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It was a glorious summer's day. The sun was beating down, and the ground was warm, however, not hot. A gentle breeze stirred the air just enough to keep Blake from overheating too much. The view was wonderful too, hills and valleys spreading out in every direction almost as far as the eye could see. His village was hidden from view behind one of those hills. The shepherd only got to go back every few weeks. Pick up some supplies and then head back out. For that, the Lord of the land paid him a pittance to keep the wolves from his flock.

The work at least wasn't complicated. Just wander along the edges of the Lord's lands and shoot any lone wolves that might threaten the flock. He even had a small bugle to blow, in case a large pack showed up and he needed to summon assistance. In summer weather it was pleasant enough, though during the winter he spent his days shivering and wet and his nights as close to his campfire as he dared to get.

Thus far he actually had not killed any wolves, he had scared a few away with shouts and just his presence. The young man was not really keen on killing anything. If he had been given a choice he would have picked almost any other job. However, jobs were hard to come by.

By far the worst part of his job was loneliness. Some days he would see other shepherds actually tending to the flocks. During the lambing and shearing seasons, things would get very busy for a few weeks. However, mostly it was just Blake on his own. Some days he would talk to himself just to hear the sound of a voice.

Also, as a twenty-year-old man, he was in his prime and spending it far away from any of the people who might enjoy spending time helping him with his pent-up problems. On the plus side, being so far and alone he could at least deal with himself whenever he wanted. Just dropping his britches and grabbing his cock until he seeded the ground. With only the judgemental looks from nearby sheep to bother him.

On this particular summer's day, the young human had a regular itch growing in his britches. At the same time, his mouth felt parched and his thirst was growing by the second. Walking along the border there was a tree not too far ahead. He knew he would be able to take a break out of the sun and in the cool shade, he could spill what he needed to and swallow what he needed to quench his thirst.

However, as he walked along the wall he suddenly spotted a figure. For a moment he thought it might be another shepherd, only the direction was wrong. It was coming from the woods and the wildlands. The village was in the opposite direction, as were all houses, homesteads and even the road that most travellers used.

Unslinging his crossbow, he put his feet in the stirrups and began to wind as he stared at the approaching figure. It was probably just some vagrant or maybe a lost hunter. However, he was not going to take any risks. As the crossbow clicked and he knew it was sufficiently wound, he slipped a bolt into the firing groove and looked out again. He gasped a little as he realised the person approaching was no human. Though he was human-shaped.

Green skin, and flame-red hair. His body was big, far bigger and more muscular than any human Blake had ever met. Even the Lord's guards would seem dwarfed beside such a hulk. Wearing a cloak made from wolf fur, Blake was certain as the head of the wolf was laying over the green beast's shoulder like a giant clasp. Lower down he wore nothing but a loin cloth.

Blake knew there were orcine tribes up in the mountains and hills and they rarely wandered down. They traded sometimes in border towns and cities and relations between the Kingdom and the tribes were civil, if not overly friendly. However, Blake had never seen one, nor had he heard of an orc travelling this far. Though it probably explained why the beast was coming from the wilds and not the road. It was also possible the brute was just lost and needed someone to point it in the right direction.

However, as it drew closer, the human hefted his crossbow just a little, just enough that the orc would be able to see that he was cocked and loaded. The brute paused a dozen yards from the wall and it bowed ever so slightly towards him. Taking it as a polite silent request to approach, he nodded his head.

The closer the brute got the more impressive Blake found it. He was a tall human, over six-foot and yet the brute was a good head, or more, taller. Its chest was at least twice as broad as his own, and he could pick out every single muscle that glistened in the sun and rolled as the beast swung his arms. “Greetings!" The voice was deep and powerful, yet with no trace of a threat.

“W…well met," Blake stammered a little uncertain of himself.

“Where hence?" The brute asked, a broad smile on his green lips. Blake could see his tusks were short, the one on the right having a small ring of copper around it. Orc tusks grow longer as they age, meaning this huge brute was likely not much older than himself.

“You're near Karto, it's over that hill. Five leagues from Brostan to the south," Blake said gesturing towards his village. “It's a fair walk to the village, and you might want to avoid it. The Lord's guards is not the most welcoming."

The orc nodded, his curly red hair bouncing. It framed his face with a well-kept beard that followed his huge square jawline. “Thanks, and thee? Is thee welcoming?" The question came out of nowhere, yet Blake could see the brute's purple eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and lust.

“I… I suppose, I mean not many folks come out here. So I like to say hello to those that do," He replied, feeling his fair cheeks burning and not because of the sun that was beating down on them both. “Why comes thou?"

The green brute shrugged his shoulders, an action that caused every muscle of his broad chest to ripple in a way that made the pent-up contents of his britches stand up and take notice. “I walk, explore. Is my time to know the world. Why comes thou?"

Blake gestured to the sheep, “Tis my job, I watch for wolves and keep the Lord's flock safe."

The orc lifted his head and took a deep breath, “no wolves for many leagues, the flock is safe. The sun is hot, and I have thirst. I am Gor, how called is thee?"

“B… Blake," the shepherd stammered a little uncertainly. There had been something in the way Gor had said he had a thirst that made Blake's britches feel tight. Licking his lips nervously the human added, “there's a stream not far… but my waterskin is full. If you wish to join me under yonder tree and quench your thirst."

A soft growling sound escaped from the orc's throat as Blake watched the brute look him up and down appraisingly. His fair cheeks blushed heavily as he realised his pent-up nature was showing. However, they flushed deep crimson when he returned the look, checking out the hulking orc's form only to see not only was the brute at attention but that his loincloth was insufficient to contain the monster that hid within. Gor's green-skinned purple-headed maleness was pointing at him.

He knew that they both had more than one thirst, and the orc wanted to quench both in the shade of the ancient oak tree they started to walk towards. However, the lightness in his own step and the heaviness in his britches let him know he was more than willing to have his thirst quenched. His fingers pulled the bolt out of the crossbow's groove and he discharged the string. The orc grunted when he did so, Blake considered explaining that you do not keep a crossbow ready for too long to keep it working at its best. Though as Gor said nothing, he decided it was best to let it slip, lest the orc might enquire as to why he had loaded it in the first place.

They reached the shade of the old oak and instantly the world felt cooler. The soft wind blew gently on the sweat on his golden-haired brow. Blake stripped off his light shirt, welcoming the cooling air and shade on his torso. He placed his crossbow and bugle down at the base of the tree and hefted up his waterskin. Offering it first to Gor.

The orc stepped up close to him, unfastening the clasp under the wolf head of his cloak and letting it fall to the ground. With a huge hand, he gently pushed the waterskin towards Blake. The human took that as a clear invitation to drink first. Placing the spout to his lips he took a mouthful, enjoying the cooling and the moisture as it flooded his mouth. He swallowed and let his mouth refill.

Before he could swallow a second time, Gor struck. A huge green hand pulled the spout from his lips. Blake froze, half expecting the orc to take a drink, only for that handsome bearded face to dip down to his. Warm lips pressed against Blake's, as strong green fingers began to roam over his chest. A strong tongue wormed its way into his mouth and Blake couldn't stop himself from moaning out in lust. The orc's tongue lapped up the water as it danced in his mouth.

Pressing up against the huge male, Blake returned the kiss desperately. The feel of those tusks on his lips and cheeks was strangely enticing. The strength of the orc's fingers as they caressed and squeezed his chest and flanks made him quiver with anticipation. Then he cried out as a large hand cupped around his crotch. His engorged cock pressed against the rough hessian of his britches. Gor broke the kiss and grinned broadly. While thick orc fingers squeezed firmly on Blake's erect and aching cock.

Blake could do nothing but moan and gasp in pleasure. His cock throbbing hard to the touch of another, even through the rough fabric. Gor's fingers let go and two huge hands fumbled to unfasten the string that held Blake's britches up. A soft grunt escaped the orc as he succeeded and the string came untied, the human's britches falling down. Blake whimpered as a huge fist grasped around his cock and squeezed down but only a little.

“Thirsty," the orc rumbled as it looked down at his cock and it was not until that head began to dip and he saw the orc slip to its knees that he realised just exactly what it was thirsty for. Blake's entire sexual experience had been a single tumble with a farm hand who had gotten married to a woman two days later. Mostly stroking each other's cock and the man had fucked a load into Blake's eager rump. The idea of that tusked mouth around his cock was wonderfully enticing.

Looking down he could see drops of precum leaking from his aching and eager cocktip. Gor darted forward and Blake cried out in pleasure as a broad tongue caught the drops and licked over his cocktip hungrily. His head was starting to spin with pleasure, but a moment later that tusked mouth sealed around his cock and he felt the warmth and strength of Gor's tongue licking and swirling around his glans. The human had to bite his lip to stop himself from giving the orc a mouthful in that instant.

Strong green hands grasped his buttocks. Thick fingers stroked between his cheeks and up his cleft. As that red-haired head began to bob languidly on his throbbing length. Blake held still, his mind spinning as he struggled to believe the events of the day were actually happening. Part of him worried he might be napping in the shade of the oak tree and dreaming of heavenly pleasure. Only as the orc licked over his glans and teased his frenulum, the human knew he was awake. Dream pleasures felt hollow and fake, and if there was one word he would not use to describe the sensations he was feeling, it would be fake.

His hands reached down, fingers stroking through the orc's wiry red hair. Blake felt the orc's hot breath as it huffed on his balls and the prickle of Gor's beard, as the brute took his cock right down to the root. Blake bit down on his lip again, so hard he tasted blood. However, he was desperate to hold back from his peak. The orc was thirsty and once his thirst was quenched he might leave and Blake wanted the feelings he was drowning in to last a lifetime.

Grunting and moaning the brute sucked and slurped on his manhood. With every sound, the human knew Gor was enjoying it as well. The orc clearly had a taste for man-flesh and Blake was just happy to be on the beast's menu. Those fingers on his buttocks stroked down and found his ring, teasing his entrance gently. While the mouth thrust forward faster and faster. The brute's thirst was clearly getting stronger.

With each bob of the red-head, Blake was forced closer to his peak. His breath was coming in ragged bursts as he tried to hold back. His fingers clenched down on Gor's head and yet the brutes' actions could not be stopped. He would have a better chance of holding back the tide with a teaspoon, than holding back the orc's thirst. His sweaty nuts were tickled over and over, by Gor's beard and Blake could feel the suction growing around his shaft. The friction increased as Gor sucked his sup from the human.

Utterly lost to the pleasure of the moment, Blake cried out in sheer unadulterated joy. His cock throbbing hard and coating the beast's mouth with his issue. Jet after, thick musky, jet was sprayed inside the orc's mouth. He heard and felt the beast gulping down his fluids and the very notion made his cock throb and spray a few more drops to help quench the beast's thirst. Slurping and gulping happily, Gor seemed in no hurry to stop. His tongue lapped over Blake's glans over and over, teasing his meatus and taking every last drop the human had.

Eventually, Gor pulled free, his lips parting Blake's cock with a loud slurping pop. “A good drink." Rumbled the orc on his knees. Blake nodded his head dumbly, not able to think much. His cock was still painfully erect, and he knew he could give the orc another mouthful or two in time.

However, before him, the orc held up the loincloth he had just removed. Blake gulped, guessing it was time for him to quench his thirst. An action he was more than willing to undertake. He had to admit he was curious as to what it would taste like. However, Gor made no actions nor spoke any words asking for such. Instead, the orc lifted up a bloatspod. A herb commonly found in the woods, the giant pods were often sought for their healing properties. Ugly to look at the large brown pods were filled with oily liquid and squishy seeds.

Blake was not sure why the beast had pulled such a herb out. Most villagers used them to treat burns or rashes. Gor held the pod above Blake's cock and tore it in half. The human gasped out in surprised pleasure as the warm slick fluids coated his cock. Strong green fingers grasped and stroked his manhood, making sure to cover every inch in the slick fluids. A few of the seeds clung to his flesh.

The shepherd had never thought he could put the herbs to such fun use. However, the orc's full intentions were more than to make his cock slick for a pleasurable jerking. No, Gor's intentions were laid bare as he turned around still on his knees and then fell forward, his huge hands resting in the grass as he presented his rump to the human.

A blind man would have been able to read such blatant body language and Blake easily picked up on the o so subtle hints. He was glad that Gor had sucked a load out of him, for he knew if he had not he would probably have spilt his load over the orc's back from the sheer sight of it. With his pent-up frustrations eased, he knew the pleasure would last longer.

Emboldened by the sheer lustfulness of his lover, Blake stepped forward. Even with Gor on all fours, he did not need to bend or kneel. His hands grasped the orc's hips and he heard approving grunts. With one hand he guided himself between the orc's spread cheeks, to the dark green puckered entrance. Gasping as he felt his moist tip pressing to the quivering entrance. Unable to believe his luck he pressed forward slowly, his ample chunky length pushing through the ring.

Inside his cock was surrounded by warmth, welcomed as he slid in easily. The huge male accepted all he had to offer with only grunts and moans of pleasure in response. The slickness of the pod made things smooth and easy. With a slight thrill, he felt his balls tapping lightly against the orc's. Before him lay a beast of a man, so huge and powerful and yet willing to lay beneath the human.

It was such a wonderful delight that Blake had to pause and just soak in every last detail. The green of Gor's skin, the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves to make shadows dance on the orc's back in the breeze. The feel of his ass, clenching and unclenching around his cock, as if the orc was already trying to milk him dry with his insides. The feeling of strength and power to be inside such a beautiful and strong creature.

Unable to hold back a moment longer, Blake pulled his hips back slowly. Closing his eyes, Blake focussed on the feeling, not wanting to slip free, but just give himself enough space to thrust long and deep. Which he did a moment later, both of their voices lifted up in joy as his hips smacked into the orcs, his nuts rattling off the orc's fruits more than thrice their size. “More!" The orc called out suddenly, the first word he had spoken since their kiss.

Blake felt his cock throb, to the sound of such a strong man asking for his cock. He gave it to him as well, smacking their hips together again and again as he drove himself in to the very root as hard as he could. His slender hips were tiny against the huge orcine ones they smacked against. Seeking better footing, he lifted his foot and tried to place it on a root of the oak tree. It slipped off and landed on the orc's calf. The firm muscle only flexed under his weight and Blake continued to deliver his pounding, his angle much improved.

Beads of sweat ran down his back and dripped off his balls. Before him, he could see similar beads of sweat trickling off his lover. Some ran onto his fingers as he grasped the brute's hips tightly. Lifting his hand he took a taste, the musky earthy tones very pleasant and served to fuel his arousal even more. Their bodies crashed together, again and again, the orc starting to push back into his thrusts as he took the beast with every ounce of strength he had.

The human knew he had mere moments of bliss left before he was pushed over. There was nothing he could do to hold back. The tightness and sensations around his cock were just too much and the sheer knowledge of what and who he was doing made stopping or pausing an impossibility. With cries of sheer bestial pleasure, he rutted the orc hard, desperately fucking his seed as deep into the tight green ass as he could fuck them. Until drenched in sweat and panting desperately for air his hips came to a stop, with his length buried inside the orc's depths.

For a few moments, the lovers paused, their bodies conjoined, as Blake drooled a few more drops of his seed into his lover. The gentle breeze caressed their sweat-soaked forms, cooling and caressing them. With a groan of pleasure, Blake pulled out. He watched intently as his cock slid out of the orc's green depths, still hardly able to believe what he had just done.

Gor grunted and as soon as Blake's length was clear, the orc moved. Turning to lay on the grassy, his body naked and his cock very much erect and drooling. One mighty hand grasped it and began to jerk slowly. Blake was sure that he was not expected to assist. However, just because his assistance was not requested, did not mean he could not offer it.

Kneeling down beside Gor, he reached out with both hands, grasping the thick meat. Gor gave a happy nod and let go. Putting both of his huge hands under his head and just basked in the moment. Blake knew he was being entrusted with the task of bringing his partner to the peaks of pleasure the orc had brought him, twice now.

The young shepherd was determined to show that he was more than up to the task. Not only was he up to the task, he was thirsty. Bending down quickly he licked up glistening beds of precum, their bitter tangy taste somehow far more enticing than he thought they would be. Gor's moans of pleasure were music to his ears.

His tongue slipped and glided over the hot throbbing orc flesh. Running around his mighty glans, teasing and exploring his coronal ridge. Exploring every inch and tasting it all, savouring the flavour and the musky stench that clung to his lungs as he breathed. Unable to hold back he sealed his mouth around that huge maleness, and pressed down, taking in as much of the orc's huge length as he could. The human had no hope of taking it all. So thick was it that his jaw was spread wide just to get the tip inside.

He sucked and slurped thirstily, increasing the suction, and bobbing his mouth on what little of the length he could fit in his maw. His hands worked on the rest, jerking the length with both of them and earning more jets of precum and sweet moans of bliss from his lover. The human sucked harder and bobbed faster, the thirst in his mind growing. His mouth felt parched, even though it was filled with drool. He needed to drink, to taste the orc as he had been tasted.

Blake's eyes spotted the orc's huge fruits, each one the size of an orange. He knew that the beast would no doubt be able to give him far more of a drink than he had been able to offer and he was desperate to taste it. His head moved faster and faster, the moans of pleasure were growing by the second. He could feel the cock throbbing hard against his tongue, the orc's pulse racing as he sucked and slurped more. Desperate to suck every last drop he could from the beast.

Gor's breath was loud and panting, in between moans and gasps. The human knew he was not far from quenching his thirst. His neck and arms ached from the effort, but her refused to stop or even slow down. He would drain this orc dry or die in the attempt. Faint hearts never won fair maidens, nor huge horny orcs. Just as he began to fear that he would never achieve his goal, Gor gave a deep and rumbling roar of pleasure.

The cock in his mouth pulsed and throbbed, and a warm jet of thick fluid hit the back of his throat. His mouth was full in an instant, he tried to swallow, but a second jet hit before he could manage. His mouth flooded he managed to swallow some before the next blast flooded his mouth once more. He swallowed again, but his lungs began to burn with the need to breathe and with a gasp he let the orc cock slip from his lips.

A face painted in orc seed was his reward, as his hands continued to milk the shaft dry. He opened his mouth, his tongue lapping and lipping, as the cum ran down his cheek and neck. He caught and drank what he could, the rest bathed his hot flesh. Until the orc's issue was utterly spent and the two lay naked in the grass, clutched in each other's arms until they fell asleep. Both of their thirsts were fully quenched. For the moment at least.

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