{"sf1_id":930705,"sf2_id":null,"title":"King of the Orcs Part 2","author":"Moon-Drummer","words":2787,"posted_at":"2015-11-05T19:20:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Fingering","Kissing","Muscles","Oral","Orc","Rough","facial"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/930705-king-of-the-orcs-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/930705","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=930705\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"No firelight\ngreeted Stedon when he found the orc's cave. Stedon feared the worst until he\ngot close enough to hear the piggish snorting of Grothor's snores. That brought\na smile to Stedon's face. He'd never imagined orcs snoring. \nGrothor would be\nhungry when he woke, and he would need food to recover his strength. Stedon\nfetched his sword from the cave and set out in search of pigs. When he\nreturned, Grothor's massive silhouette stood at the cave entrance.\nSome time in the\nnight, Grothor had removed his armor. Probably to escape the wet chill and let\nthe fire keep him warm. The orc stood in nothing but a leather loincloth that\nlooked as if it were fashioned from a tanned dragon's hide. The sight left\nStedon breathless, rooted to the spot. In the golden light of the rising sun,\nGrothor looked like some bestial god. Stedon's cock ached it was so hard. \nGrothor was\nlarger than Bear. Stedon could see that, now. And where Bear had been all raw\nbulk, Grothor's body was devoid of any unseemly fat. Grothor stood there, naked\npecs rolling idly in the sunlight. Chiseled abdominals shredded his belly into\nridges deep enough to have their own shadows. His thighs rippled like the hind\nflanks of a warhorse. And...Stedon blushed deeply to glance at it...that dragon\nleather loincloth only served to accentuate what it contained, like a subtle\ndeclaration of Grothor's superiority over fellow males. \nGrothor's mouth\ngaped in a ferocious yawn. He turned his head in Stedon's direction and his\neyes narrowed. Stedon stepped into view. Grothor jerked back in astonishment.\n\"You come!\"\n\"Said I would,\ndidn't I?\" Stedon chuckled. He held turned and picked up the bloody carcass of\nthe slain pig. \nGrothor rushed\nforward. He grabbed the pig from Stedon and yanked the slit throat upward to\nslurp blood right from the wound. Stedon's stomach heaved a bit at that, at the\nblood now coating Grothor's tusks, dripping from his chin, yet the orc made\nsounds as if he were slurping up raw, melted butter.\n\"Fire,\" Grothor\nsaid. \n\"Let me see if I\ncan find something dry this time,\" Stedor said. \nThey hunted for\nfirewood, Grothor carrying the pig under one massive arm as if it weighed no\nmore than a bushel of wildflowers. With a fire blazing at their camp in the\ncave, Grothor took Stedon's short sword and made quick work of butchering the\npig for roasting. \nHuman and orc\nate together. Stedor let Grothor have the lion's share. Grothor ate like a\ngorging wolf - complete with snarling and biting open the bones to slurp out\nthe marrow. Grothor even cooked and devoured the pig's organs, despite Stedor\nwarning him that some would make him deadly sick.\n\"Make puny\nhuman, maybe!\" Grothor snarled at him. \"Orcs, no! Orcs eat ALL!\" \nStedor had to\nadmire his single-minded ferocity. He let his eyes wander over that\nmagnificent, brutish body while Grothor ate the rest of his fill. Grothor\nfinished with a mighty burp that echoed off the trees. \n\"How's the leg?\"\nStedor asked, gesturing to the bound wound.\nGrothor smiled\nand stood proudly on his feet. He gave the leg a solid slap to show it didn't\nhurt. Stedor gaped. \n\"Healed?\" Stedor\nexclaimed.\nGrothor's smile\nwidened. He ripped the bandage away and turned his bulging thigh to show the\nsmall, pointed, bloody scar that remained. \n\"Orcs heal fast.\nBut meat better. Give strength!\"\nGrothor flexed\nhis arms to show his enthusiasm and Stedor could not suppress the moan that\nripped from his mouth. His cock was a rod of pure agony in his pants, so hard\nand big there was no disguising what it was.\nGrothor stared\nat it. Stedor closed his eyes. He felt sure the orc would either kill him or\nstart to laugh. He wanted to bury himself in the earth. Stedor tensed as he\nfelt the huge orc approach him. \n\"This me?\"\nGrothor said, so close the meat-scented air from his mouth wafted to Stedor's\nnostrils. \nStedor gasped\nwhen Grothor's finger touched the tip of the bulge in his pants. \"YES!\"\nStedor whimpered\nwhen he felt Grothor's palm on his cheek, turning his head up to face that\nbestial face and those penetrating red eyes. \n\"You like?\" \nStedor whimpered\nlike a puppy. His toes curled in their cloth wraps. Pre erupted from his hidden\ncock in a glorious stream. Grothor was smiling at him. Not a mocking grimace or\neven a lewd grin. More a kind of pride, as if Stedor's acknowledgement were a\ngreat honor. \n\"You heal me,\"\nGrothor said. He cupped both of Stedor's cheeks. \"What you want, little man?\"\n\"I...I...\" Stedon\ncouldn't talk. This was a dream. It had to be. \nGrothor was\nleading Stedon back into the cave. Grothor's hands were pulling down his pants.\nThe instant Grothor's palm touched under Stedon's balls, Stedon clung to the\norc as he came. Tears of shame, of guilt, of joy flooded his eyes. \nGrothor shoved\nhim away in disgust, wiping the tears off himself. Stedon stared at him, not\nsure what to think or feel.\n\"All humans do\nwhen you do?\" Grothor demanded, gesturing at Stedon's dripping, throbbing\nshaft, then pointing at his own eye to indicate Stedon's tears. \n\"I..I'm sorry,\"\nStedon stuttered. He was shaking. \nGrothor looked\nconfused. Stedon shook his head, too embarrassed and lost to try and explain\nthe concept of an apology. They stood there, awkward in their silence, mostly\nnaked and so close they could feel the heat of each other. \nGrothor reached\nout. He took Stedon's hand and pushed it against the smooth leather of his\nloincloth. Stedon bit his lip. Grothor nodded. Grothor's cock was firming,\nslowly hardening. \n\"H..how...how do\nwe...? How do orcs...?\" Stedon flailed the question.\n\"I take. You\ngive.\"\n\"I give,\" Stedon\nagreed.\nGrothor undid\nhis loincloth. Spread his bulging thighs apart, displaying his mahood for the\nhuman. It was as oversized as the rest of him. Other than the color, it looked\njust like any man's cock, but magnified to a truly glorious proportion. \nGrothor gave a\nsoft growl as Stedon felt it. He shoved Stedon away, grabbed his shoulders,\nturned him to the wall. \n\"I take. You\ngive,\" he snarled in Stedon's ear. \nStedon moaned.\nHe spread his cheeks apart. \n\"I give,\" he\nwhispered.\nGrothor was not\ngentle. Stedon didn't expect him to be. First came the fingers. Two of them\nshoved up Stedon's ass, slick with orcish spit. Stedon yelled as though\nstabbed. He hiked up on his tip toes. Grothor grabbed a fist full of his hair.\nThe orc was on top of him. The fingers were gone. Something much larger, much\nlonger, rammed into him. Stedon screamed. \nRaw estasy\nblazed through him as Grothor's merciless dagger-sized shaft raped him raw.\nGrothor held him like a mountain lion pinning a ram to the earth, hands\nrestraining the human so he couldn't move. Stedon could only writhe and shriek\nand buck as he tried desperately to handle the pleasure. \nGrothor went\nwild - an utter beast, crushing Stedon against him, hips bucking and thrusting,\nharder, harder, eyes squeezed tight and roaring out each time he exhaled. His\nnails dug into Stedon's chest in his passion to spear him. \nStedon clung to\nthe walls of the cave. Their cave. Filled with the sounds and the smells of man\nsex. Grothor's musk was twice as strong with him naked, sweating, rutting\nStedon. \nAt last, the orc\ncame. A great, mighty thunder shook the stone. Stedon's ears rang from the\nsound. Hot liquid pushed its way into Stedon's depths. Stedon moaned. His own\npaultry cum that squirted to the cave wall was nothing to the torrent that\nlashed his ass and oozed down his legs. \nGrothor pulled\nout. They stood there panting in the dark. Then Stedon lunged. He needed that\nmouth. He needed that tongue inside of him. Grothor fought him off at first but\nStedon let out a growl of his own and sank his teeth hard into one of those\nmeaty, thick pectorals.\nGrothor snarled\nin surprise. Stedon broke from his love bite and glared pure want up into the\norc's red eyes. Grothor chuckled and yanked him close. They made out there in\nthe cave while the fire died. Stedon, lost in a feverish reverie of muscle and\nspit, smell and sound, gave himself to the orc. \nGrothor seemed\nto sense it, because he grabbed a fist full of Stedon's firm smooth ass like it\nwas a prize. He broke from the kiss and growled in Stedon's face.\n\"More. You give\nmore.\"\nStedon dropped\nto his knees and grabbed that dripping, throbbing green stud pole. He smeared\nhis tongue around the tip, then slowly accepted it down his throat. He fought\nthe urge to gag, managed to turn it into a powerful swallow instead, and was\nrewarded by Grothor's low moans. \nGrothor set up a\nslow, hard, humping rhythm down Stedon's throat. Stedon matched his sucks and\nswallows to its beat. He played his tongue along the underside of the cock,\ntrailing the veins with his tongue tip. Grothor's cock tasted salty from the\nsweat of his anus. Underneath it was the orc's true flavor. The flavor Stedon\nwanted more than anything. \nGrothor was\npanting hard through his nostrils. Each thrust spurt a bitter-salty slime from\nhis fat glans. Stedon pulled off of it to the tip and gave it a smearing lewd\nkiss with his lips. \n\"I love orcs,\"\nhe whispered.\nGrothor grabbed\nhis own balls and let out a snarl. His cum slit pulsed. Stedon had just enough\ntime to shut his eyes and then his face was drenched in cum, warm as fresh\nmilk. Stedon shuddered. Grothor's big hands can down and smeared his cum across\nStedon's cheeks, up around his earlobes, into his hair. \n\"Mmmmm...my\nhuman,\" he breathed.\nStedon nearly\ncame a third time. He grabbed Grothor's hand and kissed his palm. Over and\nover. He gazed up into the orc's face, still on his knees. Grothor was leering\ndown at him in the cave's dim light.\nGrothor took a\nstep back and sank into a slow crouch. He reached out to grip Stedon's chin. \"I\ngo,\" he rumbled. Then he leaned closer and whispered. \"But I come back. Here.\nYou come.\"\n\"When?\" Stedon\nbegged.\nGrothor smirked.\n\"Soon. You will know.\"\nThen he was\ngone. Stedon settled slowly back onto his haunches in the orc-scented cave.\nTears flooded into his eyes. He'd betrayed himself. To his family. To his\npeople. How by the gods would he hide this? How would he explain his absence\nall morning long? \nStedon wiped his\nsniffling nose. Grothor hated tears. Stedon vowed never to show his orc lover\nmore of them. He gathered himself up and made for the river. He cried out\nalmost at once. His ass burned. It forced Stedon to move at a crawling pace.\nStedon didn't\nreach the river until well in the afternoon. He gave himself a thorough\nscrubbing. He washed his hair four times, used coarse river mud on his arms and\nchest. He winced as he washed his puffy ass hole. \nBy the time Stedon was on\nhis way back home, clothed and with the short sword at his side once more, he\nhad a plan. Stedon was surprised to hear the sounds of conversation as he drew\ncloser. He left the cover of the trees and rounded the corner of the house to\nthe front porch. \nAyron was home. Sweet, perfect\nAyron with his flowing locks of golden hair. The elves had been kind to him, it\nseemed, for Ayron was dressed in a garment of deep green silk with a sparkling\npendant about his throat. Stedon regarded him. He used to admire Ayron. Now\nthere was only Grothor. \nAyron stood with a beaming\nsmile when he saw his brother. \n\"Stedon! Look at you! I\nswear you've filled out even more since I left!\"\nAyron hugged him and thumped\nhis back. \"I hear you've been giving Mother and Father a hard time, adventuring\noff into the deep dark wood on noble pig-fetching quests!\"\n Stedon did his best to smile at the jibe. He\ngestured for Ayron to follow him back into the house. \n\"I found more than pigs,\" he\nsaid. His smile dropped. \"The orcs are back.\"\nMother gasped. Ayron whispered\na curse. Father gripped Stedon's arm. \n\"Did they see you?\" Father\ndemanded. \n\"No. Nor smell me, for I\nstayed downwind. I think it's the same bunch that killed Bemont two years ago.\nI recognize their leader.\"\nAyron snorted. \"An orc is an\norc. They're all the same. Don't let your imagination run away with you,\nStedon.\"\n\"Their leader had two rings\nin his left ear, and so did the leader of this group,\" Stedon insisted. \"If it\nis the same band as before, then they know about the farm already.\"\nAyron stood. \"Father, let me\ntake my horse out again. I'll ride to the garrison in Kingstown.\"\n\"But what if they attack us\nwhile you're gone?\" Mother wailed.\n\"If that happens, Mother,\"\nAyron said, \"it wouldn't matter whether we were all here or just Stedon and\nFather. We're no match for a band of orcs.\"\n\"How many were there?\"\nFather asked Stedon. \n\"Four,\" Stedon lied. \"Big\nbrutes, too. They didn't do much to disguise their presence. I tracked them as\nfar as Hunter's Pass. I'd say they were on their way back over the mountains.\"\n\"Go, Ayron. Fetch the\ngarrison,\" Father urged.\nAyron gave a curt nod and\nleft. Stedon bit his lip with worry. If Ayron was successful, the farm would be\ncrawling with militia within days. Grothor would walk into a trap if he\nreturned. If not, the garrison would surely discover Stedon's lie about the\norc's numbers. \n\"He only just got here!\"\nStedon heard himself saying. \"Let me see him off, at least.\"\nStedon followed Ayron\noutside. He still had the short sword strapped to his hip. The old Stedon would\nhave been horrified to even consider what he was about to do, but Stedon's lust\nhad eclipsed all other considerations. Aryon threatened to destroy the\nmonstrous dream Stedon had set in motion.\nStedon followed Ayron into\nthe horse stall. He would have to strike before Ayron mounted. He also risked\nAyron crying out, or the horse spooking from the smell of blood. Stedon put his\nhand on his blade. He covered the sound of it's draw in the crunch of the\nstraw. \n\"No need to worry, so,\nStedon,\" Ayron said as he gripped the saddle. \"I should be back again by\ntomorrow, and I'll smell those filthy green-skins before they see me!\"\nNow, while his hands were\nbusy with the saddle! Stedon pictured Grothor murdering Bemont. He put one hand\non Ayron's shoulder and thrust with the blade, as hard as he could. \nAyron gave a gigantic gasp\nof agonized surprise. He stared down at the bloody sword point jutting from his\nchest, eyes full of incomprehension. He slumped to his knees. Stedon gripped\nhis dying brother under the arms and gritted his teeth. He had to use all of\nthe strength he'd built up over the last two years to power lift Ayron into the\nsaddle.\nOnce there, Stedon worked\nquickly. He found some rope to lash Ayron to his deep-chested mare. He bridled\nher, then led her out onto the road and almost immediately afterward off onto a\nforest trail. \nStedon didn't dare venture\nfar before he unbound Ayron's body and let him drop to the ground. Aryon's\nhorse shied a bit, but she was a steady beast and quickly settled down to grazing.\n\nStedon pulled the sword free\nand dropped it beside the body. He leaned to the ear of the corpse.\n\"Those filthy green-skins\nhave captured my heart, dear brother. I'm sorry it had to be this way.\"\nStedon cleaned the sword,\nmounted the horse, and set off for the mountains. \nStedon had never killed\nanyone before. For hours, he trembled atop his mount. The mare sensed his\nanxiety and it made her skittish. Stedon resisted the urge to gallop. Ayron's\nhorse was a simple farmer's mare. A full-out run along a narrow forest path, to\nsay nothing of one sloping upward and broken by rocks as it climbed toward the\nmountain's foothills, would be a disaster for her. \nStedon traveled until\nnightfall. This was farther than he'd ever come into the wilderness before. He\nwas grateful that Necarean rangers maintained scouting trails. Those would run\nout by tomorrow, Stedon guessed. \nStedon built a fire and fell\nasleep to the faint howling of wolves high up in the mountain passes. He woke\nto the feeling of cold iron at his throat. ","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/927691-king-of-the-orcs-part-1.json"}