{"sf1_id":947889,"sf2_id":null,"title":"King of the Orcs, Part 9","author":"Moon-Drummer","words":1969,"posted_at":"2015-12-24T19:54:00.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Aroused","Authority","Cunt Boy","Fantasy","Fingering","Gay","Interspecies","Male","Medieval","Mild Violence","Molesting","Muscle","Muscles","Orcs","Plot Development","Public","Teasing","Tribal","stockade"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/947889-king-of-the-orcs-part-9","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/947889","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=947889\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Oltuk,\npotential recruit of the Best Blades, was bored. He stood gazing out over the\ntowering, spiked red iron walls of Adaar'kurn at the Blood River, winding its\nway through a series of small rapids before it entered the fortress. \nIn\nanother week, Zor would decide whether he had what it took to become part of\nhis warband. Until then, he was just on loan from the Dragonslayers, and here\nhe was, doing sentry duty like some Grunt. \nSomething\ncaught Oltuk's eye. Figures approached the fortress, moving along the river's\nedge. Oltuk narrowed his eyes, then widened them.\n\"By the\ndead gods!\" he swore. For they were the single mightiest-looking warband Oltuk\nhad ever seen.\nTheir\nleader swaggered in the front, serrated scimitar at his side, wearing a\npolished leather harness across a set of enormous pectorals that cast their own\nshadow and might have been breasts were it not for the permanent striations\nOltuk could see even from the fortress walls. The others in his warband were\nequally endowed with brawn - twice the brawn that any orc had a right to! Oltuk\nreached down and rubbed at the crotch piece of his spiked chainmail. His mouth\nwatered. He would do anything for the honor of being dominated by such an orc.\nDown\nbelow, Grothor strode up to the closed gates of Adaar'kurn unchallenged. He\nsneered. He knew the sentries were staring at his body in awe. He would give\nthem something to gape at! Grothor gave a mighty ROAR and swung both arms\ntogether in an overhead chop, crashing them into the gates. The wooden beam\nthat closed them shattered like a twig, and Grothor entered the fortress with\ntusks bared.\nThe\nsentries seemed to have finally remembered their duty, and yelled challenge. \n\"Who do\nyou think you are, orc?\" Oltuk called.\nGrothor\nfixed Oltuk with such a look that Oltuk moaned under his breath and almost cummed\nin his armor.\n\"I'm\nthe warrior who just punched open your puny gates! And I want to talk to Zor\nthe Undefeatable.\" \nHow\ncould Oltuk disobey such a man? He strode awkwardly from the battlements down\ninto the guardhouse and there he yanked open his belt and sprayed his cum\nagainst the stone wall. He hurridly stuffed his cock back into his armor and\nwent to find the Best Blades.\nGrothor\nand his warband stood proudly back to back with each other, glaring down any\norcs who dared look them in the eye. Stedon stood in their midst, at the center\nof the group, hidden behind their bulk. He rested his hands on the luscious ass\ncheeks of Kreg and Blackmane while he waited. \nAn orc\nwearing some sort of black warpaint in a tribal stripe down his brow came\ntoward Majok. He dropped a coin sack on the ground at his own feet. Some\nminutes passed, and a thick, burly orc who's barrel chest was criss crossed\nwith hideous scars came forward, facing Kreg, dropping three coin sacks. \n\"What\nare they doing?\" Stedon muttered.\n\"Bidding\non us,\" Blackmane murmured, his voice hushed with disbelieving delight.\n\"What?\"\nStedon asked.\nKreg\nleaned his head slightly back. \"Sometimes an orc can't declare his desire for\nanother openly. So he bids with sacks of coin. If the other accepts, he gets a\ngood fuck and some gold. I've never been offered more than two sacks before.\"\nA\none-eyed orc, head shaved save for a long ponytail down his back and wearing\nheavy armored shoulder pads decorated with a row of gilded spikes approached.\nHe looked Grothor up and down. Then he snapped his fingers and held out a hand.\nA smaller orc who stood behind him began to hand him sacks of coin. He set down\na row of five sacks. Grothor looked from them to the orc, at a loss for words.\nMore sacks came - six, seven, eight, nine, a full second row making ten. \n\"What\ndo you want?\" Grothor asked the strange orc. \nIn\nresponse, the orc strode forward. He unclipped his armor, letting it fall\nbehind him and stood facing Grothor, thighs almost trembling with desire. \n\"Let me\nbear you sons.\"\nSo this\nwas an orc cuntman, Stedon realized. It was impossible to tell him from a full\nmale. \n\"I do\nnot know you, brother,\" Grothor said.\nThe\ncuntman slid his hands up Grothor's magnificent pectorals. \"I will tell you\neverything, my lord. Show you everything I have. Give you everything I own. I\nhave waited a lifetime to find one worthy of my womb. Please. Name your price.\nBut do not deny me!\"\nGrothor\nwrapped a bulging, veined arm around the cuntman, drawing him to his side with\na possessive growl. The cuntman orc gave a soft, quavering moan. A moan Stedon\nknew all too well. \nThe\ncuntman caught sight of Stedon in the middle of the warband and bared his\nteeth. \"What is that?\"\n\"That,\"\nGrothor said, shoving the cuntman back, \"is no concern of yours.\"\n\"No\nhuman has ever seen Adaar'kurn, much less set foot in..OHH!\" the cuntman orc's\nobjection died on his lips. Grothor had one big hand shoved up under his\nchainmail beechcloth, slowly stroking the orc's pussy. \n\"Go,\"\nGrothor purred to him. \"And tell every cuntman in Adaar'kurn of me. I'm sure\nyou're not the only dam who'll want me to sire them warriors.\"\nThe\ncuntman staggered off, whimpering. The ground thudded heavily as a row of fully\narmored orcs marched into view. Grothor regarded them while slowly licking\ndroplets of cunt moisture from his fingers. The armored warriors formed up in a\nperfect line. Their leader stepped forward.\nHe wore\na helm forged to look like a dragon's head. Piercing eyes like those of a wolf\nlooked out of it at Grothor's band. \n\"So you\nare the ones being called Big Boys, eh?\"\nBehind\nGrothor, Blackmane clapped a hand onto Kreg's shoulder and shook him. Their\nwarband had just been named. Their status among all orcs had been elevated. And\nby the glance Blackmane gave to Stedon that became a wink, Blackmane knew who\nwas to thank for it.\n\"Where\nis Zor?\" Grothor demanded.\n\"A good\nimpression is not enough to disturb the ruler of Adaar'kurn,\" the dragon-helmed\nwarrior sneered. \nGrothor\nturned his head slightly. \"Kreg?\"\nKreg\nleft his place in the formation. He kept his steps slow and deliberate. As he\nstomped closer to Zor's messanger, it became clear he stood a good half foot\ntaller, to say nothing of how much broader. The messanger tried to conceal his\nrising apprehension as Kreg pushed naked gigantic pectorals against his armor\nand gave a sound from his nostrils that Stedon could feel through his feet. \n\"I must\ninsist,\" Grothor said. \n\"But..I...\"\nThe\ngathering of orcs in the fortress square gasped as Kreg hoisted the messanger -\narmor and all - off his feet with one hand and gave another brutish snarl.\n\"Y..yes!\nOf...of course! At once!\" \nKreg\ndropped the orc in the dragon armor, who crashed into the stone slabs of the\nsquare with a grunt. Kreg put a heavy bare green foot down onto him, ground it\nthere for a moment, then shoved him bodily halfway across the square with a\nsimple push. \nKreg\nsmirked, watching Zor's men break ranks to go rushing back to Zor's inner keep.\nAll around him came the soft musical sounds of coin purses dropping like apples\nin autumn. \nAn hour\nlater, they stood before a pair of towering iron gates. The metal had been\ntinted with impure red ore to give it a bloody luster. Each gate served as the\nframe for an orc sword of exaggerated size. In moments, the gates would open and\nthe Big Boys would arrive in the presence of the closest thing orcs had to a\nking. \n\"My\ngreater,\" Stedon said to Grothor, \"what orders have you for me?\"\nGrothor\nput a heavy hand on Stedon's head. Ran fingers through his freshly trimmed\nmohawk. \"None. You will present yourself as you are, Grunt.\"\n\"Will\nthat not anger Zor?\" \nGrothor's\neyes narrowed at the gate. \"If Zor has a problem with you, he can get to you\nthrough my corpse.\"\nThe\nothers grunted their assent. A boom shook the gate, and with a great clanking\nof metal on metal, hidden counterweights moved on chains to pull the gates\nopen. Beyond lay the court of Zor the Undefeatable. \nZor's\nthrone room was a large chamber of black stone. A triangular vaulted ceiling\nwas lit by large torches. A gutter filled with burning oil back lit Zor's\nthrone, made of the same dark stone and made to resemble a yawning dragon's\nmouth. \nZor was\nan enormous orc. Stedon guessed him to be close to eight feet in height. He sat\nin nothing but a leather harness and a dragonscale loincloth. Three Grunts\nattended him, judging by their age. One served as cupbearer, holding a great\nbone drinking horn in both hands. The other two smeared scented oil into Zor's\nheavy, dropping pectorals.\nStedon\nhad prepared himself to meet a creature so mighty it would make Grothor seem a\nweakling. The reality shocked him.\nZor\nmight once have been such a warrior, but no longer. His huge pecs sagged down\nagainst his ribs, and a healthy paunch covered once-tight abdominals. Arms like\nthe trunks of oak trees still advertised their strength, but a layer of fat\ncovered them, now. \nZor\nregarded the Big Boys, idly stroking his thick black beard with fingers covered\nin glittering rings. He snapped his fingers. His cup bearer put the drinking\nhorn to his lips and tipped it for Zor to drink. \n\"So\nyou're the studs who would steal the hearts of my cuntmen, eh?\" Zor asked with\na graveled voice. He laughed. \"I can see why! You remind me of my own youth!\"\nGrothor\nslammed a fist into his rock hard chest in salute.\n\"We are\nhonored to be in the presence of such a mighty warrior.\"\n\"Hm. Of\ncourse you are,\" Zor said with a dismissive wave. His Grunts silently left by a\npair of side doors. Zor leaned forward to peer at Stedon.\n\"I\nheard you had a human with you. He's got a Grunt's look.\"\n\"I am\nGrunt,\" Stedon confirmed in a clear, bold voice. \n\"Ha!\" Zor\nclapped his hands together. \"And you trained him to speak, too!\" He leered at\nGrothor. \"I could trade you handsomely for your trained human.\"\nGrothor\nglowered at him. \"Grunt is part of my warband, Zor. Are you saying you'll give\nme a Best Blood for him?\"\nZor\nseemed to find the idea uproarious. The hall rang with his guffaws for nearly\nhalf a minute. \"I think you've been stomping around in those mountains for too\nlong, Grothor! What's next? A mountain goat as your shield bearer?\" Zor belted\nout another round of laughter.\nKreg\ngrowled behind Grothor. Grothor held up a hand to silence him. \n\"We\nwant a shaman. A powerful one. Old and ready to die,\" Grothor informed Zor.\n\"What\nfor?\"\n\"We\nwill make Grunt, here,\" Grothor rubbed Stedon's back, \"a real orc! Not just in\nname.\"\nZor\nshot to his feet with surprising speed for his bulk. His paunch gave a slight\nbounce from the excess momentum.\n\"You\nWHAT?!\"\n\"It's\nbeen done before,\" Blackmane spoke up. \"In ancient times.\"\n\"THOSE\nwere true orcs! Who put their very souls into worthy war beasts in order to\ncrush and rip apart our enemies! NEVER once did an orc foul himself by\ntransforming his body into that of a puny, tuskless HUMAN!\" Zor raged. \"How\ndare you come into my presence and insult me with this request! Get out!\"\nGrothor\nonly had two options - obey or challenge Zor the Undefeatable. And Grothor was\nno fool. He turned his hulking back and led his warband out in disgrace."}