A Family In Need pt.3
Story by RoadkillRaccoon on SoFurry
All right, here's part 3! Just one more part to go. Enjoy!
Shale Skipper didn’t remember much of the rest of the night she spent with Foxglove. Only faint memories of warmth and softness. When the next day came, Hemlock loudly declared over breakfast that it was time for his turn with Skipper. Opium was too quiet to put up a fight about it and so, Skipper’s fate for the day was sealed.
“Better get ready snack, might take you two days to recoup after I’m done with you,” Hemlock said before going on his daily hunt. This of course, made Skipper helplessly horny.
“Don’t let Hemlock freak you out dear,” Cy said after. He’s a big sweetheart really. If he does anything that makes ye feel too uncomfortable you can always say no. I know he can be a little caustic.”
“I’m sure I can handle him, milady!” Skipper said with a bow, grateful that Cy didn’t seem to notice she was erect. Cy gave her a pat on the head and headed out as well.
The rest of the day passed as it had the day prior. Skipper polished her armor, helped Foxglove in the garden, and lazed around until dinner. It was a pretty good life they had from what she could ascertain.
When dinner came, Skipper couldn’t help but notice Hemlock staring at her directly as he snapped chicken bones and sucked the meat clean off of them, all with a grim smile on his face. Skipper wondered what weird shit Hemlock was into, mentally preparing to get stepped on or pissed on or something. As far as she was concerned, these orcs could eat her alive and she’d be okay with it.
After dinner, as everyone was cleaning up, Hemlock got up and slung Skipper effortlessly over his shoulder. The other orcs whooped softly.
“Don’t get too rough you two!” Fox called. Skipper could hear Hemlock chuckle deep in his throat. Hemlock walked out of the tent with Skipper in tow, and into the trees of the surrounding forest. The night was bright with the moon, and the air was cool and loving on Skippers flesh.
“Where are we going?” Skipper cautioned.
“Shut up, snack. You’ll see.”
After a few minutes of silent walking, Hem eventually laid Skipper down in a pile of leaves at the base of a huge Banyan tree. It had a gorgeous thick canopy of green leaves, and an intricate series of trunks and roots keeping it all up. Hemlock sat with his back against a particularly thick part of the tree.
“All right, tie me up Ma’am,” he commanded. Did she hear him right? Tie him up?
Skipper looked around and sure enough, to Hemlock’s side, laid out on a strip of cloth were several items. A bundle of rope, leather restraints, a riding crop, a ball gag, and several clothespins.
“Do I use all of this, Milord?” Skipper asked.
“I’m unworthy of ‘Milord’, I am yours tonight mistress. Use me as you see fit.” This night was certainly not going how Skipper anticipated. She sure hoped some instinct kicked in, because she had never so much as slapped a partner who asked for it.
“All right well let’s see what we got here...uh,slut,” Skipper whispered ‘slut’.
“You’re awful at this.”
“I know, I know, just gimme a second.” Skipper picked up the bundle of rope. Skipper was a traveling warrior, so she was at least skilled in tying some hearty knots.
Skipper got Hemlocks arms twisted back behind some roots and held his wrists together. She then deftly tied them in a loose handcuff knot. After a moment of consideration, she yanked the knot, making it much tighter around Hem’s wrists. Hem yelped.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he whimpered. ‘All right so far so good’, Skipper thought. She then grabbed the leather restraints and tied one to each of Hem’s ankles. A long metal rod went between them to keep Hem from closing his legs.
This was clearly turning Hemlock on. Skipper spied a glint of something wet on Hem’s pussy, and his puffy nipples were erect. This gave Skipper a little more confidence. She grabbed the gag from the floor and climbed Hem’s belly so she could reach his mouth.
“All right, let’s shut this big mouth up.” Skipper shoved the ball into Hemlock’s mouth and secured the straps. “All right, now you’re looking like a fucktoy!” Skipper couldn’t believe she just said that. She winced internally. Hemlock moaned into the gag and shifted in his restraints, he was into it.
While Skipper was up there she admired Hemlock’s tits. He had the fattest ones out of all the orcs. She felt them in her hands, squeezing the fat and groping them roughly. She bit a nipple hard, which elicited a moan from Hemlock. She kept gnawing hungrily at it, working the other nipple with her hand. Hemlock squirmed beneath her helplessly.
“Wow, you’re really into that aren’t you? Willing to let a random warrior come in, tie you up and fuck you?” Skipper was surprised at how bold she was getting. She was very into this. Hemlock nodded weakly at her statements.
Skipper clambered down from atop the orc and grabbed the riding crop and two clothespins from the cloth. She caressed Hem’s nipples with the tip of the riding crop, and gave them both a few swift whips. Each time, Hemlock moaned into his gag, and got increasingly wetter between his legs. After leaving some bruises, Skipper reached up and placed a clothespin on each nipple.
“All right, that’s enough playing. Time to knock you up big guy.” Skipper positioned herself in front of Hemlock’s pussy and slowly jabbed at it with her cock. She was teasing him at this point, circling around his lips and clitoris, just barely touching them. After a bit of teasing, Skipper shoved her cock in roughly. Unsurprisingly, it went in with no issue.
Skipper pounded Hemlock’s pussy as hard as she could. Hemlock was reacting considerably more than the other orcs Skipper had fucked. Skipper enjoyed seeing the big bully melt under her fingers, and took even more joy in knowing that the big bully shared that sentiment.
“I’m going to cum. Ready to have my baby?” Skipper asked. Hem moaned aimlessly. “No, you have to beg for it,” Skipper stopped for a moment to reach up and loosen the gag so that it hung around Hem’s neck. She then went back to fucking him roughly. “Go ahead.”
“Please, Ma’aam. Make me pregnant,” Hemlock managed to whisper in his breathless ecstasy.
“Good boy!” Skippers legs shivered as she shot her load into the quaking and sweaty orc.
They both laid there a while, huffing and enjoying the afterglow. Skipper eventually removed all the bindings, which Hemlock tied up in the bundle of cloth. Hemlock towered over Skipper and jabbed a finger into her chest.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone about how that went down.” Skipper’s eyes bulged and she felt very silly about everything that had happened.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, losing all confidence.
“What? That was fucking amazing, I just don’t want people to know about my weird kink shit,” Hemlock said, giving Skipper a hearty slap on the back (which nearly toppled her over). Skipper brightened up.
The pair made their way through the forest back to the orc’s home. Both satisfied and spent.
“Y’know you shouldn’t be afraid to be open with your partners about thi-”
“Shut up, snack.”