Of Orcs and the Present
So Styx the Goblin has a new game out called Shards of Darkness, and I was recently motivated to write porn, and so this happened. In this tale, and ally has trouble sleeping and Styx has a temporary solution in mind. For when this takes place, this would be a little while before the events of Of Orcs And Men, when Styx has already established himself as part of Black Hand.
In the dead of night, inside a high-walled hideout, a small group of mercenaries rested under the stars, save for one unclothed orc sat on a barrel near a lone lit lantern. He was a sight of massive muscles and gruesome scars, including one down the middle of his face that left him with barely a nose to speak of. The Last - named for being the last remaining orc of the fallen Turquoise Clan - was plagued with unshakeable dark memories of great loss that were always difficult to clear from his mind. Failing to sleep was a common problem for the wounded juggernaut, but was especially difficult that night. Desperation for rest had led him to consider some words of wisdom from a goblin of poor repute that he somehow knew as an ally: "Pump a load out! Nothing puts me to sleep faster," were the words that rang in The Last's ears as he tried to fluff himself with idle strokes. Minutes ticked away, however, and the orc remained too miserable to bring himself past half-mast. "Now I almost wish Styx was awake," The Last sighed."Almost?" The wisdom-filled goblin's raspy cheer was heard just a step away from appearing in the light. He closed the gap with careful steps, and the small assassin gradually revealed himself to be just as naked as the orc in the glow of the flame: small, pale green and gifted with a deft hand, he was the image of a guardian imp. "Can't sleep?"
Even as the prepared goblin came up between his legs to rest a hand on a thick thigh, The Last elected to ignore it and carry on sulkily stroking his cock. "I'm sure you've spied me struggling to do so for some time."
"Only for a couple of minutes," Styx retorted. "But it didn't seem like you were having much luck, and I'm feeling charitable tonight. You want a hand?" The little hand on the orc's thigh rubbed more boldly. "...or more? I'm sure in the mood for more."
The Last snorted indignantly, but it was obvious to the two that the orc's cock was finally swelling with the slippery promise of satiation. The orc obeyed his urges and began to slowly tilt his idly rubbed cock downwards until its tip pointed at the goblin's nose. "Help yourself."
A wide grin flashed across Styx's face, before his tongue slipped out to wash across the bulbous glans of the meaty length with one long lick. His kept his tongue hung out with every lash and drooled copiously along the length, and into the hand he slipped under the bulging beast. Once both dripped with saliva, Styx latched his lips around the thick tip for a leisurely taste of the raw flesh, while his tucked his slimy hand behind him to slide most of his fingers up his ass, which filled the goblin in both ends. Three fingers became four, and soon Styx pried his entire hand into himself past the knuckles as he moaned around The Last's cock.
From his perched seat on the barrel and his sheer height over Styx, The Last had an excellent view of both the face burying itself between his legs, and what was disappearing up the little green backside: a stretch with nothing less than the goblin's entire fist would be essential if the orc was to fit his cock inside his ambitious companion. The anticipation sent a jolt through his massive body that alarmed the orc enough to push the goblin's face away. "Nearly too close, goblin," he grumbled: fortunately, only a bead of precum succeeded in escaping from the orc's tip.
Styx shook himself into steadiness and pulled his hand out of himself with a grunt. He looked back up at the orc once more with a smug smile. "Guess my little talent show got you excited. Ready to let me take a seat then, big guy?"
The Last smiled back and made his cock twitch with readiness. "I'll even keep still this time."
With that, Styx leapt up onto the orc's lap in one bound and quickly nestled his wet pucker onto the orc's engorged glans. He relaxed his breathing and took his sweet time slowly wiggling it onto the pre-covered tip; even after shoving his whole hand up his rear end to loosen it, it took time for his hole to begin to give when it was ready. "Hope I don't end up shitting blood after this," he mumbled, before he finally took the plunge. When that tip finally slipped into the goblin with an audibly wet pop, it still forced a long hiss through Styx's teeth from the deep stretch. After he heard a sigh of satisfaction from behind him, Styx quietened down to long, deep breaths and allowed himself to relax on the meaty pole. He let himself sink down...one...two...three inches, halted only by deeper tightness. As he kept himself squatted still to let his cavity adjust, the goblin turned back to his companion and asked, "Hanging in there, big guy?"
The Last nodded with clear restraint. His patience would be rewarded, as the goblin's cheeks slowly rose to sink down once more, going two...three...four...five inches that time. The rapidness of the loosening excited the orc enough for his cock to throb with renewed hardness that made the goblin on top of him gasp. As Styx slowly wiggled his hips so that hole could gradually absorb more and more of The Last's cock, the orc shuddered at its whims. The coat of spit ensured that the small but thoroughly experienced orifice could continue its quest to hilt The Last's throbbing weapon with ease that still alarmed the orc. He had to grip the barrel under himself even more tightly to keep himself steady, splinters: he nearly splintered the wood once he felt the goblin's ass grind onto his groin. "Grr, by the gods..." he gasped, "You'll bring me to a quick end!"
"Real pent up, huh?" Styx whispered hoarsely: the fulfilling ache of being filled with an orc's cock was still a ache. Even that subsided with moments, however, and soon the horny goblin was steadily bouncing on The Last's thick cock. "Let your little pal do all the work..." His voice cracked proudly at his conquest, and also from the air that was pushed out of him every time that dick impaled the goblin. He clung firmly to one of the thick thighs under him and kept his feet planted on the orc's big knees to maximise his leverage and squat broadly enough for the monster inside him to slip almost all the way out when he rose, and all the way in again when he fell. His empty hand was free to furiously stroke his own prick as he rode The Last, and all the delightful tingles that zapped through the goblin made him clench around the milked meat that kept him pried open.
The orc soon began to shiver with sudden tension once all the pleasurable sensations coursing through his groin clicked into place, just as he suspected. "I feel it coming, goblin..." the orc choked desperately.
"That's it...shoot it in me, handsome..." the goblin snarled, with one last little clench.
The Last's heaves and huffs spiralled out of control until he was loudly gasping for air, entirely at the mercy of the spasms in his groin that made him pump what felt like a torrent of cum into the dirty goblin that relentlessly bounced on his milked cock. Even when the peak of the pleasure began to ebb, he still writhed from the stimulation of his own juices sliding back down the shaft until it pooled into a frothy white puddle on his crotch that would cling to Styx's buttocks by strings. Even in the throes of his own climax, The Last only needed his ears to tell his little partner had beat himself off to completion during the sloppy fuck: he could tell what a goblin cumming sounded like from a mile away from the countless times he would overhear Styx in restless nights. Just before it was too much to bear, he watched the little green rump carefully rise off of his softened, slimy dick, and scored a good look at Styx's slick, gaping orifice, before the goblin slid back down to the ground. Both of them were left panting for breath from the mutual exercise.
"Well, I'll go clean myself up. Hope that wore you down enough to pass out," Styx said. He patted The Last's thigh with a casual gentleness, though that night he let it linger a moment more, and was rewarded with a lazy brush of a large finger along his knuckles.
With a final exchange of pleased grins, the assassin slipped back out of the lantern's light to let a friend rest, with help from the distracting afterglow of the present.