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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nuidog

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Noir groaned, panting softly through feral nostrils. Although the stallion was of the four-legged, feral, variety, that did not have any bearing on his intelligence at all, able to communicate well enough with the orcs that had captured him, even though they were not all that keen on communicating back with him. His dark tail swished faintly, but he had been bridled and there was little he could do as his muscles ached from fleeing, though not even Noir could have quite said just what it had been that he was fleeing from.

Captivity? Oh, he'd been with other tribes of orcs before and they had not done badly by him but, alas, sometimes it was feral instinct that kicked in, taking over his mind and convincing him, even then, that there was only one option between fight and flight open to him. To freeze was not in Noir's nature and thus was uncomfortable for him to be held below the chin, hand clasped tightly around the reins, by a large, burly orc woman. Now that he thought about it, all of them were females too, the rugged scent of them lying thickly in the air as if their very bodies were striving to exude it, even then, for his benefit.

Noir could not have said either way, not as he shuddered, his black coat gleaming with a sheen of fresh sweat. In the ring of orcs, flames from their lustily burning torches dancing, he didn't know where he was, but he knew the leader of the tribe when he saw her emerge from the throng. Tall and muscular, her skin was a pale but tasteful green, though she was difficult to pin down in terms of the exact shade due to the darkness of the night. The torches illuminated what was needed but the irregular light cast a mysterious slice of shadow over her, two short tusks curling from her lips, showing off the more masculine side of her being.

"Begin."

Noir pulled his head back but he was not swift enough as hands swept down his haunches, reaching for his sheath. It happened too quickly for him to react as someone held up a foreleg so that he could not kick out, forced to balance on three legs, but the stallion was less concerned by that than the hands teasing his sheath. The touch was gentle but insistent at the same time as he huffed and gasped, nostrils fluttering, the whites of his eyes surely on show.

He didn't know what to do, where to go, twisting his head back and forth as he rolled his eyes. However, there was nothing he could do against the arousal of his body, young and in the prime of his sexual life, his thick length of horse-cock slopping forth as eagerly as ever. He couldn't hold it back as much as he may have liked to see how things panned out first, just why he was there, yet the body wanted what the body wanted. Noir snorted heavily, ducking his head, but he was already too far gone to realise that the hold on the reins had relaxed only a little, the bit pushing less heavily on his tongue.

The orcs adoring him, pleasing his body, oh: they knew more than just what they were doing. Their fingers pulled his sheath back lightly from his cock, ensuring every inch of that dark spire was on show, and any thought of getting away was swept from his mind in that instant alone. No, he had to be there, to stay there, pleasure tickling at the back of his mind, urging him on, his need growing more and more with every moment that dared slip by. A pail was dropped under his belly and it did not take a genius to guess what exactly that was there for as he put an arch into his neck, a line of muscle trembling down his flank as he contracted his abdominals.

"Unff..."

"Look at what a stud you are," one of the orc women murmured, eyes glinting, hands pumping his cock smoothly and surely. "You want to cum, don't you? Cum for our tribe-woman and we'll see what a stud you truly are. She may keep you, stallion."

Keep him? What did that mean? Even if it could have possibly have been against his will, he could not move away, trying to stomp and finding himself unable to with his foreleg held up in the air. Oh, no... No, it was too much, no end in sight, his cock throbbing and pulsing as what felt like a continuous stream of hands, one after the other, massaged his aching length. The stallion had not even realised that he'd been that needy as he snorted and shook his mane roughly from one side of his neck to the other, nostrils flared, his need growing and growing with every passing second.

"Come on, boy..."

They wanted him to cum, that was the strangest part. The sea of faces, some cast into shadow, were foreign to him and yet he was on public show, out in the open with all eyes on him. The orc that was their leader was not wearing anything either - or nothing, at least, that could have retained her dignity if she had been a human. That did not matter to a creature like her, only that her needs were met, her breasts large and full. He did not know her name then but he would later as Nwen took over every aspect of his life as the tribe's stud stallion.

Yet he could not drag his mind and attention away from the need to cum, cock twitching, the medial ring thickening up and brushing against the orc's hands. There were three clustered around his hindquarters but his foreleg had not yet been dropped - not that he was in any state of mind to kick them anyway. He wanted what they were delivering even if it was not something that he had anticipated receiving that day, orgasmic bliss pressing more and more urgently at the back of his mind.

The stallion's hide gleamed but he could not hold back for a single moment longer as he snorted heavily, trying to paw and fighting his instinct. It was coming, thick and fast, and he climaxed with his balls clasped lightly in the hands of another orc, stroking and massaging with a kneading pulse of her fingers to coax forth every last drop of cum from him. It splattered forth straight into the pail that they had set up for him, pump after pump of his creamy load craving it all, hot and ready to seed a mare or anyone else that wanted it, after all. He was not a picky stallion and the leader, Nwen, raised her eyebrows, speculating silently on his virility.

Of course, one orgasm would not be enough for her to determine his breeding capabilities and the stallion was forced through another orgasm as he grunted and groaned, his foreleg dropping. There was not even anyone holding the reins as he was driven to a third climax, the leather lying loose on his neck, mane clinging where he had sweated up into such a froth of steaming lust. They didn't need to hold him like that when he was so far gone, tucking his hindquarters and rounding his rump to the extent that the flexion there allowed, hocks bending, taking his weight to spend his load. The thick cream of his seed poured forth as the orcs pleased him, milking him for all he had to give, splattering and drooling into the pail as he was dimly aware of them bringing a second for him.

"Stop. That shall not be necessary."

As coarse and gruff as her voice was, Nwen was not an orc to be trifled with as she stayed the hands of her subjects, the tribe of orc women that looked up to her as her leader. They left Noir there, reins draped over his neck, huffing and snorting like a far wilder beast than he actually was, tail flicking, yet exposing the pucker of his tail hole was not going to get him anywhere, not in that moment.

Nwen lifted his head, letting him snuffle between her breasts, and he greedily leaned into the scent of her.

"You may join my tribe, stallion," she said, as clearly as it was possible to speak with her large tusks. "If, and only if, you can satisfy me. Can you?"

It was a challenge and a threat bound up as one but Noir did not have any choice in the matter still as she worked her way under him, large and powerful and not needing a stand or anything to lean against to take him. Her body was encased in a leather harness draped in feathers and trappings of war, though everything that needed to be exposed on her body was, giving her the impression of being completely naked while she was merely adorned.

Her breasts hung heavily under her body as she let her back press up to her underbelly, wasting no time at all about grinding her soft folds back onto his cock. Those folds of hers were most likely the only soft thing about her and it took Noir a shuddering moment to realise that he was inside her. His body was no longer his to command as his and his alone but that was not something that mattered to the orc leader in the slightest, rocking back on his cock to take him deeper and deeper, grinding up within her pussy all under her control.

Her moans filled the air as she unashamedly took him boldly and brashly, rocking and humping back onto his cock with no care for her audience. They could look if they liked and Noir was too far gone to say anything about that either, snorting and lips moving as if he was trying to form words, though none spilt forth. What they would have been, however, if he had been able to find the breath to talk, would have been very interesting indeed...

Please don't stop...

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More...

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Take me...

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His head fogged over with lust and the stallion could not help but curl his upper lip back, sifting through her scent, in heat, mad with lust. It was no wonder that the orc leader had not been able to resist him but she was the one in control, her body primed to be impregnated, ovulation taking place as she bred him. Yet she was the one who took all that she needed from him, his seed flowing forth, pouring into her pussy, her sex rippling and clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Noir said nothing, only grunted, tail flagging as she rode him towards orgasm. It was slower coming than it had been the first time but that was no matter to her as she took her pleasure, obviously grunting and moaning in time with her pounding strokes back on his cock. His shaft throbbed, aching for release, yet Noir could only get off when her orgasm had been, something inside him holding him back despite all the odds, panting and huffing heavily as his nostrils flared.

"Cum...unff...for me."

He could not resist a direct order like that and the stallion let out a brokenly proud whinny as he released his passion into her, pouring every last spurt that he had for Nwen forth as she took her ecstasy from him. He couldn't' tell how many orgasms she had on his cock but her juices further slickened his breeding spire as he was milked and milked, his body used for the tribe leader's pleasure and nothing else. For nothing else mattered while he was there.

On and on...

Had he pleased her yet?

There was no way to tell, no passing of time to let him know what was coming next, how much had happened. Her pussy squeezed around him, not allowing him to soften, yet that was not a call for Noir to make as the orc woman claimed more and more of his seed.

Was he a part of the tribe yet? The thought floated fuzzily before him, grunting thickly.

He could not tell, did not know. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure that that mattered anymore.

With Nwen, the leader of the orcs, he was right where he needed to be in that moment.

And that was all the stud-stallion cared about.