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Since his first anal experience, Hugh became a bit of a tease. He was well aware of his charms, and as he pulled the wagon, his pants always seemed to work their way down, showing off the glistening valley between his cheeks and giving the men riding behind him an eyeful of his soft, sticky donut. Despite his attempts to play coy, the mischievous smile gracing his face showed he loved the attention, and the erections tenting his friends' pants seemed to egg him on to more bold attempts at showing off.

When they made camp each night, the minotaur's ass received the attention it demanded, and his companions would make the bull silently moo and drench himself in musky fluids. Durz's rampant butt-sluttery couldn't compare to the minotaur's need, and even the orc was lured into fucking that well-glazed donut open with grunting thrusts. Hugh was never satisfied until his soft ass was sticky with seed, using that pillowy bovine tongue to clean his friend's cocks in hopes of coaxing another round from them. Usually, his teasing worked, and there was no shortage of stretching for the affectionate minotaur to enjoy.

Russell couldn't lie. He was thankful for the minotaur's sultry distraction. It allowed him less time to worry about what would happen when they met the orcish warchief. Stories of the orcs painted them as bloodthirsty, warlike people. Would the human's powers of attraction work on the (assumedly) male leader? How exactly could he get the orcs to give up their rapacious lifestyle? Hopefully, they were closer to Durz in temperament than the tusked monsters of most modern fantasy.

Their surroundings changed each day, and by the time that Durz stated they crossed into Orcish lands, the chill in the air was growing more pronounced. Snow littered the ground, and the road began to tilt upward. The reason for Durz's apparent comfort in the cold became clear. Anyone from this harsh, unforgiving climate would have to be well adapted. Tundra stretched as far as Russell could see, and he wondered how exactly the orcs could even find food in the icy desert.

Lope and Russell bundled under a blanket and sought comfort in each other's arms, but Durz was bare-chested, and steam rose from his green skin in the midmorning sun. He seemed more comfortable in the cold than he had at home. Russell was a bit jealous. He wondered what it must be like to run around partially nude at all times while still as comfortable as he looked.

Lope's embrace was warm, and he relaxed into the wolfman's arms, letting his face rest against Lope's chest. Maybe being cold did have its benefits. There was nothing more comforting than being pleasantly warm and cozy while surrounded by the chill of winter. Dozing off, he rubbed Lope's belly idly, drawing a contented sound from the cuddly wolfman.

Green hands shook Russell awake. All around, green-skinned men and women, all with bare chests, stared at the small party. The women, in particular, stared daggers at Durz. Russell felt a bit of unease as he noticed nearly all of them held weapons. Hopefully, they wouldn't have a reason to use them. No one stepped forward to stop Hugh's plodding footsteps, and they continued through the surprisingly well-developed town.

Thankfully unmolested, their wagon made its way to a grand wooden building with a thatched roof, flying a huge red flag with a stylized skull. Durz wasn't lying when he said that the orcs' work ethic was legendary. This building must have taken months of work to create, and the detail on every inch of it was perfect, down to the way they joined the wood together with seamless ease. It extended deep into the mountainside it was carved into, no doubt requiring awe-inspiring strength to create.

They left behind their empty wagon and stepped through the imposing archway. Inside, the chill became more manageable, and Russell was able to slip the blanket from his shoulders. They walked through the halls with Durz leading the way until they arrived at a massive pair of double doors. No doubt this was the warchief's chambers. Russell shivered in anticipation of the audience to come. This meeting could be risking his friends' lives for nothing.

Imposing and regal, an orc larger than Durz with silver hair and piercing blue eyes stared down at them. He was almost entirely nude, and something resembling a cigar clenched between his teeth. Russell's eyes roamed over his pierced nipples, then down to the fat slug of a cock resting on his wooden throne, and he swallowed hard. The tip of that massive cock was adorned with a thick metal ring piercing that disappeared into his piss slit, dangling from the soft head. His girth made Hugh's massive cock look like a pencil dick.

Stepping forward with a grin, Durz gave the warchief a sweeping facetious bow. "Hi, Dad," he said matter of factly. Dad?! This cocky silver-haired hunk was Durz's dad?! Russell's jaw dropped, and as he looked from the warchief to Durz, he could see a definite resemblance between the two. Why hadn't Durz told him this crucial bit of information before now? The slut had him convinced that they were unwelcome.

The regal orc stepped from his throne and pulled Durz into a tight embrace. Russell politely pretended to ignore the man's monster cock squishing against Durz's loincloth, but his mind raced with lewd possibilities. Were orcs opposed to incestuous trysts? "Welcome home, son. You had me worried." A dazzling smile flashed, and the older orc clapped Durz on the back, seeming as carefree as his son.

Durz's story of being chased from his home by angry women was partially a lie, judging by his father's friendly attitude and how welcoming his body language was. Russell would have to ask him for the real story later. Knowing Durz, the answer would probably involve his insistent sexual demands.

Durz flashed his friends an apologetic grin and addressed his father. "We've come on behalf of the King of Mimid. Our war parties have been harassing his country's borders, and he asked us to speak with you. Is there any way you can just lay off the attacks?" His tone was casual, and he seemed a bit bashful in front of his nude father.

The king looked Russell up and down, then his gaze moved to Hugh, and finally Lope. His nose twitched almost imperceptibly, and Russell hoped that was a sign that he was catching a whiff of the human's pheromones. His job would be significantly more straightforward if the warchief reacted to his alluring scent. The twitch in that monstrous orc cock gave him hope, but the orc's expression didn't change. "I might be able to grant your request. But first, your friend will have to prove he's worth my time."

The warchief dwarfed Russell, standing over him with an appraising stare. If not for his jovial expression and floppy cock, Russell would have assumed he was trying to intimidate him. "You're their leader, aren't you? Let's have a friendly match. If you win, I'll do whatever you ask. If I win, you'll leave, and my son will stay and take his place at my side." He chuckled at Russell's blank stare, his pecs bouncing in the crisp air. Fucking hell, those were some grade A muscle-tits. "I take it my son hasn't introduced you to orcish wrestling? No weapons, no clothing, only pure power. Whoever gives up first loses."

Russell gulped. Any hopes of besting the orc in a show of strength died as his gaze took in his glistening physique. Still, this was his only chance. He took the orc's extended hand and shook it. He'd have to rely on his erotic power and hope it would be enough. Was there a way to force the orc to take a hit of his addictive scent all at once? Plans began to take shape in Russell's mind, and he felt far more confident despite the mismatch as he watched the orc toss aside the stub of his cigar.

"Excellent! My boy here will be our witness." The jovial orc wrapped his arm around Durz and brought his fist down to muss the smaller orc's hair. The sight was far more perverse than he meant to be, with that massive cock swinging with his exertion. Taking a wide stance in the center of the room, he took on a grappler's pose. Of course, his pose had the unintended effect of pushing out his ass and putting his package on display for Hugh and Lope's hungry eyes. Even Durz seemed to have a growing interest in his father's rump.

Russell shed his clothes slowly, turning his back to the orc chieftain to slide his pants down. He lingered, bent over, sneaking a look through his legs to see if his tease was having an effect. Swelling with half-hard glory, the chieftain's cock reacted to the striptease, and the older man seemed slightly uncomfortable. Thank the gods he wasn't completely straight, or Russell would have been out of luck. Holding back a triumphant smile, Russell joined the orc in the center of the room. "No rules on how I should approach this, right?" He asked the leering orc.

A nod was what Russell was looking for, and when Durz put his arm in the air to signal the start of the friendly match, Russell darted forward. Rather than fighting the orc, he opted to hop into the confused man's arms, gripping around his neck and meeting his lips in an aggressive kiss. All of his experience with Durz's soft lips made itself known, and he drew a breathless moan from the chieftain's throat, the man's arms twitching, then wrapping around the human's waist.

Their oral embrace broke with thick strings of saliva, but Russell didn't give the man any time to regain his wits, using his embrace as leverage to bring the chieftain's nose straight into his underarm, trapping it there to force the man to breathe his musk. The man's member slapped against his back, leaving a slimy trail of arousal, and he knew that the chieftain had fallen under his spell when the orc visibly sagged, and he felt a snuffling snort against his underarm hair.

Lewd, slurping licks slid over Russell's underarm skin, lapping up his sweat as if sampling a fine wine. The grip around his waist tightened, and the older man's nuzzling grew more desperate, his nose greedily huffing the human's musk. The human smirked and tugged himself away from the orc's nose, his lips inches from the orc's ear. "Give up, and I'll let you eat my ass." Direct as he was, his words had the desired effect, and as he looked over the orc's glazed eyes and panting mouth, he knew he'd won. Perhaps not in the most conventional way, but a win was a win. It was only a bonus that he seemed to have created another orc slut in the process.

"Gods. You win. Just. Fuck, let me have more." Like an addict seeking drugs, the orc had fallen to his knees, and he nuzzled at Russell's balls. Once easy-going and regal, his wanton begging was perversely adorable. Sucking adoration lavished Russell's modest member's length, and his greedy nose almost snorted Russell's pre from his tip.

Russell took gentle hold of the chieftain's hair, pulling him back from his prize. "So you're going to call off your troops?" At the musk-drunk man's desperate nods, he released his hold on the older man's hair, and the orc's nose slid beneath Russell's balls to hungrily snuffle. Turning to Durz, he smiled apologetically. "I hope this isn't too weird for you. Seducing your dad and all." He spread his legs slightly as the chieftain spread his ass cheeks, putting that slippery tongue to work and huffing his musk with desperate, deep breaths.

"Weird? I'm jealous. He'd better not hog you now that he's discovered your dick." Durz walked over and pressed his palm against his father's head, forcing the man's tusked face further into Russell's ass. He sandwiched Russell's face between his pecs, and Russell could feel the orc's big balls against his hard cock. "As long as you keep me supplied with as much dick as you have been, you can fuck my dad in front of me for all I care." Russell shuddered. Durz was one of the kinkiest men he'd ever met.

While Russell sat on the musk drunk orc's face, letting him fulfill his need for the human's addictive scent, Durz introduced his father formally. The warchief's name was Ruriguz, and Russell immediately shortened his name to Ruri. It was a cute nickname for such a pleasantly subservient guy.

When, with Hugh's help, Russell pried the orc from his deep tonguing, the man licked his lips, and Russell wondered what sort of monster he'd awoken as sharp blue eyes stared at his crotch. He snapped his fingers, drawing the man's musk drunk stare up to look at him rather than his endowment. "Now, I believe you mentioned you'd do anything I asked of you? I'd like you to call your people back from Mimid's borders."

Ruri shook his head to clear his senses. "Uh... Yeah. I can do that. I'm sure we can find another food source before winter arrives." At Russell's questioning look, he explained, shifting uncomfortably and licking his lips. "We raid settlements and claim land to feed our people. This land of ours isn't particularly suited to farming, and we've long since hunted everything in the area out of existence. We enjoy fighting but make no mistake, most of what we do is out of necessity." He wormed his way back under Russell, and as Russell felt his tongue lapping at his balls once again, he knew that he wouldn't be able to talk to the man again until his lust faded.

Surrendering to the sloppily licking warchief's worshipful tongue, he allowed his modest cock to sink past the man's lips. Each thrust of his hips forced the orc's nose into his pubes, and the warchief's eyes practically rolled back in his head, his nostrils flaring to take in greedy pulls of cock musk. Russell's eyes drifted closed, and his thoughts wandered to Mimid's situation. They needed soldiers to reclaim their land and protect them from encroaching countries and willing volunteers to upgrade their poor infrastructure. Perhaps the orcs could fulfill both roles? Their fearsome nature would surely provide a deterrent to Mimid's enemies, and Durz's hard work was proof of their work ethic.

His orgasm painted the chieftain's face, and Ruri joined him shortly, his cock fountaining thick cream without ever receiving a stroke. Perverse and needy, he rubbed the human's seed into his silvery beard, licking the excess from his fingers. Hungry eyes practically begged for more, but he respected Russell's hand on his head, holding him back from that oversensitive human cock. The family resemblance was starting to become far more pronounced. Loving cock seemed to be in Durz's genes.

Russell's musk must be growing stronger. It would explain the inexhaustibly needy nature of most of his interactions, alongside the easy trust he instilled in most male monsters. He wouldn't dream of complaining about his erotic gift. Easily seducing monster men was one of the biggest perks of his life.

The chieftain returned to himself shortly after being deprived of Russell's addictive scent, and as he rose to his feet, he cleared his throat, an embarrassed expression written across his face. He looked to Durz, and a flush colored his cheeks as his slutty offspring gave him a wink. Sitting in his place back on his throne, Ruri tried his best to appear regal but failed miserably due to his drooling half-hard dick. "Is there anything else I might help you with?" His shaky voice implied that he wished Russell would demand more service.

Russell retrieved his clothes, to all the gathered men's disdain. "Yes, there is one more thing. You mentioned your people needed food for the winter. I think I have a solution." Russell explained Mimid's labor shortage and their recent policy change towards monsters. As he moved on to their besieged state, Ruri's eyes twinkled with the promise of fighting. It seemed that his intuition was correct. Their alliance was a match made in heaven.

"Your idea has promise..." The chieftain trailed off, lost in thought with his palm supporting his chin. "Alright. I will come with you to meet this king. Allow me a few moments to send messengers to my war parties, and I will join you." He stood and excused himself, leaving Russell and his friends alone.

As they found their way out of the chieftain's chambers and started through the halls to the entrance, Russell slapped Durz's ass for his deceit. "Chased from your village by angry women, huh? When were you going to tell me that you're orcish royalty?" Silly buttslut that he knew the orc was, Russell wasn't angry with him. Still, this information seemed a bit important, and he was mildly annoyed that the orc withheld it.

"It wasn't all a lie. The women were angry with me. Dad asked me to stop having fun with the soldiers at their behest, but I didn't listen. They ran me out of town and demanded I not come back until I was willing to follow their demands." The orc stuck his tongue out at his human companion. Of course. How could Russell think the truth was anything less. Asking Durz to stop taking cock would be like asking the sun not to rise. If he hadn't wandered into Lope's forest, Russell was sure he would have ingratiated himself with some other monster tribe and monopolized all of their men.

Lope nuzzled into Russell's neck, and he became aware of a soft, rubbing hand on his crotch. "Mate fuck good. Do Lope next?" A cheeky grin cracked the werewolf's face, and the blanket wrapped around his shoulders did nothing to hide the tent in the front of his loincloth. Russell had a feeling that the next leg of his journey would be far more exhausting with the four demanding men in tow. His cock twitched. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Thankfully Hugh's newfound anal obsession drew Ruri's attention from Russell, and the chieftain spent the first night exploring the minotaur's welcoming ass with his massive cock. According to Durz, his father was one hundred percent straight until the day before, but Russell's scent seemed to have broken the levy and allowed his latent bisexuality to surface with a vengeance. Jiggling and covered with silky grey hair between its expansive cheeks, his posterior bounced with every thrust into Hugh's ass. The minotaur's shaky, clinging legs showed that the chieftain had experience with his endowment, and their mouths mashed against each other in wild passion.

A playful growl shook Russell from his voyeuristic viewing, and he turned his head to see Lope's ass on display, tail lifted. That soft pink hole called to him, and he felt a surge of drool. "Lope jealous. Give dick too." The wolfman's puppy dog eyes allowed no argument, and Russell knew better than to deny the werewolf what he desperately needed.

His penetration was slow, methodical, and affectionate, a far cry from the frenzied rutting just feet away. Russell's hand reached out, scratching behind Lope's ears, and he felt the soft hole relax around him further, the wolfman's chest rumbling with pleasure. That perfect butt gripped Russell's cock like a silken glove, and as he began to slowly grind his drooling tip against the wolf's pleasure button, he felt gentle, rolling clenches massage his length, begging him for more.

Across the fire, a stimulating sight was unfolding. Ruri's bouncing, sweaty ass had attracted Durz's attention. Surrounded as he was by pure pheromones and manly musk, his inhibitions dropped, and he buried his face in his father's rutting ass. Russell gasped softly at the taboo before him, but he couldn't deny the surge in his rigid cock. Durz's greedy mouth pressed hard against his father's ass, and Russell could hear the older orc's moans deepen, his balls drawing up. He knew Durz's oral prowess from experience, and Russell's hole clenched sympathetically.

Ruri's orgasm ripped through him, and he ground back against the tusked face behind him with each sloppy pulse of his spurting cock, his eyes half-closed. His eyes remained closed until his cock slipped from Hugh's gaped, drooling donut. Durz's tusk grazed his shaft while the younger orc's tongue slid along his sloppy shaft's underside, alerting the cum-drunk man to the identity of his mystery servicer. His eyes shot open, and his lusty expression turned to confusion, but Durz's tongue made him shake with desire, and before long, his flagging erection had regained its full size.

"I'm your- You're my- Fuck, this is wrong." The lusty orc chieftain tried to protest, but soft green lips coated in his seed slid from his cock to meet his own, and complaints died in his mouth. They shared a seed-filled kiss, rolling their tongues over each other in a lewd, affectionate embrace, sweat glistening on their green skin. "Fuck, son. I see why half the village would rather shoot down your throat than in their wives' pussies." His lips hungrily mashed against Durz's, and their grinding took on a feverish pace. All of Ruri's hesitance disappeared under Durz's insistent, desperate need for cock.

The rutting orcs groaned in unison, and their sandwiched cocks erupted, covering most of their glistening bodies in a thick, syrupy coating. As Durz slid down to his father's chest to lick up their combined spend, Russell could feel his balls boil, and his climax bubbled over. The sight of Durz tugging his father's piercing with insistent teeth was so stimulating that he couldn't hold back.

Lope's desperately clenching entrance caught every drop of Russell's seed, greedily milking his throbbing shaft for every thick rope, his dangling cock spilling over with the intense sensation wracking his back passage. Like Russell, he intently scrutinized the orcs' erotic display, and his softly wagging tail signaled his approval.

The five men slept in a loose pile. Flaccid cocks, and sticky asses pressed against each other indiscriminately, and the mixture of masculine musk would knock out the unprepared. Even early winter's chill couldn't penetrate the sweaty mass of bodies, with the three bulkiest men's bodies acting as steaming space heaters. Russell luxuriated in the middle of the small pile, sandwiched between Durz's slick chest and Lope's loving embrace. He felt like a king.