No one will Hear you

[Sacrahlicous]

Spring was her favorite time of year. Things coming alive refreshed and rejuvenated after the long dead winter. The grass of the field she over looked were lush, still covered with freshly fallen rain from the night. Making the grass glisten like a sea of emeralds. The sun was warm on her skin, the wind gentle and soothing, like the breath of a lover across the skin. The feeling drew a small delighted shudder through her most feminine frame, a soft sigh falling from her lips. She up turned her face into the breeze eyes closed. The sound of happily singing birds caught her attention as she opened her eyes. Watching them dance gleefully through the breeze.

Harle looked out to the valley below, her eyes a soft green almost like the pristine emerald grass below in color searched for sighs of movement. Surely the beast was out there, rumors had it that he was monstrous, followed by his even larger companion. She chewed in wonder as she searched. Maybe they were out, terrorizing one of the small villages that lay, encased by the mountains due east. Crouching, the dark yet revealing outfit clung to ever curve, it was made for flexibility, and agility. Her pale ample breast nearly on the verge of popping the few remaining buttons of her top.

Harle brush a strand of snow white hair which had parts of black mixed into it, behind one dainty pointed elven ear. Her hair was startling white, and blended against with the pale smoothness of her skin. She was known as a Snow elf, rare race that normally kept to themselves in the high mountains. But wasn’t like most of her kind, where they hid from the light of day.

She jumped down from the small cliff to the soft grass below, stilling momentarily as she braced against the wall of the cliff. Her eyes giving another sweep over the valley to the large ruins that this so called beast was known to take residence. Before she took off in the direction where some trees where. There was little coverage, just few clusters of trees or a small lake or two.

Harle paused again her eyes searching, waiting. Where was he or should she say where are they? It se her nerves on end, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. She was worried. How could things so large hide so well? Slowly she crept closer to the ruins, no sound coming from her steps that were now on the dirty cobblestone of what she believes a side entrance of the ruins. Swallowing seemed heard then. The sound of loud intakes and release of breathes came to her ears. Her heart lodged in her throat she work to swallow it down back in its rightful place. So the monster was hidden within the rumble of the ruins that were the size of a village. She braced herself against the wall and slowly made her way further into the entrance.

There was a clearing if one could call it that, rubble and debris scattered what would have once been a courtyard, possible a town square. Her eyes taking in the surroundings but still she didn’t seem him. Harle took on step forward, her heel of one shoe catching a small rock which rolled into a draining duct of one of the building. Giving a loud clattering sound.

 

[Pygalgic]

Though it might seem counterintuitive at first, most dragons enjoy burrowing. Especially in areas of uneven terrain. When Uroc first bonded with Traeson the orc was surprised to find that the dragon was alarmingly adept at creating little bolt holes in the ground where it was hard to be snuck up on unawares. It gave the large creature the opportunity to fly into the air or bath unwary interlopers in black flecked flame. For his part, Uroc felt a certain kinship with that strategy. Orcs of his tribe were often the same way.

While Traeson hid his dark bulk in a hole that had undermined the foundations of a wall, there was only one entrance to what remained of the hewn stone building. One wall a fair thirteen feet, another eight and the third fifteen. All crumbling. All of which Uroc had pasted sharp edges pieces of broken crockery to the top of, then smeared with dirt and loosely covered with debris to hide. Dragons had a nose for blood. Part of their reptilian heritage.

Uroc had finished cracking the bones of an ewe Traeson had carried away in his own domicile. He had colonized a tower some forty feet high. Notably, he had colonized the top floor of the round tower. Leaning ever so slightly to the side and with a few holes that looked irregular going around the side, it was quite comfortable. Easy to escape from, rather warm with the furs he had strewn about the walls and floor for insulation. Not to mention it provided a grand view of the area for three hundred and sixty degrees, which had warned him to the approach of an alabaster person.

The beastly orc dragged his collapsing looking glass from a half burned burea he had pilfered from the ruins. It was an interesting contraption. When he brought it up to his eye things looked nearer. After blinking through the thing he grunted, put it away, and degressed to the bottom of the tower before scrambling up to the top of a building with simian agility. Opponents tended to underestimate what his strong arms and legs allowed him to do, the speed with which he moved, the quietness he was able to attain on elephantine feet. By the time he had gotten into a roof near to the area she was coming from, Uroc had lost sight of his prey.

He hunkered his brown, bestial body near to the roof he was on and waited. It was only a matter of time. He had a net slung across his back and a club in one hand. He needed to take this intruder alive--to find out if this odd little elf was a spy, a scout or what. An assassin. He was clad in buckskin trousers large enough for his body and naught else. His feet lacked the need for boots, it was not particularly cold or wet so he did not need rain and the stiff, bristly hair atop his head did well enough to keep his head warm.

At the sound of the clunk of shale hitting the building he was literally standing atop. Oruc crept over and looked down. She was beautiful. Looked pure. Definitely a Snow Elf. He had never had one of those to play with. Perhaps not particularly clever, making a b-line for one of the town squares. Either way, he shrugged, and stepped off the roof while tossing the net onto his prey. "Stay!" He ordered as his feet hit the ground, smashing rock.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle had a feeling that she was being watched, from where she didn't know, but she knew eyes were on her. The loose cobble stone rubble that she had kicked had made her stiffen, giving a small quiet gasp that one would hardly hear. Pressing her leather clad body once more against the hard stone wall. Her top was tight, and form fitting, V-ing deeply at the neck line revealing the pale cleavage of her breast that rose and fell with each quick intake of breathe. Her heart pattering wildly in her chest.

After few agonizing minutes she pressed forward, sliding her small lithe body tight against the wall, like an inanimate lover. Pausing again as she peered around a corner. Seeing that no one was around, at least not from what she saw. Inhaling she brought herself to the Centro of the square, her green eyes taking in a large fountain that still released a flow of water. Sure it was a struggled flow as the years of unkempt maintenance.

It wasn't long till her watcher cast his net over her. Locking in its tangled web. The net was heavy to her surprise. making her drop to her knees as she fought to get the massive web from her body. But as the Orc demanded her to be still she did so. Her eyes wide as she panted heavily, fear chilling her body at the deep voice of his, a voice masculine, a voice belonging to something much larger then she. And she wasn't risking anything just yet until she was able to see her captor.

 

[Pygalgic]

That worked surprisingly well. Better than Oruc had thought it would. Not the net, he had assumed the net would work given the intruder's lack of available blades and its own heft, but the way she responded to his command. Yes, definitely a she, no doubt about that and the way she was dressed... Either a very minimalistic view to basic protection or some sort of erstwhile offering from one of the nomadic tribes Traeson occasionally nibbled? Where would they get a Snow Elf?

The orc idly rubbed his flat chin, his thick black nails scratching against his thick hide as he moved forward. With an adept flick of the wrist and a heave of his muscles he managed to roll the elf tighter into the net. It had taken a lot of practice to do it so nonchalantly, but the weight of the net helped, as well as the blunt hooks at its edges that allowed it to catch onto itself. Without ceremony or word the orc plunged her into the surprisingly cold water of the fountain, holding her beneath the surface for about the span of ten breathes before bringing her back up.

"Why are you here?" He growled. There was a sound like a lion's roar and a snake's hiss bundled up into one from not far away. That would be Traeson echoing Oruc's displeasure. The orc's black eyes lingered down Harle's body, making him shift within his buckskin trousers to get more comfortable as his forearm thick member seemed to all but squirm from within his pants. It had been the way she froze, the smell of her fear, her rather impressive bosom, his ice pale skin, her curves. Her exoticism.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle gave a failed struggle. trying to pull the heavy rope from her small light body. She could hear the heavy footfalls as the orc approached her, before she saw the massive beast of a man. Her eyes grew wide, her hear stilling in her chest, those pointed ears of hers tilting slightly. She hadn't expected the orc to be of this size. Most are lumbering oafs, but skilled warriors. He was obviously no oaf, but a chiseled creature finely toned with muscles along that towering height of his. He if anger could easily snap her like a twig. Which she could only pray to the sky god wouldn't.

Her white and black hair was tangled around her, and the net as he flicked her even more so within. tightening the ropes around her. Drawing out a small startle, mixed with pain cry. Her heart seemed to race quicker within her chest. Her eyes were large and wide as they met his dark optics. Sinking into them as fear of the unknown ate at her .What was he going to do with her. She doubted he'd let her go.

The rope dug into her pale flesh as she stared wide eyed at him. Where the rope bit into her flesh began to grow into a pale shade of pink, but slowly with each movement he made with the nett grew more red. Her jaw locked as she tightened her teeth together as he hoisted her closer to the fountain before without warning shoved her under the cold water. Making her whole body buck and squirm in desperate attempt to pull out of the water. But the net held her fast and tightly.

Gasping, he pulled her out. Her breath ragged as those pale strands stuck to her pale pinking face. Panting heavily force the net around her chest tight as she blinked rapidly up at him. His voice sending cold daggers through out her. What had she wanted, or why had she been there. That was what he wanted to know. Swallowing, she tried to talk. Her teeth clattering as a chill ran through her. " I was scent to stop you from terrorizing the villages"She stammered noisily as she watched his eyes absorbed her figure without care that she saw.

 

[Pygalgic]

Oruc gave a snort. Terrorizing. They had not the faintest inkling of what would occur should he attempt to terrorize them. Fah! Weaklings. He had yet to unleash Traeson among the villages. Oh, here and there he let the flying lizard have a little fun. Burn this or that hut, drop a cow onto a long house from a few hundred feet up. Nothing really serious. Just enough to remind them that Oruc's tribute was his due and the kind of havoc he could wreak if he ever ended up displeased. Now he might have to raze one to prove a point.

The orc reached down and dipped the elf beneath the cold water again, this time for slightly longer. He enjoyed her chill thrashing. It seemed that her kind were called Snow Elves for purely aesthetic reasons. Disappointing. "Who sent you?" Without waiting for a response he dunked her back beneath the surface of the water. It was important to manage the power dynamic in these kinds of relationships early. A good threat of drowning generally did the trick.

Traeson sounded again and Oruc looked up, hearing the slithering rustle that was his companion's due. When Oruc and the dragon had first settled here the orc had been surprised at how quietly Traeson moved over the ground. He sounded much smaller than he actually was. The creature's head swiveled on its long neck around a corner to watch Oruc with rolling eyes. Eyes that glinted and morphed colors like fire. Burning eyes. Consuming eyes. Mad eyes.

For some reason Harle's struggling seemed to cease. The beast cursed. He had forgotten about the pale woman trapped within his net. He dragged her out of the pool, hoping she had not expired. A shake should sort her out. He included a casual backhanded slap to catch her attention. "Which village sent you? When did they send you? What is your name?" This time only her head was out of the water, the rest of her body, caught within the net, was languishing within the old pool.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle opened her mouth to speak, but in turn got a mouth full of water. She wasn't as used to the cold change, she spend most of her time outside of the mountains, thus she grew accustomed to a warmer temperature. She gasped as he brought her out of the water once more. Her eyes prying open as she then grew accustomed to the cold. Her breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling quickly with each intake of breath. It surprised her that he wanted her name. She pondered for a split second. It wouldn't hurt no one if he new her name and with that finally thought for the moment she gave her name to him.

"I am called Harle, as to who sent me I am afraid I can't tell you." Harle said, her voice holding a elegant purr, of an accent, through heavy breathing as she gazed up at the big orc. "Reason being is cause I do not know whom or what village it was from for I heard it within road side tavern. They spoke of a brute terrorizing the surrounding villages around these ruins."She hoped he'd take that. for it was the truth whether he want to believe her or not.

Her pale skin even when soaked in the cold fountain water didn't break out in goosebumps like many people would have. It was in her blood to accept the colder climates. "Now if you can release me I will leave"she said giving him a small scowl, before giving a small squirm.The squirm turned more to a struggle. Her slender body twisting in his and the nets grasps. Arching her back, twisting her hips, and trying to push the net from her body.She had yet seen the dragon, though she had heard it. But it wasn't till she squirm had she notice the dragon watching the two of them. The even larger beast making her body go tense, rigid as she watch the dragon for the briefest of moments

 

[Pygalgic]

That would not do at all. Random passersby deciding themselves adventurers? Traeson threw his primal, scaled head back and trumpeted Oruc's displeasure to the sky before turning around, long tail slamming into a free standing wall and making it shudder before moving with a lithe grace back around the corner and towards its bolthole. At that the bestial orc turned his attention back to his squirming, bucking captive and her inane request for freedom. That would not be in the cards for her today.

Oruc snorted at the ridiculousness of her final assertion. "I may release you, elf, but you will not leave until I say so." He let his eye fall on her, noting the red diamonds on her flesh from the net, the way her cheeks had a certain rosiness, the green of her eyes. One of his blunt fingers ran over the valley between her full breasts, noting the lack of goose bumps. Of course she had gone rigid from seeing Traeson but Oruc's eye caught a nipple that had slipped out of her odd, black covering. She was basically naked before him in her garb, wearing all but nothing. Maybe she was somewhat inured to the cold after all.

He was surprised at the pinkness of her nipple against the white of her skin. It made him somewhat more aroused, his member outlining itself down the loose legs of his buckskin trousers, longer and thicker than even Harle's forearm. She would definitely be interesting, fun. It looked like she had piqued Traeson's interest as well. "You have come into my territory, notably to try and drive me out or assassinate me for a group of people allegedly not your own. No. For that, you owe me."

To pacify her somewhat he dunked her beneath the water of the pool again. It was also rather interesting to watch her squirm beneath the water, to watch the expression on her face as she fought not to breath. To hold her air in. Once she appeared on the verge of passing out her took her out of the water and slung her over his shoulder. She was incredibly light for the large creature so Oruc made good time getting to the tower, and then ascending the staircase with bounding jumps, clearing three or four stairs at a time on the way up.

He pushed the heavy, heavy oak door open into his lair, pushed the furred curtain aside and set the netted elf roughly down on a pile of furs. All around them were scavenged chairs and desks, some opulants and others not, some stacked with books, maps, others with treasures and sculptures. When he first came to the area the first thing he demanded in tribute were scrolls and books. Knowledge. The next thing he had demanded was its art and beauty; the walls were covered with tapestries and paintings tacked onto the furs. Now he was demanding resources.

"What was the inn called?" He asked casually as he dragged Harle across the floor to the fire place. He set her down a few feet from it as he tended the fire, casually removed his buck skin trousers once he had gotten the flame going. The orc sat down across from her open legged, revealing his prodigious member, apparently content to let her struggle with the bindings of the net. Sure, given sufficient time she could get out.

But what would be the point? What could Harle do to Oruc?

 

[Sacrahlicous]

RE: No one will Hear you

At the beasts sound of displeasure made her eyes narrow and shoot to the creature who moved, fear made her body tremble, her small frame shuddering with it as she watched as the dragon turned away to where it once came. Her green eyes moved back to the orc who was still there with her. It was quite clear that he hadn't planned on heeding her request in release. The look in his eyes spoke it all, plus some as they swept along her body. There was a look on his face she had seen before. How a man wants something, pleasure from a whore, or partner. Neither in which she herself had experienced.

May? The simple word didn't hold any promise, she knew his kind, though didn't mean there couldn't be a first, or she could escape. Either are a slim chance, especially after seeing that dragon. Swallowing dryly she gazed at the orc, noting how he gazed along her body, but she didn't know at yet the reaction she had on him. Harle tightened her jaw as she felt the course calloused finger of his. the size of two of her own. Tensing, and giving a sudden small jerk trying to to get his fingers away from the ore sensitive areas on her flesh.

The net was tight, her struggles where in vain, but in lieu of it her top had been torn ad slight shoved open. revealing her snowy globes to him. Hissing softly she meant it as a warning seconds before he once more dunked her beneath the water of the fountain. Holding her breath she squirmed desperately trying to break through the water enough for a gasping breath. Slowly she became faint, and as he pulled her free from the water and slug her over his shoulder, she with drew air.

he in ways was right, she had come into his land. Come to his home. to kill him and what had she expected. For tormenting the local surround villages. Was one just suppose to sit around and wait? Well she guessed now she should have. But she owed him nothing. For at the moment she hadn't hurt him.

She was passive all the way up the winding stairs. even till they reached the large heavy oak doors that was most heavily placed. she would be lucky if she could even open it. As the door slammed shut and she tossed upon the furs she paid no attention to the orc who stripped and had tended to the fire. She focused on freeing herself. and as he turned to her she was freed and pressed tightly against one one, her eyes avoiding him as she took in the tapestry, the paintings the treasures in which adorn the room.

Harle clutched her top tightly shut, and it was only when he spoke had she turned to look at him finding him stark nude, and obviously aroused if not in the beginnings of. At the sight of his might shaft between his thighs made her eyes grow impossibly wide. She prayed he hadn't hoped to use that thing on her. She had seen nude men, but they didn't even compare to this. not even close.

If a heart could race fast, faster then racing horse and have yet to cause heart failure, it was as fast as hers was then. She hadn't realized that she had been shaking her head back and forth. If he thought he was going to try, she was going to fight him every step of the way.

To his question, which she nearly missed made her force her eyes away from his member. "The Black Riverarah"She stammered, her arms wrapping around her knees which she drew tightly to her chest.

 

[Pygalgic]

She was afraid of him. How sweet. The orc chuckled when she saw the snow elf huddled in on herself, trying to hide her soft globes from his attention, her tattered covering barely capable of fulfilling its function. Though she was dressed rather scantily to begin with. It seemed only the strategic placement of cloth hid her sex, to begin with, and the top she wore seemed more to draw its aesthete from breastplate and pauldrons rather than its function. What was the point of covering that left almost everything from midthigh to chest exposed? Even now her high boots were sopping rags, as were the coverings on her arms. Oruc failed to see the utility in anything beyond the supple, strong buckskin he wore.

Oruc stood up and loped to the small, cold, bedraggled woman who had attempted to kill him in his own home. He would remember Black Riverarah. He would burn it to the ground. His thick member waved between his powerful thighs, his body releasing a subtle, bestial musk. One that permeated the room he had come to call his own. The beast reached down to the little woman huddled by herself and grabbed her wrists easily in one meaty hand and dragged her across the floor to the spot in front of the fire where he had originally left her so that she could warm herself.

"If you are going to feel better, you must be warm and dry," he explained as he held her down. His huge hands tore her tattered top off her body. Removed her sopping boots. Ripped her arm coverings from her arms. All to reveal the lush, firm body that lay beneath all that covering. He did, however, leave Harle her panties, all the good that would do her. "You be thirsty. I have just the drink for you."

Knowing she was likely to afraid to attempt to do him any harm, the orc took his massive member in one hand and held it up, using the other to grab her head and bring her mouth to the tip of his cock. "Suckle, and you shall drink."

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle watched as the massive orc approached her. Her eyes going wide as she made a move to scamper away from him,to keep out of his grasp. But failed. His strides were much larger then hers. Carrying him quickly to where she had been. She felt his large hand take hold if her, making her cry out . Squirming in his hold. The scent of the from made her face twist in displeasure. The smell to her reeked, smelt bad to her. Her fingers clawed at his hand that held her as her feet kicked out against the ground trying to stop from being ragged. A small hiss escaping her.

"Sop it leave me alone."she growled as he then dropped her onto the dampened warm fur from where she had been originally.

Panting heavily she took in the warmth of the fire. Her hands clutching the furs beneath her as she glared up at him. Gritting her teeth she pushed at his invading hands as they stripped her till all that covered her was the small thin fabric of her G-strong. "Unhand me you brute"she demanded instinctively pulling the furs from the ground and pulling them to cover her nude form. Her cheeks a shade of pale pink hue. Her eyes went to tat bobbing erect member tat swung like a club as he moved. Thirsty? " no I am fine"she said with a small shake of her head.

He Force her head to his member, making her sneer in disgust at what it was he had meant. Her head rolling to one side as he pressed it forward, meaning for her lips but instead got her cheek the head so hard and massive it nearly covered her entire cheek.

"Gods, Please no, remove that monstrosity."She begged staring up at him with wide green eyes, winch shifted to the corner of her eyes. Fear so evident within them, even the tense of her body, and the small tremors that coursed through her was more then proof that she was scare. She placed her hands on his thick thighs. Pushing against them in attempts to get away from his shaft. Her nos turning up as the smell nearly gaged her.

 

[Pygalgic]

The orc snorted in reaction to Harle's trembling disgust, though the fear that made her tremble and underlied her actions made it all the more imperative that she knuckle down under his command. The way her torso arced as she tried to get away drew his eye to her pendulous breasts, hanging, her nipples lightly brushing against the length of his monstrously thick shaft. In the flint of the firelight he noted that his cock had left a slim trail of gleaming stickiness across her smooth cheek where it had brushed.

In return for her defiance Oruc pulled her head in towards him, past the resistance of her arms on his muscular thighs until her mouth and nose were being forcibly rubbed up and down in the sensitive spot beneath his glans. He looked down to where the furs had puddled around her legs, revealing her long legs and the black g string lending a stark contrast to her pale skin. "You will drink from my shaft." He ascertained, pushing his cock down so that it rubbed against her lips, his precum slowly beading and spreading across her face.

It was with his fist tangled up in her hair, pressing her face up and down against his cock, that something occurred to him. There was another angle to broach this little humiliation from. He shifted his legs so that they were angled out in a V and bodily dragged her closer, letting go of her head to grasp one of her shoulders and his own cock to put his hand around one of her thighs. Oruc moved Harle, sliding her forward, so that her crotch was pressed against the base of his cock and her hips over his, straddling him.

"However, if you wish," there was a hiss to the word reminiscent of Traeson, "you may instead your udders." His cock was all but nestled between her breasts having grown and hardened in their little struggle. It seemed this way, were Oruc to tit fuck her, it would be a better segue into asserting his primacy over her. "Press your udders together against my cock and move up and down," he commanded, knowing that in that motion Harle would end up grinding her sex against his shaft.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

A whimper escaped her as she fought against the brute of an orc. His member so thick, warm and hard that she knew even if she had tried there was no way she would be able to take him in without some serious damage done to her jaw. No matter how much he wanted her to do it. It just wasn't going to fit within. Another tremble racked through her body as he held her firmly in grasp. Maneuvering her body and his shaft to torment her. Her face being pressed against those massive balls that swung heavily with each movement. Her hands pushed against his thighs, her nail biting at the tough leathery skin of his. Drawing back up she sucked up as much air as she possible could through her nose as he rubbed the head of his shaft against her lips. Smearing his precum over the them. Even against her will she could taste the saltiness of it.

Struggling as he adjusted her, she knew it was hopeless but part of her wasn't about to just simply give into him. At least at this part where she had the freedom to move. She gasped and whimpered as he forced her to straddle him. Her small sex pressing warmly against the shafts thick base. the feeling made her eyes grow wide, and a deep shaky exhale from her, as his mighty shaft throbbed up along her stomach and force her breasts to spread around them. Till he was nestled between them. Biting her lower lip she fought the slow betrayal of her body, which started to give off a heated wetness against him.

Harle could of sworn that she had hear the dragon. Was it possible for him to bee up here? Somehow with all there struggles had she not notice. But as he spoke she looked to the glistening head of his shaft. and grudgingly she pressed her breasts tighter around him. Her eyes closed as more tears begin to trail down her pale cheek. Mixing with the precum that was smeared along her cheeks. She released a shaky sigh and moved, but with each motion , every down ward thrusts and upward she felt something she had never experienced before. Not even by her own hand. The base of his shaft rubbed against the small bead of nerves that was hidden beneath the black fabric. Making her shudder and gasp as her body further betrayed her Her could feel her tighten against him.Sighing she leaned down, gently casting her tongue along the head of him. Tasting that bitter saltiness. She was hoping that the sooner he released, the sooner he would leave her alone.

Harle gave small little licks along the giant head as she worked her breasts up and down much of his length. Her breath warm against the head of him as she stopped. Her body shuddering above him in in one would think a mixture of things. Fear was the main core, lace with the pleasurable feeling that her body was fighting against.

 

[Pygalgic]

Satisfied at the teery snow elf buckling down to his requests, Oruc leaned back until he was resting on his elbows. He watched the smaller woman press her oversized tits around his massive cock and bring them up and down, the feeling of her soft skin enveloping his hard cock and spurring on his excitement. The feeling of his heat as his testicles drew up against him, the wetness of her own crotch leaking through Harle's g-string and rubbing against the base of his thick shaft.

Oruc was surprised when, without any prompting, she leaned her head down and began to lack at his thick head. Seeing her mouth so close to his member he realized that she would barely have been able to fit a third of his member's spongy apex into her mouth. That, in of itself was exciting. His thick, gleaming precum soon started to gain the thick yellow color that was the precursor to an orc's jism. As her hot breath played against the sensitive flesh of his cock he began to buck his hips up off the ground and down again, rubbing against her lithe body where it was wrapped around him, pushing against her breasts and butting into her mouth.

He leaned down and reached forward, his huge hands enveloping her breasts and pressing them against the side of his cock as he took control, using her body as a tool for his own pleasure. At the same time he arched his back from shoulder blades to feet, grinding into crotch with his shaft. "Put your mouth on my cock and suck, Harle. Use your little tongue on my head." His thick, scratchy, bestial panting began, mirroring a soft, hissing bellowing that seemed to leek into the tower from somewhere outside.

It was Traeson. He was experiencing the echo of Oruc's experience, one of the side effects of their bond.

His brown skin rubbed against her pale skin, against that white underlied with pink, his breathing, panting almost whistling through his sharp, rending carnivore's teeth. It was then, his fingers pressed against her nipples, Harle's tits around his cock, her crotch wetting his own that he finally came. His massive shaft shuddered as rope after rope of thick yellow cum smeared across her face, hosed into her mouth, spurted across her eyes and onto her pale hair. The orc growled and pushed her to the side, his yellow cum flowing from his member and across her chest, spurting along her voluptuous tits.

"Your udders look better drenched in my jism," he remarked idly, member slowly going flaccid.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Despite everything, Harle began to notice small changes of her body that she had not experienced before. Tingling grew between her thighs as her sex moisten at the constant rubbing along his heated pulsing shaft. Inwardly she cursed to herself as her body began to betray her. even as she squeezed her breasts against his cock she rubbed and ground into him. Drawing out few low whimpers from her. God how she hated herself for giving in, hated how her body began to enjoy this force as everything within her despised it.

Her face twisted in disgust as she tasted the bitter saltiness of his pre essences. Each lick made her fight not to gag. Her tongue stroked the fat head of his shaft. A few times she attempted t wrap her lips around the entire head of him. Her mouth stretching to the brink, barely able to force the head of his shaft into her mouth, suckling softly as her tongue stroked and dance against the sensitive head of his shaft.

Crying out as his hands took hold of her soft pale globes, squeezing them with more strength the she had within her body. Gritting her teeth she stared at him through a blur of tears. Her breathing coming out in quick raspy breaths. Whimpering softly she leaned back over drawing what of the head of him into her mouth. suckling softly, followed with small likes and whimpers as he worked her breasts along his shaft, forcing his hips up to meet up with the thrusts.

Her breathing was raspy, and quick in its pants, drawing in as much air as she could as she suckled and his hips bucked up against her mouth. And as he pinched her nipples she tore off the head of him with a cry, timing it well so that she did not choke on the mass amount of his see, that coated her body in thick tainted ropes. Making her gag softly and cringed as if the stuff burned her.

Panting heavily she crawl off him, ignoring his words as she crawled with gently rise of her hips, and sway of her bottom. Getting as far as she could from him before clearing the seed from her eyes so that she could open them and look over at the disgusting brute. A look on her face that told him she was not one bit pleased with what just transpired.

 

[Pygalgic]

If nothing else, Harle's glared resembled the ire of a drenched cat to Oruc. It held a similar significance in his pantheon of personal priorities: irrelevent. However, even through the haze of his post orgasm glow, the orc saw a banner opportunity in which to further cement the dynamic of their relationship. His eyes momentarily whirled polychromatic before returning to their normal darkness as he got up and stroad across the tower's diameter to her. Foolish elf had backed herself up against the wall.

Surprising elf for her foolishness, he supposed, glancing down at her naked form wet with his come. She had whimpered with pleasure as she worked his cock, as he had supposed she would, though her body seemed to continue its traitorous route when he took control. It was only when she had crawled away that the orc noticed the most telling sign of her enjoyment of their recreation: the wet circle on her g-string. That itself had come on the heels of a second consideration that had only occurred to Oruc when he saw Harle's inability to fit more than a third of his head into her mouth.

"Open your mouth," he ordered and without waiting to see if the snow elf complied pinched her nostrils shut. His finger dragged a large dollop of his jism from where it had dripped down to her belly and shoved it between her lips. His hand was soon shovelling his tainted come from across her face and chest and into the captive's mouth. "Drink up. You were thirsty, after all."

When it was perhaps half gone the orc released Harle, "You can finish drinking my come from your body or... Well, I could always add to it." There was a smile that brooked no humor, telling that it was as much promise as threat.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

She doubt he would understand how with the back to the wall she felt somewhat at ease. At least nothing else could sneak up on her. Her eyes watched as he stared at her. her cum coated breasts heaved with each heavy breaths, giving small trembles with each exhale and in hale. Her slender hands bushed away her gray black hair, trying to keep it out of the mess that was growing cold upon her body. Slowly drying on her skin.

Harle hated how he body betrayed her. Growing slick with the wetness of her arousal. Her body still quivered, the pleasure still there fresh within her mind, making her body grow tighter beneath his gaze. Her brows furrowed as she glared at him. Hate trying to force the small traces of need from her eyes. the thin fabric of her G-string clung wetly to her, her thighs glistened as well, but still she stood there defying it. Fighting it. She wouldn't give into the feeling that had flowed so new through her.

Harle shook her head to his demand, she wouldn't so willingly and even when she shook her head he was still gonna make her mouth stretch open. Cutting the air flow she held her breath. held it for all she could before her mouth flew open and a gasp escaped her as she in haled a mouth full of air. Her eye squeezed momentarily shut before growing wide as she felt his fingers along her stomach, hen shoving his seed within her mouth. Her face contorting to disgust. The bitter saltiness attacking her taste buds.


"Please no, no more, i i dont want to do it"she stammered nervously despite the rage within her. How she wanted to freak out on him.

 

[Pygalgic]

The scent of Harle's fear mingled with her lust, that gleaming wetness of her thighs wafting with a particularly gratifying feminine scent, was enough to make Oruc momentarily reconsider. She sounded as though she was on the edge of nervous collapse and, much like a cat with a mouse, Oruc wanted to get more play out of her. However, there had to be a way to leverage her willful compliance between the brittleness of her spirit.

It occurred to the orc what that might be.

His blunt finger ran over the elf's fill, pale lips. "If I put a collar on you would you willing wear it? Were I to fill up a tub with warm water, would you bathe me?" These were rhetorical questions, but he was to an extent curious about her answers. About the way that lithe little body would move in warm water. He thought that she would take the respite of a warm bath to clean the quickly drying fluid off of her body, even if it meant cleaning him. It would also, in her mind, grant an opportunity to escape. Not that Oruc would be letting her go without a leash. There was always tomorrow's activities, after all.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Whether she wanted to or not was in her choice. Either way she'd be wearing this supposed collar he spoke of. She pondered over it for few moments all the while glaring up at him. the taste of his seed still lingered heavily on her tongue. Her eyes watched him, trying to keep still under his gaze, under his touch. "Whether I want to or not, Doesn't matter, does it."She said with a small hiss to her words. 'You'd make me wear it anyhow. I know that much."She added her heart still racing as she tried to stand up to him. She wondered then would he kill her if she annoyed him enough? or would he release her.


At the mention of a warm bathe she perked up, she desperately wanted to be cleaned up. His seed nearly completely dry by then. though most of it had been forced fed to her. Sighing softly as she heard the remain catch to this bath. It was either sit there with drying semen on her skin, or tolerate bathing with him and help clean him up as well. Her jaw tightened. the muscles seeming to flex beneath the pressure. "I suppose I would have no choice. I wish to be cleaned."She said softly

 

[Pygalgic]

That was that, it seemed. Oruc appreciated the fire that Harle displayed. There was an underlying character and intelligence, not to mention sheer bravado, that he appreciated. Without responding to the snow elf's bald assertion that her opinions did not matter or the fact of her consent, he went routing through the horde of treasure that surrounded them before he found what he was looking for.

It was a thing made of wrought silver with pearls as thick as the last knuckle of a pinkie finger embedded firmly within it. The orc stood silently behind Harle and closed it around her neck, fingers moving smoothly and strongly in a complicated catch. Chances were she would not be able to remove it by her self given the sheer strength involved. It appeared to fit all but perfectly, though considering the way the thing was engineered that was a given.

With that came a long leather braid which he affixed to the collar by way of leash. He reached around to her muscular stomach and laid one of his huge hands across it, "Behave yourself and you will be rewarded. Do not and, well, you will see what other amusements I could avail myself of."

With that he set off naked at a swift pace, pushing the huge oaken doors of his tower open and all but dragging the much smaller snow elf behind him. When they got to the bottom of the tower he took a series of turns and navigated her within the ruins he and Traeson had made their home. By the time they entered into a large house with a copper, claw footed tub there was already a heated bed of coals around the thing.

Next to it was a large wooden tub, wide enough for the two of them with a cake of soap on a small shelf arising from the top. The orc displayed his massive strength in the grunting force it took to raise the heated water and topple it over into the wooden tub. It must have weighed hundreds of pounds given how much water there was, not to mention the weight of the copper tub itself.

Steamed poured upwards out of the bath. Oruc climbed the small stairs and stepped into it, sitting down on a bench well beneath the water, which would come up somewhere mid torso for him and at Harle's water. "Come in. Wash my back." He glanced at the all but naked elf. "Remove your panties first, unless you want them sopping wet." There was an almost lewd gleam in his mad, black eyes at that.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

Harle stood still watching the or with weary eyes. In honesty she was exhausted. The orc to her was a puzzle, a mystery. Never knowing what he was going to do next. Her jaw was set as her eyes followed after him. A slender brow going up in an arch. What was he doing? She wondered as he sought for something. He then returned to her. His hulking frame once more towering her. Her eyes went to the thing in his hands. It was clear then what it was he had. A collar and a make shift leash. A soft blush painted her cheeks as s tensed up. Her odd hair fluttering about her like a dark cloud. She allowed him to attach the small device around her neck.

Fastening it she turned away only going so far before being stomped by the leash length. Being stubborn as she was she attempted another pull. Getting no where due to his firm grasp on the other end. Rewarded, how could he possibly reward her. She'd only guess it would be death or freedom. She rather the freedom of the two though. Even as he made a small warning threat she knew he'd mean it. "Amuse yer self"She spoke softly her hands on the collar. Tracing it.

When he began to make quick way where she presumed was to the bathing quarters, the tug on the collar made her gasp and stumble after him. tryng to keep up with him. But he held bigger strides. Covering more ground then she was able to. Struggling to keep from being dragged long behind him.

When they did reach the rough the poor elf was panting heavily, her body tremble as she had tripped multiple of times. Her eyes went to the heated water in its pot to the large tub. Her eyes then swept to him as he released the leash. going forward to dump the water int the large tub. She felt fear within her, growing cold as she watch the muscles in his naked frame twist and bend , moved with such strength and power. Knowing then that her life was being held within those massive hands.

Shaking her head at the though of his strength she listened to his words. She didn't want to be naked before him even more then she already was. But he had a point. Sighing "Very Well" She stripped the last article of clothing from her body. Revealing a smooth pale sex. t was a shade of soft pink not the more white of her skin. Grumbling she approached the tub, her hips rolling in a gentle sway to the tub and got in. Grudgingly she grabbed the bathing sponge before she washed his massive shoulders.

 

[Pygalgic]

Oruc sat quietly as Harle bathed the grime and sweat from his back, moving his arms out to facilitate her scrubbing. It had been some time since he had claimed badal, the Orcish for blood debt, from the killing field. It was his right as a member of the warrior caste, regardless of the series of events that had lead him to live outside the expanse of the insular Roughskin Nation. For the last few years he had lived a life of purposeful isolation in cohesion with his bond beast, Traeson, living off the land as an Orc saw fit to do. As a predator, living in closer union with his bond beast, reaching a truer understanding of the philosophy that had guided his education and the culture he arose from.

There were few like him past the Shiftlands, the great expanse of competing bog and desert landscape that wiped away trails and explorers alike. The land that formed one of the borders of the Roughskin Nation. The land he had been able to overcome with Traeson. His reminescence halted when Harle finished with his arms, chest and back. He firmly pulled his chattel to the front of his body, balancing her on one of his thick thighs as she worked on his chest and front. In a disdainful motion and a thick grunt he pushed her down his thigh and further into the tub once she finished with that to dunk his body before pulling her back onto his thigh, hot water streaming down his dark, rough flesh. His hands encompassed her middle, thick fingers caressing the ridged muscle of her abdomen, the pale flesh of her thighs as he turned her around and pushed her against the edge of the wooden tub.

After chivvying his knee between Harle's legs he wetted the sponge and rubbed it with soap and began vigorously wiping down her back. He lightly ran his thumb down the petite--in relationship to the orc--elf's spine. "What were you doing so far from home, Harle?" He moved for wet hair over her shoulder and looked at the ornate collar that marked her as his property. The orc pulled her back by the hair so that her back was pressed against his front.

The hand with the soap and sponge moved up and down her front. "I have not met your kind before," he said by way of addendum to his question. In a smooth motion he slid her down his leg until she was submerged to the neck and back again before sliding her back up. His hands began to dig into the tension of her back, carefully working loose her muscles with his thick, powerful digits as he slowly rocked his leg back and forth.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

She worked with him, scrubbing along each muscled arm, along the thick, broadness of his back. she could feel the water grow thicker with the dirt of him. It in truth disturbed her as she worked on cleaning him. she remained silent as she cleaned. Occasionally her body would find itself ground up against his unintentional of course. She fought the urge to cry to completely surrender. It was not in her way. Thus one reason she was in this mess to begin with. Why she was not with her people in the high and encased colony of her people. Her stubbornness is what pushed her, her refusal just to simply bow down to the higher power. But now. now she feared she had met her match, to meet the end of the life she had made herself.

Deep down she knew eventually he would break her fighting spirit. even though now she felt it wavering within her. Her body grew ridge as he forced her towards the front of him. Clearly he had intended for her to clean him entirely. Gritting her teeth she began to wash away, to scrub away the layer of dirt upon his skin, her bottom soft and ample nestled on his thick hard thigh of his upper leg. Grasping she dropped the sponge as he moved her so that she sank into the hot water. her hands clutching at the tubs edge as he dunked himself.

Grunting she held onto the tub in which he pushed her against. Worry, and fear swelled within her heart fear at the possible thought that he could have done to her as she was pinned to the tub. but to her surprise he began to wash her. her legs spread wide enough for him to easily claim her. but instead he talked .

"I am a bit of an outcast i suppose you could say. I had longed to be else were besides the cold bowel of a valley embedded in the high mountains where little traveled. "She spoke softly her eyes still wide with shock but her multi colored hair hid her face. But he was in no way gentle in his cleaning of her. A small cry escaping her lips as her bottom and the rest of her fell back against him as he began to roughly wash over the front of her pale form.

"my kind dont venture far from the mountains if they do they briefly come down to trade goods, and buy supplies. or when war beckons the skill of my people. other then that we keep to ourselves." He was trying to calm her, to make her more relaxed. With the massage, it hardly worked, she was so much more frail that that but she fought the urges to fight him on it. so she kept still, awaiting the fate that he had in store for her