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Of all folk to steal a nobleman's coin purse, why did it have to be orcs?

I took the job out of desperation, more so than usual for a mercenary. Most folks in town just didn't seem to have the kinds of disagreements they do in the city, nor the kinds of monster raids they have out in the frontier. No, this was a quiet place where everyone basically kept to themselves. Only nobles passing through had the poor judgment to get their gold stolen from their pouches and their asses handed to them. Somehow, it was orcs.

As a rule, I never took orc jobs for two reasons. First reason: they're big, green brutes. The last time I tried to swing a broadsword, I knocked myself over. I know where my strengths are, and they’re not in literal strengths. I could sneak up on one, but that just brings me to reason number two: you mess with one orc, you mess with their whole tribe. No matter who took the gold, it's their tribe's gold now, and taking it back effectively means daring to challenge the tribe. Every orc, all at once, no matter where you are.

Unfortunately for me, I still had to eat, so there I was.

In the evening, I strode down the main trail towards the city and took a turn right where the noble had decided he'd like to take a stroll in the forest. Sure enough, a hundred paces in, I saw the telltale signs of a struggle: ripped pieces of clothing, bits of leather from weapon hilts and battered armor, dried blood on a tree, and a crude carving of an orc's face right next to it to let everyone know these are orcish lands. The earth was disturbed in a trail leading deeper into the forest, no doubt the remnants of the orcs' huge footsteps. I followed the trail and took care to only step on the densest patches of grass, hoping simple thieves' tricks would suffice.

It wasn't long before I saw the beginning of their "proper" lands. I could see a few large huts with wooden walls and straw roofs, and further out some tents made of tanned hide. There was a fire going somewhere among them, and the smell of roasting meat was in the air right next to that other unmistakable scent: male orc musk.

Once you've caught a whiff of an orc once, you never forget it. At least, that's what I've said before over drinks at the tavern. Everyone else always looks at me like I've grown another ear, but it's true. They smell earthy and spicy, not a hint of any of that unwashed, acidic sourness even if they haven't bathed. Though I'd never admitted it to anyone before, if I had to pick anything I liked about orcs, it would be that.

Perhaps that was why I had wandered right into the middle of their lands without even realizing it. Tents were all around me, but no occupants as far as I could tell. I guessed they were all gathered around the fire fifty paces from where I stood. From there, I heard the kind of idle revelry that surrounds a good meal.

I looked back and planned to walk out the way I came with no incident before there needed to be one. Then, I heard footsteps pointed in my direction – too late to sneak out. Two of the males who were huddled next to the fire had stood up and were approaching me. Something told me I should have readied my weapon, but I could only stand there and watch - rather, behold.

Both of them were over a head taller than me for sure, and a head wider as well. Their skin was a shade paler than the needles of a fir tree, but only a shade. That was clear looking at any part of them: their barrel chests, tree-trunk legs, and powerful arms. They were bare except for a thick dusting of body hair all over them and simple loincloths that only concealed their privates mid-stride, otherwise the edges of their manhoods would swing into view. I felt color flow to my cheeks.

"You lost, human?" one of them said with a grunt. He crossed his arms. I was used to seeing angry orcs, but this orc seemed to only be bothered that he had to get up to see what I was about.

I drew in a breath. More of that orcish scent filled my lungs, and I fumbled my words over nervous hand gestures. I think what I said came out as, "Uh, well, you see, there's this, uh, gold purse..."

The orc who approached me first - he was shaved bald - cocked a brow. He spun his wrist and said, "Spit it out, man, we got a roast."

The second orc, who I could tell apart by his shaggy mane of black hair, sidled up to him and whispered something in his ear. Baldy's expression shifted, grew curious. His eyes widened and looked me over.

"I mean, really," I started, "I'm just here for, you know, a-"

"Another man's coin purse?" Mane remarked. He smirked around one of the two pearly tusks jutting out from behind his lower lip. "Bet you are."

My cheeks were on fire. I stammered, "Th-That's not-"

"By Grumm, he really is, ain't he?" Baldy said, rubbing his chin. I don't know why I couldn't just say I wasn't, yet all I could do was make hand gestures with my mouth open and my face entirely red. Even then, I started picking up more differences between them: Baldy had a wider jaw and a bit of a gut, where Mane had a bit more muscle and some scars that suggested he'd been in his share of scrapes.

Mane let out a laugh and elbowed his fellow orc. "Look at 'im, staring at us," he said. He had the kind of mirth and charm that made me entertain the thought of having a mug of ale with him.

"Look, uh, human," Baldy said. "You're here for some fancy man's coin, yeah?” A hint of a scowl crossed his lips. “Why?"

"It's Darius," I said. "And, uh, I just need the money. He paid me - er, he will pay me to get it back."

Baldy nodded like a doctor noting my symptoms. "What'd you need that for, then?" he asked.

"Uh...food?" I responded. The orc watched my face for a tell. My stomach grumbled, which wiped away the frown.

Mane rolled his eyes. "I ain't waiting all night for you two. There's a damned pig on the fire getting eaten without me." He looked straight at me. "You. You want food tonight? Leave your sword here and come with Thok and I to the fire. Don't care that you're human. We'll give you some meat."

I blinked. "You mean, uh..." I said. My eyes flicked down to loincloth-level.

Mane snorted. "We'll see," he said, and he turned and started walking away. "Come on, Thok," he half-shouted after a few paces.

Thok looked at him and the fire, then at me, hands about at his waist. "I'll save y'a spot," he said before trotting after Mane.

Part of me couldn't think of anything better to do but stare at them, dumbfounded. While I was doing that, some other part of me got hold of my hands, which I didn't realize until I felt my hip get lighter and heard my sheathed sword land with a thud on the ground, strap unfastened. The fire roared in the distance. The scent of the orcish tribe was strong even back here, even after the other two orcs had left...and I felt I was being pulled towards them.

I left my sword behind. Tonight, for once, I had something other than gold to think about.

##

The warmth of the bonfire reached me before I entered the circle of orcs. It reminded me both of stakeouts and small parties with friends in the forest, times good and familiar. Those memories clashed with the new sight before me, one I couldn’t have dreamed.

I counted nineteen orcs around the fire, all male. By firelight, their green skin took on a yellowish hue. Practically all of them were larger than me, and a couple had muscles big enough to crush me with their bare arms if they tried. It was easy to size them up; none of them wore more than shoes and something to cover their groins. The night was warm and muggy, I couldn’t blame them, yet I had never seen an orc in undress like this - other than earlier, anyway. The sight of this many at once was...

“Too much for ya?” asked Mane with an elbow to my shoulder. I looked up, and he grinned down at me. I don’t know why I expected to see a different expression.

I racked my brain for a normal question to ask. “You do this every night?” I asked. All I had were lines to get pub patrons talking. Human ones.

“Do what?” he asked. “The roast? That was tonight’s kill.”

“The, uh,” I started, but I couldn’t remember the word “loincloth,” so I gestured towards Mane’s outfit with sort of an up-and-down motion.

“The...muscles?” he asked. He spread his arms a little and flexed his biceps just enough to make sure I noticed. “They’re always here,” he added with a laughing grunt.

I just stared at his body. The image of a manly orc showing off in front of me clashed with the thought of one beating me against a tree. Instead of throwing me against a nearby oak for that, though, he laughed.

“Oh, you’ll be a good one,” he said. With that, he turned around and clapped a hand on another orc’s shoulder. Maybe he thought I couldn’t hear him when he said to the orc in a low grumble, “You got until the roast’s gone.”

Mane strode towards the other side of the crowd. Behind him was another familiar face, Thok, sitting on a log and chewing on some meat from the pig’s haunch he was holding. He was slumped in his seat as he watched the orc walk away. When he turned to look at me, he jumped a little, a scrap of meat hanging from his lip.

“Uh, good to see ya!” he said through half a mouthful. “Take a seat.” He patted the now-empty space on the log next to him.

I didn’t want to seem out of place, and certainly not more alone than I was as the sole human at the gathering, so I approached. Were I a larger man, I might’ve tried to plop down there, swing an arm around the orc, and announce that we were getting another helping of meat and drink. Instead, I sat with the grace of a hen sitting on an egg.

“Thank you,” I blurted out after a beat of silence.

“Yeah,” Thok said.

I looked up at the hulking male. Where Mane had muscle to carry his bulk, Thok had a soft chest and the beginnings of a belly that threatened to overtake the belt holding up his loincloth. His sitting posture was different, trying to look small.

“So, uh, Mane’s really something, huh?” he asked me.

“The other orc’s name is Mane?” I replied. “I’ve been calling him that in my head this whole time.”

A moment passes. Then, Thok grins and lets out a good belly-laugh. “Aye, it fits, right?” he said, and I laughed with him, not as deeply, but certainly with him. I could almost feel the tension roll off of my back. I made him laugh, thank the gods.

He ripped off a chunk of meat from the haunch. “Here, s’good stuff,” he said, holding it out to me.

In taking it, I noticed the differences in our hands. His were larger, of course, making mine look spindly by comparison. My fingertips brushed his calloused skin and sent a shiver through me. The instant after, I thought about the power that must be in those hands, and judging by the lack of scars and where the callouses were, it was not put to use in battle often. Were he human, I would’ve thought he was a farmer or a woodsman.

He looked at me, waiting. I saw in his eyes that whether I would eat was a question, not an expectation. Lifting the spiced pork, I took a bite. It was such a simple dish, just meat and spices, but the flavors were just right, perfected over what must have been hundreds of roasts. Thok mirrored my smile.

“That’s the food taken care of,” he said. I didn’t know what he meant at first, and my brow tilted. “You said you needed food, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I did,” I said. “Thanks.”

“I take it your party doesn’t have a cook,” he said.

“Have you been thinking about what I said earlier this whole time?” I asked, and I realized how glib I sounded right after I did.

Thok just nodded, no offense taken that I could see. “Your party can’t cook, maybe can’t hunt, and so you have to buy your food,” he surmised. “That’s a shame.”

I blinked. “I don’t have a party,” I said. “You saw I didn’t come in with anyone.”

“Well, no, but...” Thok said as he spun on the log and swung his leg over the other side. He straddled it and faced me directly. “You’re alone?” he asked, this time much more concerned. “No hunters with you, no brothers, no one?”

“Yeah,” I said. Put that way, my heart sank, and I could hear it in my voice. The orc frowned past his tusks. Hunched over as he was to speak with me, it was hard to think of anything but how to alleviate any of the pity that moved him.

I continued, “It’s fine, really. Common for mercenary work, really. I’ve been doing this f-”

“No,” Thok said. “It’s not.”

My old instincts kicked in as soon as I mentioned merc work. I should have recognized his expression was suspicion, not pity, but the meat had been too nice and I was too comfortable next to him. He leaned in closer, and I could smell his spiced breath as it warmed my face. I was frozen, no knife to whip out, no obvious means of escape. His huge hand grasped my shoulder, and I wondered if he could feel the blood rushing fast through my arteries.

“A lone merc only cares about two things: gold, and his hide,” he said in a low voice. “You wouldn’t leave with both coming out here, but you came anyway.”

There was a moment where we just looked at each other. I hadn’t seen an orc’s eyes up close before. His were brown, a bit yellowed around the edges, but suddenly human. I didn’t care he was looking for any sign of treachery in my expression except that it meant it would be a threat to him. He could crush me in an instant, yet he was vulnerable.

“What could you have...” he started to say, but he trailed off. His browline softened again. My own gaze had shown him something. He flinched when I brushed my fingers against his thumb.

I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed my other shoulder, pulled me in close, and crashed his lips into mine. His were thicker than I’d kissed before, and his tusks made it hard to seal a kiss as a human would, which is why he didn’t bother. Our lips slid and mashed together, getting wet with his drool.

When he pulled back, there was a string of saliva connecting our lips. He caught a glance of it and looked back at me with uncertainty. I couldn’t offer more than to stare back, open-mouthed. I no longer understood what was so bad about orc breath.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asked in a whisper.

I touched his bare arm. “Yeah,” I said. We leaned in to get more of what we both wanted, but before our lips could touch, there was an uproar from the other side of the fire.

Thok turned to look at what was going on. “Damn it, Mane,” he muttered. Of course, I couldn’t just ignore it now, so I leaned forward and used the orc’s shoulders to balance myself.

Orcs were gathered in a loose circle, backs glowing against the firelight, watching two of their group. One had sat on another’s lap, loincloth cast to the ground, arms and legs wrapped around his partner. I could hear the deep grunts and smacks of their lips from here. Even if Thok hadn’t mentioned the top orc’s name, even if I didn’t see his mane of hair blowing in the warm breeze, I could somehow tell it was Mane just from the way his body moved, the way he held his lover and ground his hips against him, taking charge. Several of the crowd groped themselves through their cloths, and another pair decided to have their own show, locked in a tight embrace.

“Always gotta be the center of attention,” Thok said. I noticed, aside from a few orcs reclining against their logs on the ground and watching from a distance, we were the only two not ogling Mane and his catch.

“Should we watch?” I asked Thok.

He shook his head. “Unless you’d rather,” he added.

I glanced back at the orc I had in my hands. One look at his eyes, remembering my first orcish kiss from a moment ago, and I had my answer. “Nah,” I said.

We picked up where we left off: lips pressed together, drool running down our chins, hands gliding over each other’s arms.

Heaven.

##

Thok decided it’d be better to take this to his tent, and he led me from the crowd towards where the orcs had set up camp. “Humans, uh, don’t mate out in the open, right?” he’d asked me.

I had said no. Not usually.

Thok ducked between furs draped over the arched opening in the triangular leather tent and held one aside for me. I didn’t have to duck. The tent could have slept four humans plus their bags and still have generous space in the middle to walk out. For this orc, the whole back half was one bedroll with two more small furs spread across the blanket, and Thok’s other possessions were either on the ground or in a canvas bag in the corner.

He hunched over to light a dented copper lamp on the ground. “Just made camp last night,” he said. He could’ve fooled me, the place wore his scent like he’d lived here for months. It already felt familiar.

“Do you live far?” I asked as the tent gained a warm glow. I wondered if others could see our shadows.

He pulled back the furs and blankets on his bed. “Yeah,” he said. There was a pause. “Sorry. Can’t say more than that.”

I started, “Sure, I und-”

Thok had dropped to all fours to climb into bed. His loincloth sat atop his backside, a nice thought, but ineffective at covering its mass. It shook as he crawled forward but stayed taut. When he rolled onto his side facing the other side of the bed, I was almost disappointed he didn’t stay put. Still, the night was young.

“You gonna stare at my ass all night?” Thok asked. He patted the empty sheets. “Nothing but your cloth,” he added.

I threw my belt off and yanked off my tunic hard enough to tear it somewhere. Only a small fragment of sense kept me from diving onto the bedroll like a real mattress once I was out of my boots. Instead, I took two steps onto the sheets, sat down, and laid on my back next to the orc.

He laid his calloused hand on my chest. “You’re nervous,” he said. Even through his thick fingers, he could feel my heart racing.

“Yeah,” I said, laying my hand on his.

He reached further to my side, slid his other arm under my shoulders, and pulled me in close with ease that made me feel unsteady, lighter than I should be. I was right against his chest, heat radiating off of him. His scent was intense this close: sweat, stray embers from the fire, and overpowering orc musk all flooded my senses. I put a hand on his chest, letting my fingers sink into his soft pectoral. Even here, his skin felt thick, but warm with life.

The orc lifted my chin. My eyes had adjusted to the low light that cast him in shadow, and I could see that his were half-lidded.

“Darius,” he said, his voice low. “Let me have you tonight.”

A thrill ran through my whole body, and I pressed my chest to his as our lips met. In his private tent, his intimate bed, I felt the courage to feel him up. Thick skin helped smooth out some of Thok’s bulk. He wasn’t too soft - he had strength I could feel everywhere our bodies made contact. I held him as close as my smaller arms could manage, exploring his sides and back, pressing my fingers into his flesh. Still, I felt I wasn’t close enough, so I swung my leg up to his hip and hooked myself closer. He growled against my mouth.

Thok’s shyness had gone as well. He’d cast off his modesty with my clothes. Here, he was becoming more like the image of the orc warrior in my imagination: brutish, primal, not afraid to take what he wants. Fingers gripped my leg as we kissed and pressed to one another. They slid up my thigh like he was choking up on a club, and when they reached my ass and gave a hard squeeze, I felt his tongue force its way between my lips. Like him, it was larger than mine, stronger, perhaps less flexible with how it pinned mine down to taste it. It writhed in my mouth trying to wrestle with me, and I groaned around it.

Those thick orcish fingers slid between my cheeks while we kissed, making my legs tense on reflex. I’d had my ass grabbed before, but Thok felt huge, powerful. He broke our kiss for a moment and looked into my eyes.

“Relax,” he said.

I swallowed, his taste still on my tongue. One of his fingers probed deeper. When he found what he was looking for, I gasped, and he rubbed his fingertip along the rim. I squeezed his bicep, hard at first, but as I got used to the sensation, my grip went slack. He pulled his arm back, licked his lips, and put two fingers in his mouth. When he knew I knew he was serious, he grinned around his fingers.

They came out with a wet pop and a string of saliva. No time to waste, I reached back to hold myself open for him. When his fingers made contact again, slick yet warm, I made a little shout.

Thok faltered for a moment. “You okay?” he asked. He kept the same low tone as before. Orcs apparently knew how to keep a mood going.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just excited.”

He leaned towards my ear. “Me too,” he growled, and his fat finger began to press against my entrance. This time I grabbed his sides, holding him tight until he slid inside. He pulled it back a hair’s breadth before pushing further, the push and pull getting me used to the idea of what was to come next. I would never have imagined an orc getting his lover ready before a romp, especially not under the intimate glow of a camp lantern and with a human, yet here he was. I felt like his prize.

His second finger tugged at the boundary of my hole. I grunted when it finally pushed its way in. There was concern that he would be too big for me if just his fingers felt like trying to smuggle two trees. More powerful was the growing desire to let him keep going, to give myself to him like this, trapped equally by his might and my lust.

There was a strange feeling when he pushed deep enough. I felt his fingers hook, and I yelped. A wet spot grew in my cloth where my lust was leaking. Gods, how was he this good?

“Cute,” he murmured in my ear. His digits pushed against my walls and pressed into that spot again. My toes curled, and he did it again. I squealed in a way I didn’t know I could, and he pressed again. And again. For the first time in a long while, my senses as a mercenary left me. I couldn’t imagine fighting, hiding, taking off with something to pawn off for food. My entire world was the inside of his tent.

“Thok!” I cried. I bucked against his fingers. I needed more.

He responded with a firm kiss that made a smack when our lips parted. His fingers left me and I regained some comfort, but almost missed them. “On your back,” he growled.

I rolled onto my back, legs spread apart. No, I hadn’t done this before, but it felt strange to close them after all that. Thok got to his knees to shuffle into position.

“Wait,” I said. He hadn’t removed his loincloth since we came in. “I...want to see it.”

The orc smiled down at me. Here was the human he’d just seduced and teased begging to see more of him. From my position on the bedroll, he towered over me - not that he wasn’t tall before. Here, even the softness of his bulk cast imposing shadows in the dim glow of the tent that, combined with his stature, reminded me of the now-distant fear of being captured by an orc and having gods-know-what done with me.

My captor tugged on a loose string on his loincloth until it fell to his knees. He was gracious to turn to the side so the light would catch what was behind it. I had seen bare men before, admired one or two without more than a passing crush. Orcish maleness looked familiar in design, but a shade darker than his greenish skin and larger like the rest of him. Two balls the size of chickens’ eggs hung behind his tool, which stood tall from a forest of dark pubic hair he’d never bothered to trim and was at least as thick as two of his fat fingers. What set him apart from mere men was the scent that I thought I’d been bathing in since we laid together. Without the cloth, I bore its full, rich palette of musk and sweat. The spicy notes carried hints of his diet: barley, savory roasts, and something sweet like blackberries. I was closer, probably crawled up to him without thinking.

There was a new sheen of sweat on him that glistened in the light. I wondered if his length felt like mine, having held no other man’s to compare. I grasped it like the hilt of an heirloom sword, just enough to feel its weight on my thumb and his strong pulse. To no surprise, he was heavier. I gave it a single, slow stroke, and it throbbed in my fingers, a sensation that raced through my body and made me do the same.

Thok let out a low groan. “Keep going,” he said.

As I gave him more, his sweat rubbed into the skin of my hand and kept his scent powerful. Each of my strokes pulled back his foreskin a little more until I had fully exposed his darker green head and my fingers grazed the black forest at his base. The orc laid his hands on my shoulders to steady himself while I gave him the pleasure he deserved.

Or, I thought he was steadying himself. One hand moved to the back of my head, and I gasped when he pulled my face into his crotch. My nose was buried in his pubes where his scent was concentrated enough to make me dizzy, though I didn’t care. It was exactly what I wanted but couldn’t ask for. He ground against my face, and his shaft throbbed along my cheek.

When he pulled me away, his musk clung to my nose. The only difference in breathing fresher air was that it was cooler - everything still smelled like Thok. My gaze ran up his body to meet his eyes. He was focused on me, but his mouth hung slack with the look of a male who could only think about sating his desire.

I couldn’t take wearing my linen anymore, it was too painful to stay contained. With a shaky hand and my gaze fixed on the orcish manhood in front of me, I undid a fold in the back that turned my cloth into a single strip I discarded next to us. When the cloth fell, the air caressed my manhood, only a touch colder thanks to the tent containing the heat Thok and I were giving off. My cock was wet with my arousal.

“Wanted to do this,” Thok mumbled as he came closer. He grasped my rod, deliberate as I had held his, but more out of caution than curiosity, I felt. The warmth and texture of his fingers felt nice - I gave a slow thrust between them. The orc rewarded me by leaning in and kissing me while he stroked. A drop of shared saliva fell from our lips and landed on my cock, which Thok rubbed into it.

He pulled back. This time, he didn’t say what he wanted me to do, just grunted and pushed my sides to guide me back down to the bed. I laid back as before. Between my legs, I could see him inch closer, his throbbing orc dick seeming much larger now that I could picture where it was going. He spat into his hand and rubbed his shaft until it shone in the light and each stroke sounded wet.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe and relax. Still, I tensed back up once I felt something rub against my ass, a still-unfamiliar feeling for me. It wasn’t his dick, but a wet finger that traced along the rim before sinking inside me as easily as before. Pity he didn’t just force himself in, said a stray thought. His second finger slipped inside and stretched me wider. That thought was still there, but quieter.

“You’re ready,” the orc said at last. That hand left to grab his rock-hard dick and aim it towards my hole, which was still recovering from his digits. When I opened my eyes, he was looking back at me. My conqueror was kind enough to make sure I really was ready. My heart stirred, and I nodded.

The head prodded at my entrance, a nice, hot feeling until it pressed harder, becoming intrusive. I took a deep, musk-filled breath and looked at the body of the orc before me to give my own body a reason to relax and let him in. It worked - with a grunt, his head pushed past my rim and began to stretch my insides. The pressure built inside me. I could sense my legs, acting on instinct, leaned to the inside to ease the discomfort, so I grabbed them behind the knees and forced them back. My arms went stock-still, and I focused on Thok’s bulk, his huge arms, his cute face - yes, even as an orc, he charmed me with those eyes. He looked at me with them once he was halfway in.

I felt that different sensation grow. His length had finally ground against the spot he’d found with his fingers. He must have seen my surprise, as he grinned when I felt it.

“That’s it, almost there,” he said.

More of him came to conquer me. There was a point where the different sensation ebbed as though he wasn’t quite hitting it now. I angled my hips upwards. The rest of his cock shifted against my walls, a feeling that made my legs shake. His hands now free, he held me up by my lower back to keep that angle. His hairy belly was large enough to graze my balls.

I renewed my grip on my legs. “Take me,” I said.

Thok pulled back a finger’s breadth, then sunk back in, pushing a breathy moan out of me. He grunted with pleasure and started our mating with slow strokes like that. With time, instinct guided his hips further back and forced them forward harder. The longer he was inside, listening to my moans and feeling my walls contract when he took me in a certain way, the more he learned how to please me. There was a faint warmth where his pre leaked and smeared to keep me ready for the next dozen thrusts, each one now striking true.

Soon, we were rutting like animals. I had nothing on my mind but the orc claiming me as his own. It was easy not to think too hard about whether I would get to sleep with him tonight, or if this was something more than lust. Instead, I just thought about how good it felt to have a big, manly orc fuck my brains out, and how I wished this could go on all night. I had no sense of time, though it felt like I had been used to Thok for some time before I felt some new pressure build. It was the first sign I would not last much longer.

Thok stopped thrusting, hilt-deep, and leaned forward over me supported by his hands on the bed, sweat from his front threatening to drip onto my chest. My legs wrapped around his hips to keep steady. He didn’t even have to ask. Now, his deep brown eyes were gazing into mine while he took me. I gripped his soft chest, and as his thrusts sped up, he grunted with each one. I had to feel more of him on me, and my fingers reached his back. Where his fat was heaviest, mostly his belly, his skin and hair brushed against me.

My release grew closer. Thok’s breaths grew ragged, and his grunts gained a desperate undertone. I knew he wouldn’t dare stop, but tremors around his hips shook my legs and betrayed his straining glutes. Hot sweat dripped from his brow onto my forehead.

I squeezed him with my arms and legs to get him as close to me as I could, and I gave myself to our shared fantasy of an orc claiming his human prize. “Yes! Thok!” I shouted. “Take me!”

The orc grabbed my head from the back and steadied it to thrust his tongue into my mouth. His other arm slid under me and pulled me right up against him as his last thrust hit home. He let out a long, deep moan between my lips, and I felt his cock pulse inside me. I felt full, fuller, warmer. The orc had claimed me.

My kiss grew hungry as the feeling sunk in. I was Thok’s now, I loved thinking. Only some silly dignity stopped me from screaming that. Nothing, though, could stop the pleasure that had welled up behind my manhood. The heat from the orc’s seed washed over me, and I whimpered when my lust spilled out as the load I shot on my own belly.

The orc opened his eyes in surprise and lifted himself off me to take a look. I had a chance to see I’d covered myself with more seed than I could remember shooting by myself, or with anyone else for that matter. He surveyed the mess and looked back at me like he’d spilled my drink on accident.

“Kiss me again,” I told him, and I guided his face back to mine without letting him pull out.

##

We both lay together on the bedroll once I’d grown tired of holding my legs up. It was hot enough in the tent that we didn’t need to grab our clothes or a blanket. His arm was draped over my shoulder, and his bicep cradled my head.

“So you’ve never been with an orc?” he asked me, fingers stroking my chest.

“Nah,” I said. “Just never worked up the courage to talk to one, I guess.”

Thok. “Glad you did,” he said. He drummed his fingers on my chest. “Was worried Mane would get to ya first.”

“Doesn’t he have that other orc?” I asked.

“They’re not mates or nothin’,” he replied. “Fooling around’s not as serious as it is for humans.” Then, blinking, he turned onto his side towards me. “You, uh...did you mean...?”

I blushed. “It’s not always that serious,” I said. “I mean, men can just have fun, nothing wrong with that. Really.”

“Oh,” Thok said. Silence fell, followed by cricket songs from outside.

My fingers laced and de-laced on my chest. “Not that I would never want that,” I said.

Thok hugged me against his chest. “S’good, Darius,” he said. “Was actually thinking, when we were mating, I liked when you told me to take you.” He reached over with his other hand and rubbed down my chest to my navel. “Never hear something like that from another orc unless he’s in love with ya. Made me think about binding to you.” A pause. “Old orc tradition. You pick out your mate, take ‘em under a full moon, fill ‘em, and keep it inside all night. Then they’re all yours.” His hand slid back over my side to grab my butt. “If I woke up inside you like that, first thing we’d do is mate again.”

Orcish marriage. “Such a romantic,” I teased. Going over the fantasy in my head, though, I couldn’t think of any better way to spend such a morning.

The orc set his lips next to my ear. “I’d do it,” he whispered. “Could do it right now.” I believed him; his cock was poking my leg.

I turned to kiss him when there was a rustling at the end of the tent. A hand reached between the tent flaps and pulled one aside, revealing a naked, muscular orc with a shaggy mane of hair.

“Thok!” Mane shouted, or maybe that was just his normal voice. He gestured towards us with an open palm. “Was wonderin’ where you and the man went. You got you some tonight!”

I felt a bit awkward having Mane walk in on us, but Thok seemed unfazed. He propped himself up on one elbow. “Yeah, he’s a nice one,” he said. “Was just telling him how much I wanted to...” He suddenly remembered that humans didn’t make those kinds of things public, and he trailed off. Meanwhile, I was trying not to grimace.

Mane raised his brows. “Binding already?” he asked. “Don’t blame ya, looks like a nice piece of ass, but ya just met ‘im!”

My jaw hung open. I wasn’t sure whether to try and cover up, protest, or what.

“You’re one to talk, Mane,” Thok said. “You got, what, three orcs bound with you? And Ulgar, you knew him all of three days!”

Mane folded his arms. “You know the story,” he said. “Sparred with him, found out he knows his way around any damn sword ya give ‘im. Even mine.” He grinned. “Especially mine.”

“Yeah,” Thok said, and he put an arm around me. Even with the interruption taking me out of the mood, his embrace was comforting.

Mane shrugged. “Whatever you like, Thok,” he said. “Just make sure he doesn’t have any debts. Humans pick those up like fleas.” He looked at me. “Darius, right?”

I nodded.

Mane grinned. “Next time, you and Thok gotta have fun out here with the rest of us,” he said, jerking a thumb behind him. “It’s a tradition on hunting nights like these. One of my favorites.”

I hesitated to answer, so Thok went ahead and said, “Look, you know men do it different. S’fine if he bunks with me, we c-”

“I’ll do it,” I said, cutting him off.

Mane chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, didn’t expect ya to get into the spirit that easy,” he said as he took a step inside the tent. “But you’ll fit in fine if ya stay. And, hey, you get more of this...”

The light illuminated him better from inside, and before me was the same brash warrior I met with Thok, but without the loincloth hiding his pride: longer than Thok’s, even soft, but not as thick. When Mane saw me looking, he took it in his hands and gave it some slow strokes, coaxing out a drop of his lust. He tugged it upwards and let out a low, sultry growl. It wasn’t hard to imagine the heavy balls under it swinging while rutting another male. Yes, I imagined it was me.

He let go of his shaft and let it flop back down, a little harder than before, and turned around. “Enjoy your night, boys,” Mane said. On the way out, he put a little strut in his step to show off his toned ass, which shone with the leftovers of at least a couple other orcs’ loads.

When Mane left, Thok turned to me. “Hey, uh, don’t mind him,” he said. “He’s hornier than most of us.”

I said, shifting in place to let my erection sit comfortably on my lower belly, “Oh, I don’t mind.”

Thok saw it and chuckled. “Glad I’m not the only one who liked it,” he said. I looked at his crotch and saw he was worked up to full mast from that little display. “You’d really rut with me at the fire?”

“Yeah,” I said, “but maybe not tonight.” I reached over and held my lover’s cock, feeling it throb at my touch. “Could go again with you right here, though.”

Thok growled, “C’mere,” and held me against him. Our cocks ground between us while we kissed and prepared for another round. This blissfully long night proved to be worth far more than a tiny pouch of gold.

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