Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

[Sigr]

Their heavy steps made a ploppy sound on the muddy road, if such a thing could be called a road anymore. The duo had been traveling for days, sleeping under the open sky, something that would have been way better if the rain hadn't turn a four day trip into a miserable parade that was on its tenth day. "I still can't believe you convinced me for this" Rakka growled, showing for the umpteenth time her disgust about the situation, even if at least the rain had stopped. It wasn't like the orc wasn't accustomed to worse or that she couldn't endure it, but she saw no reason to. Her right hand brushed her greasy hair while she sighed,after weeks on the road it was dangling like tendrils on the right side of the face, since most of the left one was shaven. Even if Rakka wasn't making a face, her tusks at the sides of her mouth would give her a permanent scowl unless she made an effort to smile, something that only happened when she was about to indulge herself. "Seriously, a home visit?" her small black eyes gleamed when she looked at her companion, not happy about lacking information.

Rakka stretched her muscular arms, her ample chest barely covered by a leather armor that offered protection against small hits. She was a firm believer that you were better off dodging or parrying the big hits more than trusting any of those human metal armors, so she needed the mobility. To be true, it would be rare to find an armored warrior that could withstand an strike from the greataxe she had on her back, as none had managed before. Below her waist her legs were bare until you reached those battered, muddy boots that started mid-calve, her groin wrapped by some crude briefs that were covered by an ornamental loincloth both back and front. Once again, mobility was the key, and Rakka wasn't some noble damsel that had to be covered ankle to neck. Her bare legs and arms, as was a good amount of the flesh she was covering with her practical clothes, were a map to the country of her life, scars marking the many battles she had survived, even if she didn't win them all.

"You said we were close" Rakka barked to her companion. "At least now I know why you left your home" she looked around, unimpressed. He already knew why she didn't stay at her home, as she had told him during a night after a drink too many. Rakka wanted to see the world, to have unending adventures, and she couldn't really do so if she followed orc tradition and just stayed home to hunt for her couple and children or, even worse, stay at home nursing and rising them. She felt a primal calling, something deep in her race that pushed her to it, but she wasn't staying nowhere for long, that much she knew. "Did the cat got your tongue? You won't be getting all soppy on me now that you return home, right?" Rakka joked, knowing fully well that her friend wasn't an specially sentimental man.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Their heavy steps made a ploppy sound on the muddy road, if such a thing could be called a road anymore. The duo had been traveling for days, sleeping under the open sky, something that would have been way better if the rain hadn't turn a four day trip into a miserable parade that was on its tenth day. "I still can't believe you convinced me for this" Rakka growled, showing for the umpteenth time her disgust about the situation, even if at least the rain had stopped. It wasn't like the orc wasn't accustomed to worse or that she couldn't endure it, but she saw no reason to. Her right hand brushed her greasy hair while she sighed,after weeks on the road it was dangling like tendrils on the right side of the face, since most of the left one was shaven. Even if Rakka wasn't making a face, her tusks at the sides of her mouth would give her a permanent scowl unless she made an effort to smile, something that only happened when she was about to indulge herself. "Seriously, a home visit?" her small black eyes gleamed when she looked at her companion, not happy about lacking information.

Rakka stretched her muscular arms, her ample chest barely covered by a leather armor that offered protection against small hits. She was a firm believer that you were better off dodging or parrying the big hits more than trusting any of those human metal armors, so she needed the mobility. To be true, it would be rare to find an armored warrior that could withstand an strike from the greataxe she had on her back, as none had managed before. Below her waist her legs were bare until you reached those battered, muddy boots that started mid-calve, her groin wrapped by some crude briefs that were covered by an ornamental loincloth both back and front. Once again, mobility was the key, and Rakka wasn't some noble damsel that had to be covered ankle to neck. Her bare legs and arms, as was a good amount of the flesh she was covering with her practical clothes, were a map to the country of her life, scars marking the many battles she had survived, even if she didn't win them all.

"You said we were close" Rakka barked to her companion. "At least now I know why you left your home" she looked around, unimpressed. He already knew why she didn't stay at her home, as she had told him during a night after a drink too many. Rakka wanted to see the world, to have unending adventures, and she couldn't really do so if she followed orc tradition and just stayed home to hunt for her couple and children or, even worse, stay at home nursing and rising them. She felt a primal calling, something deep in her race that pushed her to it, but she wasn't staying nowhere for long, that much she knew. "Did the cat got your tongue? You won't be getting all soppy on me now that you return home, right?" Rakka joked, knowing fully well that her friend wasn't an specially sentimental man.

"No," Elizar lied as he tried to hide a sniff, surreptitiously wiping a tear of melancholy away from his partner's sight.

Ah home. His sweet incredibly shitty home. To be fair, things weren't as bad he remember. There were more wood and plaster collections of houses lining the road then when he was a kid, small villages obviously forming around immigrants. This meant that the dirt road they were walking on had actual habitual use that kept it clear of weeds and other shit that would have made travel a TRUE nightmare rather then the mildly annoying struggle they were going through.

And Elizar completely and utterly hated it. He LIKED it better how it was before instead of this decadent luxury that the new folks brought. Honestly, he hadn't left a moment too soon!

At half a head taller than his deliciously green partner, he would have been at home raiding some poor bastard in the barbarian tales of old. Blond of hair, he kept his mane cut short at the level of his neck, with a goatey long enough to be braided. The former he tried to not let it get too egregious lest he had to do as much wringing as his partner then when she washed hers, simply because he liked to make fun of how much time it took her. Ah, the little joys in life.

The latter he oiled and straighten so that he could look suitably perverted and malicious. Not that those things actually meant anything but in their line of business those kind of monikers for some reason helped.

"Well, anyway, calm your tits we ARE close," He confirmed as they walked, packs of laden loot and personal belongings strung from their backs.

"See that wiindmill right there?" He gestured to a wooden and stone edifice sightable at just 20 minutes away in the distance.

"My family killed the poor chavs who build that fucker a few generations back and took over the operations ever since," He proclaimed with pride. In truth, the reason why he looked like one of the barbarians of old was because...his family had been part of said barbarians not too long ago. Shoulders and back rippling with corded muscle, the tunic and rain cloak that he wore sat snug against the power build of his upper body like his iconic ancestors.

As it happened, he too was an axe user like her and them. However, unlike his partner he was a true aficionado. He had, at any one time, around 5 kinds of axes in his body.

Around his belt buckle hung the beards of 4 Frankish throwing axes, all deceptively weighed to bounce after being thrown. From his back, a small iron target hooked with a wicked half-moon axe for those special occasions when he was sure his gal wouldn't kill him by accident in a melee and it was therefore safe to close with the enemy. He also had a back up axe in his pack, more of hatchet really, along with his utility shaving axe and the back up of the back up axe.

"And oh crap, I still haven't told you why we're coming here, did I?" Elizar smacked a fist on a palm as he realized that little issue.

"Well, honestly, it's nothing really," He began with a shrug.

"I simply wanted someone to introduce as my wife so that my family wouldn't bug the shit out of me," He continued on an easy smile on his face as he dropped that bomb. Of course his bestest of buddies would be up for that, right?

 

[Sigr]

"Like great grandfather, like grandson then I guess" Rakka finally laughed, amused by Elizar's familial exploits of yore. He looked like the professional he was, well prepared to the point of obsession. What Rakka did with the sheer graceless strength of her race and a natural instinct to fight, Elizar managed to match with experience and expertise. That didn't mean that the mountain of a man wasn't strong, or that the orc just charged brainless into a fight, but each of them had their fortes in battle. "I wouldn't have stopped in a windmill though, unless I wanted to settle and die of boredom" she added, as the idea of having a place to live felt dreadful for her. "I guess that it gives the women on your family somewhere to live and have more tough bastards like you" she smiled, since now that there was no more rain and they were close, her mood cleared a bit, enjoying a back and forth that consisted about more than just angry grumbling.

"No, you fucking didn't" Rakka barked at him. Was his absentmindedness real and fruit of a hit to the head too many or was he playing her? She was no stupid and had good instinct, but the human was wily, clever in ways she couldn't think of. That was another reason why they were successful in a business as ruthless as being a swords, well more like axes for hire. Be it the usual snooze fest of escorting a caravan, the always easy merchant shakedown or a more bloody and straightforward border skirmish, they had each other backs, trust being better than gold in their line of work.

"By the spirits! If you say it's nothing it makes it even worse!" Rakka looked at him, eager to know what the hell Elizar was planning. "You fucking what?" was her answer to his plan, still walking out of habit instead of stopping then and there and shaking him off to see if the blonde man could produce an answer that wasn't utter and complete bullshit. "You want a fake wife so your backwater relatives don't bother you and instead of paying a human wench you decided to use me?" disbelief was plaguing her face, Elizar couldn't be that stupid or desperate, but who knew what he was planning. "I doubt that they have seen an orc in their entire lives, do they even fucking know that orcs only couple between themselves?" Rakka said, deliberately not saying 'ourselves' there, since she was mostly an outcast and didn't fit the norm.

"They are going to freak the fuck out" Rakka sighed. "As long as the villagers don't try to chase me with torches like in the vintner job, I guess it will be fine" she groaned, giving up and just awaiting to see why Elizar thought that such a thing was a good idea. The less they mentioned the vintner job the better, it had been months from that and it was still embarrassing the mess they were forced to deal with. Sampling both the contractor's merchandise and daughters may not have been their best idea, that was for sure.

 

[Lookingforthis]

"Like great grandfather, like grandson then I guess" Rakka finally laughed, amused by Elizar's familial exploits of yore. He looked like the professional he was, well prepared to the point of obsession. What Rakka did with the sheer graceless strength of her race and a natural instinct to fight, Elizar managed to match with experience and expertise. That didn't mean that the mountain of a man wasn't strong, or that the orc just charged brainless into a fight, but each of them had their fortes in battle. "I wouldn't have stopped in a windmill though, unless I wanted to settle and die of boredom" she added, as the idea of having a place to live felt dreadful for her. "I guess that it gives the women on your family somewhere to live and have more tough bastards like you" she smiled, since now that there was no more rain and they were close, her mood cleared a bit, enjoying a back and forth that consisted about more than just angry grumbling.

"No, you fucking didn't" Rakka barked at him. Was his absentmindedness real and fruit of a hit to the head too many or was he playing her? She was no stupid and had good instinct, but the human was wily, clever in ways she couldn't think of. That was another reason why they were successful in a business as ruthless as being a swords, well more like axes for hire. Be it the usual snooze fest of escorting a caravan, the always easy merchant shakedown or a more bloody and straightforward border skirmish, they had each other backs, trust being better than gold in their line of work.

"By the spirits! If you say it's nothing it makes it even worse!" Rakka looked at him, eager to know what the hell Elizar was planning. "You fucking what?" was her answer to his plan, still walking out of habit instead of stopping then and there and shaking him off to see if the blonde man could produce an answer that wasn't utter and complete bullshit. "You want a fake wife so your backwater relatives don't bother you and instead of paying a human wench you decided to use me?" disbelief was plaguing her face, Elizar couldn't be that stupid or desperate, but who knew what he was planning. "I doubt that they have seen an orc in their entire lives, do they even fucking know that orcs only couple between themselves?" Rakka said, deliberately not saying 'ourselves' there, since she was mostly an outcast and didn't fit the norm.

"They are going to freak the fuck out" Rakka sighed. "As long as the villagers don't try to chase me with torches like in the vintner job, I guess it will be fine" she groaned, giving up and just awaiting to see why Elizar thought that such a thing was a good idea. The less they mentioned the vintner job the better, it had been months from that and it was still embarrassing the mess they were forced to deal with. Sampling both the contractor's merchandise and daughters may not have been their best idea, that was for sure.

"Well, if you could have listen to my great grand da' tell it, milling was more profitable then raiding was when he settled down," The blonde white skinned warrior shrugged. The logic had never made much since to him after all: Raiding got his family the milling job, while milling got them...not enough to make another mill at any rate. Clearly one job paid off more.

And that is basically why he sold his roughing services nowadays, wanting to replicate those same feats and strike it big.

But yeah, mind on the present.

"Why would I pay a wench when I know you'd do it for free?' Elizar asked a bit confused. I mean, she wouldn't waste good money either, now would she?

"And don't worry "wifey", my family is as illiterate as our last boss. They don't even know that Orcs are green," He said with a smile as one of his hands snaked around her shoulders and hugged her to his chest.

Hah yes, the vintner job. He would have laughed his ass off seeing angry villagers chases off the "horrible rapist monster" that was his partner if he hadn't been dragged to a magester and almost forced to marry after that debacle. The dumbass' daughters hadn't even been that good!

"Eli, is that you?" Asked a squeaking voice that dragged him out of his reverie as they finally got to his family land.

"Ella?" He ask in wonder as a blonde missile came running out and tackled them both like a line backer.

"You big fucker, why didn't you say you'd be coming back?" As what turned out to be a teenaged girl excitedly asked.

His sister, he noted, was still as flat chested as he had last seen her 2 years ago when she was 13 before he went of the gain respectable employment murdering people. However, now at 15, she had evidently had blossomed in OTHER places.

An ass so huge that you could honestly hitch up a cart to it jiggled to and fro from hips wide enough to hold them. Thick meaty legs revealed in short sights from her knee long skirt, the kind farm women used to help till the earth. Shoulder long hair held in two braided pig tails flowed down like yellow streams marking a beautiful baby face of a girl.

"Because messengers are a bunch of thieving bastards that up charge by the fucking breath?" He reasonably asked, hoping that she could see his dilemma.

As it turned out, she couldn't because she frowned at him before kicking him.

In the chins. With a hard wood shoe.

"Goddamn it Ella," He moaned in pain as he dropped his green partner from his arms to nurse his grevious wound.

Smiling at a well done job, Ella gave a started as she realized that her brother wasn't alone.

"Hoh I am sorry mis-" She began before she stopped mid sentence to stare at her.

"-Why are you green?" She asked in wonder getting weeeeeeeell with in Rakka's personal space to peer at her in awe.

 

[Sigr]

"Always the practical man, specially when it comes down to the coin" Rakka sighed, seeing the logic behind the idea of wanting to save the ruthlessly earned money, but presenting an orc as a wife to a human it was still ridiculous. Well, his family would have to be- and there it was, Elizar's own admittance of his family's illiteracy. Not that she was going to judge, orcs weren't any better most of the time, all the knowledge she had was an oddity of her travels. Her mothers knew nothing about the world around the world either, so it was a bit sad thinking how small their world could be. And he was probably making it worse than it really was, wanting to prepare her to be more willing to partake in that absurd charade.

Even if she was wet by the rain and stinky after days and days of travel, Rakka accepted Elizar's hug, he brought it on himself after all. It couldn't be so bad, could be? Just spend a few days there seeing Elizar with his family, something that would probably give her enough material for joking during a month, and they could move to somewhere more populated that had an excess of coin and a shortage of violent disposition. She liked decent sized towns and cities more than backwater settlements like that. Not only there was a lack of job and fun, but also reminded her of home. Rakka's musings about facing a bunch of blonde peasants were broken as precisely one of them tackled them down as a rabid hog.

Despite the surprise, Rakka looked amused at Elizar dealing with that girl, Ella. It seemed to be her sister, or at least she shared his dirty mouth and a penchant for kicking a downed foe. Once again Elizar showed his more stingy side, not wanting to pay a messenger to reach his own family. Well, at least he had an excuse, Rakka just didn't want to do it, not to mention that it would be expensive to convince a messenger to delve into orcish lands. Maybe the girl was no wild hog, but Ella had some hindquarters that would be the envy of them, and despite having no chest whatsoever she was cute and still young. Damn, if her ass moved like that with a skirt, its sway while naked could be worth of throwing coins at it for the privilege or seein the show. Ella's approach made Rakka thing that she caught the orc eyeing her and she was going to have a kick of her own, but as it turned out Elizar wasn't lying when he talked about his family.

"My name is Rakka" she barked at the all too close girl, looking at her with those curious eyes that made her feel guarded. If she came any closer she would end up getting slapped by a green tit if Rakka breathed deeply. "I'm an orc, that's why I'm green" she couldn't believe she had to explain that, but there she was, ready to utter something that was even stupider. Glancing at Elizar as he had pissed on her ale, she looked back at Ella and sighed, her chest threatening to push the girl back off. "And I'm his wife" she pointed to him with a thumb in the most unceremonious manner, finally accepting Elizar's proposition just to see where it took them.

 

[Lookingforthis]

"Always the practical man, specially when it comes down to the coin" Rakka sighed, seeing the logic behind the idea of wanting to save the ruthlessly earned money, but presenting an orc as a wife to a human it was still ridiculous. Well, his family would have to be- and there it was, Elizar's own admittance of his family's illiteracy. Not that she was going to judge, orcs weren't any better most of the time, all the knowledge she had was an oddity of her travels. Her mothers knew nothing about the world around the world either, so it was a bit sad thinking how small their world could be. And he was probably making it worse than it really was, wanting to prepare her to be more willing to partake in that absurd charade.

Even if she was wet by the rain and stinky after days and days of travel, Rakka accepted Elizar's hug, he brought it on himself after all. It couldn't be so bad, could be? Just spend a few days there seeing Elizar with his family, something that would probably give her enough material for joking during a month, and they could move to somewhere more populated that had an excess of coin and a shortage of violent disposition. She liked decent sized towns and cities more than backwater settlements like that. Not only there was a lack of job and fun, but also reminded her of home. Rakka's musings about facing a bunch of blonde peasants were broken as precisely one of them tackled them down as a rabid hog.

Despite the surprise, Rakka looked amused at Elizar dealing with that girl, Ella. It seemed to be her sister, or at least she shared his dirty mouth and a penchant for kicking a downed foe. Once again Elizar showed his more stingy side, not wanting to pay a messenger to reach his own family. Well, at least he had an excuse, Rakka just didn't want to do it, not to mention that it would be expensive to convince a messenger to delve into orcish lands. Maybe the girl was no wild hog, but Ella had some hindquarters that would be the envy of them, and despite having no chest whatsoever she was cute and still young. Damn, if her ass moved like that with a skirt, its sway while naked could be worth of throwing coins at it for the privilege or seein the show. Ella's approach made Rakka thing that she caught the orc eyeing her and she was going to have a kick of her own, but as it turned out Elizar wasn't lying when he talked about his family.

"My name is Rakka" she barked at the all too close girl, looking at her with those curious eyes that made her feel guarded. If she came any closer she would end up getting slapped by a green tit if Rakka breathed deeply. "I'm an orc, that's why I'm green" she couldn't believe she had to explain that, but there she was, ready to utter something that was even stupider. Glancing at Elizar as he had pissed on her ale, she looked back at Ella and sighed, her chest threatening to push the girl back off. "And I'm his wife" she pointed to him with a thumb in the most unceremonious manner, finally accepting Elizar's proposition just to see where it took them.

Shit, why did his sister have to also inherit his "kicking a downed opponent" genes?

"Wife?" The little young woman gasped, a hand lifting up into her mouth. Actually, in retrospect, kicking in the chins totally didn't count as kicking a downed opponent since he was standing when she di-GHA WHY?

"Are you really so fucking poor that you can't be bothered to send a message that you married?!" The teenager screeched as she turned as she started quicking him in the chins.

Repeatedly.

With those fucking hard wooden shoes!

Seriously, did she spent the last two years doing squats? Because goddamn those leg muscles weren't just for show!

And then she stopped.

"But good job on getting such a hot green piece of ass, even if she does look like a beast," She happily congratulated him, kneeling down to pat him in the head. The action put her back, or rather ass, towards the new member of the family, hitching her skirt up to the point that the green woman could have seen her enormous ass eat her undergarments. It was, somewhat strangely, a freckled derriere, small red round skin marks spread throughout the creamy skin on it.

"R-right? She's great!" He hesitatingly readily agreed as he noticed his "wifey"...checking his little sister out. Between the congratulatory head pats and the passing chin pain the smallest of ideas...

No.

Feelings....Started to creep into his mind.

"Hoh, never you mind him or me sis!" Ella beamed at her new sister-in-law as she got close to her again.

"My name is Ella and my father is Renizar the miller. Welcome to the family!" She loudly proclaimed as she spread her hands and went for the kill.

The women in Elizar's family generally weren't very tall, unlike their men. His sister, who he was sure wouldn't be growing much more then she already was, was at an eye level with his Orcish partner's breasts.

So when she circled her arms around her to give her a welcome hug, her head pressed against Rakka's tits and slowly sunk between them to the degree that her leather armor allowed as she gripped her on a bear hug.

Thankfully, her arms were nowhere near as powerful as her legs. So when he called it a bear hug he referred more to the intent then the effect.

Honestly, a cub hug would be a more apt term.

But seeing his sister between his glorious partner's tits, however clothed and chaste it was, further developed the feeling that he was feeling and a realization slowly sunk into his mind.

Or rather dick.

An image of them two naked doing this as it were.

...and it was glorious.

 

[Sigr]

Rakka stifled a laugh as Elizar received his punishment for being... well, Elizar. Maybe even he didn't deserve such a beating, but she guessed that he could pay in pain what he didn't want to pay in coin. Such an exchange wasn't foreign for the mercenaries, having to exact their pound of flesh more than once from someone that wanted to skimp on their due payment, and it never took the form of a little but rotund girl kicking you. Once she stopped, Rakka's facial expression went into turmoil.

First she was smiling at the beating.

Then pleasantly surprised at being called 'a hot green piece of ass'. Quite bold.

But sent into a frown since she seemingly 'looked like a beast'. That girl sure had as poor a reign on her tongue as on her legs, but being 'family' couldn't cut any of them short by the offense.

All of that vanished as Ella leaned forward, showing a sight that sent Rakka's eyes wide open. A human would bite his lower lip until drawing blood at the sight of that ass, but since the orc's jaw was quite different, Rakka found herself biting her upper lip. Having such a rear was unfair for butts worldwide, and it wasn't just the sheer size of it as it engulfed her undergarments, or how soft and comfy it looked. That white moon that was illuminating her green face was a thing of beauty, that would make bards sing a thousand songs if they could keep their tongues away from it. As if it wasn't enough with that, gods forbid for an ass being just that spectacular, it was also peppered with freckles, adding a cute touch to that sin made flesh.

Only Ella turning around and removing such spotlight away from her face made Rakka return to normalcy. Luckily the situation was surprising, funny and awkward enough to avoid making her hard, or things would have gotten very very weird when Ella introduced herself and hugged Rakka as tight as she could. The girl could talk like a sailor and have the bottoms of a fertility goddess, but she was still cute as a button and Rakka couldn't help but smile and return the hug when the cheery girl embraced her.

"Thank you Ella" Rakka grunted, unaware of the effect their interaction was having on Elizar, as she hadn't even laid an eye on her 'hubby' in a long while. Luckily the leather kept the worse of days of orc breast sweat trapped inside, or the poor girl could intoxicate herself in her green bosom, but Rakka still broke the hug as soon as possible, feeling uncomfortable in that trap of a moment. "We are tired from the travel and the rain. Hungry too" she had to make an effort to remember that she wasn't barking orders to a tavern wench.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Rakka stifled a laugh as Elizar received his punishment for being... well, Elizar. Maybe even he didn't deserve such a beating, but she guessed that he could pay in pain what he didn't want to pay in coin. Such an exchange wasn't foreign for the mercenaries, having to exact their pound of flesh more than once from someone that wanted to skimp on their due payment, and it never took the form of a little but rotund girl kicking you. Once she stopped, Rakka's facial expression went into turmoil.

First she was smiling at the beating.

Then pleasantly surprised at being called 'a hot green piece of ass'. Quite bold.

But sent into a frown since she seemingly 'looked like a beast'. That girl sure had as poor a reign on her tongue as on her legs, but being 'family' couldn't cut any of them short by the offense.

All of that vanished as Ella leaned forward, showing a sight that sent Rakka's eyes wide open. A human would bite his lower lip until drawing blood at the sight of that ass, but since the orc's jaw was quite different, Rakka found herself biting her upper lip. Having such a rear was unfair for butts worldwide, and it wasn't just the sheer size of it as it engulfed her undergarments, or how soft and comfy it looked. That white moon that was illuminating her green face was a thing of beauty, that would make bards sing a thousand songs if they could keep their tongues away from it. As if it wasn't enough with that, gods forbid for an ass being just that spectacular, it was also peppered with freckles, adding a cute touch to that sin made flesh.

Only Ella turning around and removing such spotlight away from her face made Rakka return to normalcy. Luckily the situation was surprising, funny and awkward enough to avoid making her hard, or things would have gotten very very weird when Ella introduced herself and hugged Rakka as tight as she could. The girl could talk like a sailor and have the bottoms of a fertility goddess, but she was still cute as a button and Rakka couldn't help but smile and return the hug when the cheery girl embraced her.

"Thank you Ella" Rakka grunted, unaware of the effect their interaction was having on Elizar, as she hadn't even laid an eye on her 'hubby' in a long while. Luckily the leather kept the worse of days of orc breast sweat trapped inside, or the poor girl could intoxicate herself in her green bosom, but Rakka still broke the hug as soon as possible, feeling uncomfortable in that trap of a moment. "We are tired from the travel and the rain. Hungry too" she had to make an effort to remember that she wasn't barking orders to a tavern wench.

"Well, you certainly smell it too!" The young girl grinned in reply the scent of the woman being perceptively sweet and salty through her clothing. The orcish woman certainly sounded athoritative. Just like her ma. No wonder her brother went for her!

The smel though...It wasn't a bad smell the girl decided.

"Anywho, I hope you both aren't feeling too lovey dovey; Ma's going to wring her through and through. Da's gonna hit on her and sis is in a bitchy mood. Lonard is okay though," Ella opined as she turned around and started walking back. Her swaying hips throwing her ass side to side, inadvertently hypnotizing her victims into following her.

"So business as usual?" Elizar dryly asked as he got up and started walking after her, his eyes glued to her disgustingly big ass. Darn her for making him lose his self control!

"Yeah, except you aren't gonna be able to lock yourself away in your room; It's been turned into storage space," She answered over her shoulder, her meaty and muscle-y legs taking elegant strides.

"Joy," the blond "married" man flatly exclaimed, digging up barely enough energy to send a fist into the air.

"Yeah, don't assume you have the worst of it. You're going to be sleeping with me," She grumbled, already knowing how this whole affair was going to turn out.

First, it was going to be "Oh hello there newest family member!". All possible hospitality would be offered, cheers would be had, dinners would be eaten and, at the end of the night, the most horrible of realizations would be realized: There was no place for them to rest!

But no, the only unwed individual in the house didn't need her privacy. She could just scoot over in her furs and let her big lug of a brother spoon against his completely and utterly hot piece of green ass and slip Rakka the dick when they all thought she was finally sleeping.

It never failed.

"That doesn't sound so bad actually..." Elizar blinked, his perverse fantasy being handed out the perfect scenario out in a platter.

"Yeah, to you," The girl darkly muttered, consoling herself at least with half remembered memories of holding said hot piece. Jealousy was a bad thing but damn if those tits hadn't been soft!

As she walked towards the house, Elizar started slowing his pace, a hand snaking into his "wife's" to slow her as well. He had an urgent need to communicate with her.

Rakka was, in all honesty, the best friend he had ever had. Despite having more of this so called "common sense" that people seemed to boundy about all the time, whenever he needed something from her she had always been there to back him up.

Like this time.

"I need you to fuck her," He muttered under his breath, just loud enough for no one except his gal to hear him.

 

[Sigr]

There it was again, Ella's tongue knew no bounds even if Rakka knew how did she smell and didn't care a bit about it, most people would think it twice before commenting it in front of her unless they knew her. The fact that Ella hoped that they wouldn't be too 'lovey dovey' made her cuter and Rakka smile, although the responsibility of her orcish grin was probably of her ass affecting the tides as she walked more than the cutesy expression. It was somewhat odd hearing Ella use fucker and such like an insult and yet resort to such a word for the act itself. Maybe she was inexperienced? The thought made her mouth water, and only the mention of the rest of the family got her out of it.

"We'll see that" Rakka just broadly referred to their parent's attitude, making a mental note about some bitchy sister and- "Who the fuck is Lonard?" she asked, as Ella didn't refer to him by parentage and, if Rakka was to be honest, it sounded like one hell of a stupid human name. So after days of travel, she had been ambushed with that idiotic ruse and now they would have no rooming? Rakka swore to herself that she was ready to 'borrow' another peasant's house if needed be, but since Ella grumbled that they were going to sleep with her, she almost yelled. Having that ass so close and not being able to make a pass at her with Elizar around was going to be a fucking pain, she was almost ready to kill a random peasant for their house just to not having to deal with such a thing. Blue balling an orc was tantamount to tempting her to start piling charges of rape and murder under her belt, but luckily Rakka had a wider worldview than your usual orc and thus a better restrain on her most base instincts. Better, not perfect.

Rakka saw the exchange between Elizar and Ella without understanding shit of what were those blonde beauties talking about. Elizar was glad they were going to be with Ella? Even if they hadn't seen each other in years it had to be some kind of human sibling thing she didn't comprehend. Rakka had a dozen sisters of her own, but orcs being orcs, the relationship was more straightforward than the simplest of humans could achieve. And don't her get started on the elves and their fucking innuendo. Nothing meant what the word meant and you could never be sure of what they wanted unless asking it in written form. Bunch of pansies...

Elizar's touch got Rakka out of her bout of impromptu bigotry, slowing her following of Ella's rump, seemingly eager to tell her something private. Maybe he had caught her checking her sister? Well, no, that couldn't be as it was sure that he had noticed it, the surprise would be that he had anything to say about it that he didn't want Ella to hear. "I need me to fuck her as well, but she's your sister" Rakka answered almost automatically, thinking that Elizar was making some kind of weird joke, since the idea was just too enticing to be true, but Elizar rarely joked. Well, unless there were dwarves involved. Fuck those guys. "I mean, you know I've got her back, I mean, your back, but you can't be serious. Please, tell me you are serious, I mean..." she just used her both hands to gesture to that unaware monument to the ass that jiggled in front of them, as it finished the sentence better than any words could.

 

[Lookingforthis]

There it was again, Ella's tongue knew no bounds even if Rakka knew how did she smell and didn't care a bit about it, most people would think it twice before commenting it in front of her unless they knew her. The fact that Ella hoped that they wouldn't be too 'lovey dovey' made her cuter and Rakka smile, although the responsibility of her orcish grin was probably of her ass affecting the tides as she walked more than the cutesy expression. It was somewhat odd hearing Ella use fucker and such like an insult and yet resort to such a word for the act itself. Maybe she was inexperienced? The thought made her mouth water, and only the mention of the rest of the family got her out of it.

"We'll see that" Rakka just broadly referred to their parent's attitude, making a mental note about some bitchy sister and- "Who the fuck is Lonard?" she asked, as Ella didn't refer to him by parentage and, if Rakka was to be honest, it sounded like one hell of a stupid human name. So after days of travel, she had been ambushed with that idiotic ruse and now they would have no rooming? Rakka swore to herself that she was ready to 'borrow' another peasant's house if needed be, but since Ella grumbled that they were going to sleep with her, she almost yelled. Having that ass so close and not being able to make a pass at her with Elizar around was going to be a fucking pain, she was almost ready to kill a random peasant for their house just to not having to deal with such a thing. Blue balling an orc was tantamount to tempting her to start piling charges of rape and murder under her belt, but luckily Rakka had a wider worldview than your usual orc and thus a better restrain on her most base instincts. Better, not perfect.

Rakka saw the exchange between Elizar and Ella without understanding shit of what were those blonde beauties talking about. Elizar was glad they were going to be with Ella? Even if they hadn't seen each other in years it had to be some kind of human sibling thing she didn't comprehend. Rakka had a dozen sisters of her own, but orcs being orcs, the relationship was more straightforward than the simplest of humans could achieve. And don't her get started on the elves and their fucking innuendo. Nothing meant what the word meant and you could never be sure of what they wanted unless asking it in written form. Bunch of pansies...

Elizar's touch got Rakka out of her bout of impromptu bigotry, slowing her following of Ella's rump, seemingly eager to tell her something private. Maybe he had caught her checking her sister? Well, no, that couldn't be as it was sure that he had noticed it, the surprise would be that he had anything to say about it that he didn't want Ella to hear. "I need me to fuck her as well, but she's your sister" Rakka answered almost automatically, thinking that Elizar was making some kind of weird joke, since the idea was just too enticing to be true, but Elizar rarely joked. Well, unless there were dwarves involved. Fuck those guys. "I mean, you know I've got her back, I mean, your back, but you can't be serious. Please, tell me you are serious, I mean..." she just used her both hands to gesture to that unaware monument to the ass that jiggled in front of them, as it finished the sentence better than any words could.

How to respond to the unbeliever?

"Ella is my blood sister, through and through. She's someone whose been there for me in her admittedly brutish and violent manner since she was born. . She's awfully more innocent the she thinks. She's a maiden, and I mean that more then in the classical sense; She is still a virgin and shy about her sexuality." Elizar began, explaining the situation between him and his sister. And, in doing so, tacitly stating his own thoughts on the matter. He didn't hate her. Quite the opposite actually, since he was sure that he loved her back. It was a wholly positive relationship that he had with her.

"So imagine if a "beast" such as yourself, not even a human!, were to come along and violate all of that. And unlike any other accidents, me and my family would have to deal with the fallout of that for the rest of our lives," The big blond muscle calmly continued on, his tone getting more and more excited as he went along; He was positively salivating at the thought.

"I long to hear her complaining about gaping anuses or vaginas that just won't close. Of coming to the dinning room smelling like a cum soaked whore all the time. And, dare I say it-" The perverse man wondered outloud, lost in his own world as he listed his dark dreams, only then just daring to voice the worst of all perversions.

"-Seeing her belly swell with illegitimate half orc babies. And then have everyone know MY "wife" did it!" He gleefully almost yelled out that utterly debouched aspiration out, his dick getting so hard from simply talking about it that his pants were about to burst from the pressure.

And then he realized how close said relative still was with widened eyes. A cursory look revealed that she was questioningly looking at them.

"You two DO know that you can fuck inside, right?" She called out a rethorical query before turning around to keep walking, seeming to not have what ever had gotten her bro excited.


Elizar, for his part, gave a sigh of relief and then cleared his throat.

"Well, anyway, so yes I need you to fuck her," He confirmed as they finally turned on the road and arrived just outside his home.

"Hey DA, MA, guess who decided to show up?" The young woman yelled out as she started skipping into the house, her ass pillows basically twerking as she entered a tall and wide building adjacent to a windmill that made it seem small in comparison.

 

[Sigr]

Elizar confirming Rakka's suspicions of Ella being a shy virgin were mouth watering, too good to be true. There was no way he could be sure, after all he had been about a couple years away. In the mean time she could have stuffed herself with any boy or man around if she wished to, since no one sane would say no to that combination of heavenly face and hellish ass. Rakka wasn't going to argue the point, the idea was too beautiful to be doubted, and it was just beginning.

"A beast, yes" Rakka nodded while Elizar talked about a classic of human erotica, something that had surprised her when she started to travel. Orcs mostly keep themselves in closed communities, and sure, there was the occasional outing here and there were an orc wanted to fuck something that wasn't green. Rakka wasn't as naive to say that it didn't happen, but judging by all the fantasies that went on those human written books one could think that the only purpose in the life of an orc would be raping defenseless human maidens. There was a subset of novels that also dealt with them assaulting male virgins, but those were quite weirder. Given how vivid Elizar's imagination was, and how detailed his descriptions, Rakka was starting to think that maybe her friend could start writing smut of his own.

"Dare Elizar, dare" Rakka encouraged him, her undergarments keeping a half chub hidden, the increase of volume covered by the loincloth. She wanted to hear everything, what the hell was he dreaming of. It turned out that Elizar seemed excited by the idea of her making some half orcs with his sister, completely crazy over her defiling Ella's innocence in the most orc way possible, or at least what humans thought of them. A traditional orc would probably stay and take the children with her, while Rakka was more about running as the wind before the dawn marked the end of a night of fucking.

Ella seemed to have been looking at them, and only she knew what faces could be making at the moment. Luckily it seemed that whatever she may have heard, possibly nothing, she understood it as normal husband-wife attraction. Well, there was nothing normal in the fake marriage of those mercenaries, so anything was possible. Another distraction allowed for Rakka's cock to calm down and deflate, providing Elizar could stop talking about her fucking his family, as Ella and her ass opened their way into the family home. This was going to be weird, and saying that after Elizar's morbid tirade was saying something.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Elizar confirming Rakka's suspicions of Ella being a shy virgin were mouth watering, too good to be true. There was no way he could be sure, after all he had been about a couple years away. In the mean time she could have stuffed herself with any boy or man around if she wished to, since no one sane would say no to that combination of heavenly face and hellish ass. Rakka wasn't going to argue the point, the idea was too beautiful to be doubted, and it was just beginning.

"A beast, yes" Rakka nodded while Elizar talked about a classic of human erotica, something that had surprised her when she started to travel. Orcs mostly keep themselves in closed communities, and sure, there was the occasional outing here and there were an orc wanted to fuck something that wasn't green. Rakka wasn't as naive to say that it didn't happen, but judging by all the fantasies that went on those human written books one could think that the only purpose in the life of an orc would be raping defenseless human maidens. There was a subset of novels that also dealt with them assaulting male virgins, but those were quite weirder. Given how vivid Elizar's imagination was, and how detailed his descriptions, Rakka was starting to think that maybe her friend could start writing smut of his own.

"Dare Elizar, dare" Rakka encouraged him, her undergarments keeping a half chub hidden, the increase of volume covered by the loincloth. She wanted to hear everything, what the hell was he dreaming of. It turned out that Elizar seemed excited by the idea of her making some half orcs with his sister, completely crazy over her defiling Ella's innocence in the most orc way possible, or at least what humans thought of them. A traditional orc would probably stay and take the children with her, while Rakka was more about running as the wind before the dawn marked the end of a night of fucking.

Ella seemed to have been looking at them, and only she knew what faces could be making at the moment. Luckily it seemed that whatever she may have heard, possibly nothing, she understood it as normal husband-wife attraction. Well, there was nothing normal in the fake marriage of those mercenaries, so anything was possible. Another distraction allowed for Rakka's cock to calm down and deflate, providing Elizar could stop talking about her fucking his family, as Ella and her ass opened their way into the family home. This was going to be weird, and saying that after Elizar's morbid tirade was saying something.

Stepping into his house for the first time in two years was a nostalgic experience.

Things were a bit different but remained essentially the same. The dining table, the old piece of oak that dated to his grandfather's time, was in the center away from the wall with the swinging wooden windows that he remembered. But it was still there. Places everywhere that could look a good with a drape, were indeed draped in whites and blacks. Even the table cloth followed his mother's particular sense of color aesthetics.

A low, by his family's standards, cieling closed the enclosure while light from the open wooden windows streamed inside. Pots and cauldrons lined the wall around a coocking hearth, practically touching said ceiling in the far side of the room. Originally, said hearth had been a chimney back when the house had been smaller and this the central room. But with the growth of the family, adjecent rooms had been made that expanded upon the original edifice. Still being the biggest room in the whole house, it was now but a kitchen and greeting room rolled together into one.

And just liked he remembered, his father was expectantly seating with a smile on his face to one side, and his mother with a frown on the other.

The situation obviously called for a traditional and formal greeting.

"'Sup ma. 'Sup pops," Elizar happily belowed as rushed forward with a raise palm.

His father raised his and the manliest high five was heard through the house.

His mother hers and the girliest face slap was heard as well.

"None of that, greet your mother properly," She warned him with a glare. Seriously, was it "beat Elizar up" day or something?

"Sorry ma," The blond big mercenary apologized and spread his arms wide. Fixing with that same glare for a few seconds more, his mother's frown faltered and it instead turned into a happy smile as she embraced him.

"Oh, my honey, you are still such a child!" She cooed at him as she got on the tips of her toes to rain kisses on his cheeks.

His mother, just like all the woman folk of his family, was short in comparison to their men. Standing half a head taller then Ella, Larene seemed to be a strange prototype for the girl to be designed from.

A pretty face that had traded all the baby fat and contours for the mature cuts of a well aged woman, she was still breath taking to look at it. Where Ella had ass, Larene had hips, multi pregnancies and births giving her the kind of fecund figure that assured any passer by that she could bare their children. Where his sister was flat, his mother was stacked, her breasts pushing against her blouse in a most tantalizing way, proof that she could feed them as well. A few gray hairs crowned her otherwise golden mane

His father, on the other hand, was a boring contrast comparatively. Taller then even Eliazar by, again, half a head he looked exactly like his son would sans a goatee and with the addition of also a few grey hairs. And a mustache. Which, admittedly, he rocked very well.

"So, I heard talk of you getting a wife," He mirthfully chuckled, the implied request to present it to them laced in his tone.

"Oh yeah, I gained one of those. Ma, Pa, this is Rakka!" Elizar happily complied as he disengaged from his mother's deadly maternal grip and stepped aside to present the best lady in the whole world.

Before anyone could say anything, Renizar the elder sprung from his seat and, in two strides, was before the green beauty.

"I know he is a bit hard to deal with, my boy Elizar. But I have never, for a single second, doubted his taste in delectable beauties. And you, daughter, are proof enough of that. Welcome to the family," The older man rumbled as he open his arms and clutched the Orcish woman in a hug.

A hug that, by pure happenstance to be sure, ended with both of his hands cradling her luscious buns behind her loincloth.

"Renizar," Lucine warned before a feminine figure came out of the hall way.

"Did I hear right, did Eli bring a girl home?" Ellane the eldest daughter of the family hopefully asked.

At the sight of her little brother and wife looking at her, she let out a shit eating grin.

"It's true, and she's less pretty then me!" She giggled as she walked to take a chair.

If Ella was the ass woman and Lucine the Hip woman of the family, then Ellane was the breast woman.

Because, you see, she didn't have breasts. No, not really. What she had were tits.

Big orbs of tit flesh that equaled her head in size. Her dress, naturally, had a window that revealed the creamy skin that made up the crevice between both puppies. Freckles dotted her otherwise white skin and, if Elizar wasn't imagining things, her nipples were pushing through the cloth. Being as blond as the whole family, her face was like a middle ground between her sisters and her mother's and all the more beautiful for it.

Oh, she had nice ass and hips but, seriously, was that what anyone was going to notice when looking at her?

 

[Sigr]

Ah, home sweet home, or so Rakka couldn't help but think seeing that place. It was a bit weird with that black and white draping everywhere, but whose house didn't look a bit weird to an outsider? A house was a safe place, a sanctuary that reflected your life, and that home was the homeliest home ever homed, making even a nomadic bitch like Rakka felt welcomed. The humans customs still escaped her, as father and son had just high fived each other, maybe it was their thing, but at least Elizar didn't get- no, there it was, a motherly slap to set things straight. Looking at Larene, she was as beautiful as Rakka could suspect after getting a good look at Ella, but even then it was wondrous how much of an ass had the little girl managed to get even if she didn't reach those childbearing hips her mother had. She was also stacked, with nice breasts that still resisted most of the sagging that came with age and a beautiful and experienced face. Ella you could, and wanted, to fuck. Larene was someone that maybe graced herself to fuck you.

Renizar in turn, was almost hypnotically similar to his son, if one was to trade an attractive goatee for a somewhat goofy mustache that somehow defied what Rakka could think if Elizar said he was going to let one grow and suited the older man. Well, now she had Renizar up close in a hug, Rakka realized that for them to be identical Elizar would have to be taller and trade his passion about axes for a devotion to asses. Not that Elizar didn't like a piece of ass like any decent man would, but Renizar was grabbing Rakka's butt as the end of days was coming and a wolf was about to eat the sun or whatever apocalyptic nonsense they believed in. A warning and a bit of struggling helped Rakka escape the groping embrace, just about Ellane appeared.

Rakka did saw her stupid smile, the kind of grin that if directed at her while drunk or angry would earn you a punch. Rakka did hear what Ellane said, somehow finding reason to congratulate herself for being prettier than an orc, of all beings. But Rakka had trouble processing any of those things because tits. She had somehow managed to not jump over her, she even got her eyes away from Ellane after a moment that lasted probably longer than she thought, but she was infected. Like a werewolf would or the bite of a vampire, but instead of moons and blood, all that Rakka had in her head was now tits. She thought of saying something but tits filled her mind, Rakka even opened her mouth but she was more ready to get it filled with one of those nipples than uttering a single word. Even if she was way taller and her breasts were nothing that could be easily ignored, that human had bigger breasts than her.

Rakka didn't know how far Elizar's debauchery went, or how was she going to manage doing it, but that ass, those hips and oh spirits I'm looking at those tits again, quick, look elsewhere, had to be hers. One way or another. The decision being made helped Rakka start to behave like something more than a lump of green meat, and managed to get some words in.

"It's a pleasure meeting my husband's family, now I understand why is he so wonderful" Rakka complimented, having little experience on that department. "It's an honor to be received like that in your home" she added, her mind racing to think of something to say. Quickly, what would a wife say about her couple. I will give my wife many strong children and she will give me many smart children? That was already weird between orcs, despite being a usual formula, but with humans would be even worse. "It's a nice home what you have here" Rakka managed to continue, taking this time a phrase that she had used more than once, just avoiding the 'it would be a shame that it caught fire' part that she usually added afterwards. "I'm grateful for having met him" she looked at Elizar, her eyes looking more desperate for a rescue than if she had been swallowed whole by a giant smile.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Ah, home sweet home, or so Rakka couldn't help but think seeing that place. It was a bit weird with that black and white draping everywhere, but whose house didn't look a bit weird to an outsider? A house was a safe place, a sanctuary that reflected your life, and that home was the homeliest home ever homed, making even a nomadic bitch like Rakka felt welcomed. The humans customs still escaped her, as father and son had just high fived each other, maybe it was their thing, but at least Elizar didn't get- no, there it was, a motherly slap to set things straight. Looking at Larene, she was as beautiful as Rakka could suspect after getting a good look at Ella, but even then it was wondrous how much of an ass had the little girl managed to get even if she didn't reach those childbearing hips her mother had. She was also stacked, with nice breasts that still resisted most of the sagging that came with age and a beautiful and experienced face. Ella you could, and wanted, to fuck. Larene was someone that maybe graced herself to fuck you.

Renizar in turn, was almost hypnotically similar to his son, if one was to trade an attractive goatee for a somewhat goofy mustache that somehow defied what Rakka could think if Elizar said he was going to let one grow and suited the older man. Well, now she had Renizar up close in a hug, Rakka realized that for them to be identical Elizar would have to be taller and trade his passion about axes for a devotion to asses. Not that Elizar didn't like a piece of ass like any decent man would, but Renizar was grabbing Rakka's butt as the end of days was coming and a wolf was about to eat the sun or whatever apocalyptic nonsense they believed in. A warning and a bit of struggling helped Rakka escape the groping embrace, just about Ellane appeared.

Rakka did saw her stupid smile, the kind of grin that if directed at her while drunk or angry would earn you a punch. Rakka did hear what Ellane said, somehow finding reason to congratulate herself for being prettier than an orc, of all beings. But Rakka had trouble processing any of those things because tits. She had somehow managed to not jump over her, she even got her eyes away from Ellane after a moment that lasted probably longer than she thought, but she was infected. Like a werewolf would or the bite of a vampire, but instead of moons and blood, all that Rakka had in her head was now tits. She thought of saying something but tits filled her mind, Rakka even opened her mouth but she was more ready to get it filled with one of those nipples than uttering a single word. Even if she was way taller and her breasts were nothing that could be easily ignored, that human had bigger breasts than her.

Rakka didn't know how far Elizar's debauchery went, or how was she going to manage doing it, but that ass, those hips and oh spirits I'm looking at those tits again, quick, look elsewhere, had to be hers. One way or another. The decision being made helped Rakka start to behave like something more than a lump of green meat, and managed to get some words in.

"It's a pleasure meeting my husband's family, now I understand why is he so wonderful" Rakka complimented, having little experience on that department. "It's an honor to be received like that in your home" she added, her mind racing to think of something to say. Quickly, what would a wife say about her couple. I will give my wife many strong children and she will give me many smart children? That was already weird between orcs, despite being a usual formula, but with humans would be even worse. "It's a nice home what you have here" Rakka managed to continue, taking this time a phrase that she had used more than once, just avoiding the 'it would be a shame that it caught fire' part that she usually added afterwards. "I'm grateful for having met him" she looked at Elizar, her eyes looking more desperate for a rescue than if she had been swallowed whole by a giant smile.

Renizar was just about wise enough to know when to let up. But seriously, what point was there to become a father if he couldn't harass his son's wives?

Elizar, on the other hand, was going to let things drag out a little while longer. It wasn't often that Rakka was on the backfoot~

"And I her. I actually came her because she wanted to meet all of you," The blond mercenary lied with smirk pointed at his "wife".

"Oh, it's nice to meet you as well honey!" Larene responded with a wide smile as she stepped up and engulfed her alleged daughter in law with a hug.

Much like her daughter, the miller matriarch didn't have great upper body strength but she made up for it with sheer grit, turning from side to side to make sure she could get the strongest hug she could. This, of course, made her breasts rub against the orcs, her nipples brushing against her stomach as her head hugged the contours of the top of Rakka's breasts.

A familiar feeling crept on Elizar then, and he couldn't believe how far his dark urges went...time for a new plan.

"Stop stifling the beast girl ma," Ellane discourteously said as she got up from her seat and walked over to the two women.

Larene stoped her ongoing assault on her daughter-in-law to glare at her daughter-for-real.

"She's a guest and family now. Show her more respect Ellane," She demanded turning her back on her newest family member. Even if she did smell like one.


Elizar had to admit that she also looked amazing from there, her small shoulders combining with her wiiiide hips to give her a delicious exaggerated hourglass figure.

"Fine, fine," The eldest daughter waved her mother off as she walked up to the orc.

A calculating eyed her then. First, her face, noting the bestial beauty behind it. Then, her neck, and the muscled constitution that it had. Then it moved to her shoulders, examining their width as it moved on to her breasts, her thigh waist and then Rakka's wide hips and muscled legs.

A smile creeped into her face and she reached out a hand to cup the orc's face.

"Name's Ellane. And you and I have things to talk about," She introduced herself and let her fingers brush against the protruding tusks of her mouth as she turned and left.

Okay time for a new new plan, Elizar decided. Ella was just going to be the first step. But by the time he was done...

He was going to make sure that the whole new generation of his family were going to be half orc.

"Bloody girl, always making trouble for everyone. Can't believe how was it that she caught herself such a nice man," Lacene huffed in annoyance before deciding to address more pending issues.

"Allright dears, do you know how long you are going to be staying?" She asked her youngest son and his wife.

"About a week," He quickly replied. Originally, it was going to be a few days, but he SIMPLY had to make sure that his mother and sisters were pregnant with his deliciously green partner's babies. He shot a subtle apologetic look at his partner, hoping that she would understand.

"Wonderful! You'll be staying with Ella then, since there aren't any more rooms available in the house" She responded as she met the announcement with a happy cheer.

"I KNEW IT!" Ella cried in the background as things settled down.
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That Night

Well, things had gone about as good as he could have hoped.

A nice dinner and then tales of how is it that they met. It was, in truth, kind of sad that his parents believed some of the weirder things to be embellishments. Really, did he look creative enough to come up with "and then the whole company made a random hobo into the duke"?

No, no he didn't.

The room of his little sister was as he remembered. A bunch small chests hiding all her girlish accessories and her clothes with pink curtains everywhere. There was a cot in the middle of the wooden floor made of furs and blankets, which was where they would be sleeping, as well as wooden chair in a corner coupled to small table.

All in all, it was a normal bedroom for a little girl. Albeit a fat-assed one. As in, a girl with an enormiously big ass, not a fat one.

Speaking of:

"Ella is going to be here in a few minutes," He conversationally told his "wife". Rakka and him had retired for the night was the light outside had gone but his little sister still had a few chores to be done.

"I want you to start tonight. Show me those superior Orcish seduction skills," He said with a smirk before he walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Oh, and I think I want you to fuck my whole family by the way," He said offhandedly, before the footsteps of Ella lead up to the door of her room.

"H-hey-a guys. R-ready to sleep?" She asked, stuttering a bit as she glanced to the sides.

A quick glance at the girl revealed a certain amount of nervousness, unlike her usual brazen attitude.

What was up with that?

 

[Sigr]

Rakka looked at Elizar's smug grin as he talked of her wanting to go there and meet them. Sure, it was a lie, but that was only because she didn't know the allotment of hot girls and women in her companion's family, or she would have raided the windmill ages ago. Larene's hug distracted her from the visions of sacking and fire, as it seemed to be their custom to dive face first into her green tits. Of course, it they wanted to do so without the limits of armor it could be arranged. Bitchy Ellane didn't seem to handle well not being in the spotlight, and Rakka wished to show her how much of a beast she could be if she kept calling her one. Wait, was she eyeing her? It was hard to say with Rakka's own eyes having trouble looking at her beautiful face instead of being glued to her enormous tits, but still. It took a bit of restrain for her to not lick and such those fingers that brushed her face, having a taste of Ellane while giving her a sample of her tongue skills.

Once Ellane was gone, Rakka didn't bother about how long they were going to stay, as those things didn't seem of importance at the moment. Of course, once her lust was sated over and over again, she would feel the need for wandering once more, as there was no way she was staying there after what was about to happen. Elizar's interest for seeing her impregnate humans didn't entirely come as a surprise, as his dirty mind sometimes broached the topic, but Rakka never thought she was going to give him some green nephews and nieces out of his desire. Dinner was nice, not only due to the roof over their heads and warm food, but also was filled with the best of Elizar and Rakka's adventures. Sure, even if most violence tales were told as happened, or even recreated with a very graphical use of a spoon and a potato, the lewder parts of their stories were mostly skipped, as it would reveal to those ignorant the kind of varied equipment any orc had.

As predicted, they were going to sleep in Ella's room, so things were going accordingly to the plan, even if calling an idea born from Elizar's burning groin a plan was doing it a favor. Once there, Rakka was looking amused all around, seeing all the pink stuff, the girly trinkets. Of course, during her adventures Rakka had enjoyed her share of girly girls, but no one of them possessed such a womanly posterior, that meaty abundance created a contrast with Ella's innocent face that was more dangerous than the business end of a blade. Rakka was about to ask Elizar if he was sure, but his expression gave no doubt about it, he really wanted it. She was about make a joke about the size of her orcish seduction skills, but Elizar said that he wanted her to fuck her whole family, leaving her baffled and mute. Before she could ask if that also meant his father, even if she doubted so, Ella entered her room, fidgety and stuttering. Maybe she thought that husband and wife were up to having marital sex then and there and that made her nervous? She sure looked cute, though, making Rakka want to devour her.

Rakka stretched her arms to the sides, grunting as she did so, her muscles tensing, her breasts perking up as she did so. It was an innocent gesture, but she knew that it brought many of her talents out and tended to make fair maidens and innocent boys all around weak in the knees. "So many days of travel..." she added, flexing a little bit. "Can't wait to get rid of these..." Rakka started to work on the belts and buckles of her leather armor, her breasts moving more and more free with each movement. Even if she obviously could do it herself, she feigned some difficulty to reach some of them. "Ella, can you help me with these?" she asked, Rakka showing a couple of buckles under each of her arms. Releasing those would make the armor fall to the ground, leaving only a dirty and stinky camisole between Ella's face and Rakka's green orbs, and even that rag of cloth wouldn't last long on her either. "Can't sleep with all of this on, makes me restless" she said, easing Ella into undressing her, that last word could almost be smelled on the air. Maybe other girls or women like Ella had cute playful puppies on their chests, but Rakka's tits were hounds, firm yet giving boobs with a sizeable dark green areola surrounding hard and generous nipples that looked almost as menacing as herself.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Rakka looked at Elizar's smug grin as he talked of her wanting to go there and meet them. Sure, it was a lie, but that was only because she didn't know the allotment of hot girls and women in her companion's family, or she would have raided the windmill ages ago. Larene's hug distracted her from the visions of sacking and fire, as it seemed to be their custom to dive face first into her green tits. Of course, it they wanted to do so without the limits of armor it could be arranged. Bitchy Ellane didn't seem to handle well not being in the spotlight, and Rakka wished to show her how much of a beast she could be if she kept calling her one. Wait, was she eyeing her? It was hard to say with Rakka's own eyes having trouble looking at her beautiful face instead of being glued to her enormous tits, but still. It took a bit of restrain for her to not lick and such those fingers that brushed her face, having a taste of Ellane while giving her a sample of her tongue skills.

Once Ellane was gone, Rakka didn't bother about how long they were going to stay, as those things didn't seem of importance at the moment. Of course, once her lust was sated over and over again, she would feel the need for wandering once more, as there was no way she was staying there after what was about to happen. Elizar's interest for seeing her impregnate humans didn't entirely come as a surprise, as his dirty mind sometimes broached the topic, but Rakka never thought she was going to give him some green nephews and nieces out of his desire. Dinner was nice, not only due to the roof over their heads and warm food, but also was filled with the best of Elizar and Rakka's adventures. Sure, even if most violence tales were told as happened, or even recreated with a very graphical use of a spoon and a potato, the lewder parts of their stories were mostly skipped, as it would reveal to those ignorant the kind of varied equipment any orc had.

As predicted, they were going to sleep in Ella's room, so things were going accordingly to the plan, even if calling an idea born from Elizar's burning groin a plan was doing it a favor. Once there, Rakka was looking amused all around, seeing all the pink stuff, the girly trinkets. Of course, during her adventures Rakka had enjoyed her share of girly girls, but no one of them possessed such a womanly posterior, that meaty abundance created a contrast with Ella's innocent face that was more dangerous than the business end of a blade. Rakka was about to ask Elizar if he was sure, but his expression gave no doubt about it, he really wanted it. She was about make a joke about the size of her orcish seduction skills, but Elizar said that he wanted her to fuck her whole family, leaving her baffled and mute. Before she could ask if that also meant his father, even if she doubted so, Ella entered her room, fidgety and stuttering. Maybe she thought that husband and wife were up to having marital sex then and there and that made her nervous? She sure looked cute, though, making Rakka want to devour her.

Rakka stretched her arms to the sides, grunting as she did so, her muscles tensing, her breasts perking up as she did so. It was an innocent gesture, but she knew that it brought many of her talents out and tended to make fair maidens and innocent boys all around weak in the knees. "So many days of travel..." she added, flexing a little bit. "Can't wait to get rid of these..." Rakka started to work on the belts and buckles of her leather armor, her breasts moving more and more free with each movement. Even if she obviously could do it herself, she feigned some difficulty to reach some of them. "Ella, can you help me with these?" she asked, Rakka showing a couple of buckles under each of her arms. Releasing those would make the armor fall to the ground, leaving only a dirty and stinky camisole between Ella's face and Rakka's green orbs, and even that rag of cloth wouldn't last long on her either. "Can't sleep with all of this on, makes me restless" she said, easing Ella into undressing her, that last word could almost be smelled on the air. Maybe other girls or women like Ella had cute playful puppies on their chests, but Rakka's tits were hounds, firm yet giving boobs with a sizeable dark green areola surrounding hard and generous nipples that looked almost as menacing as herself.

If Elizar had his way, Rakka was going to be giving him more then nephews or nieces; He was due some brothers or sisters as well!

Anyway, he was just going to lay back and let Rakka convince his sister to let her fuck her right then and there, in front of him. It sounded insane that it would actually happen but, well...he wasn't ever going to bet against his partner.

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Ella started sweating profusely as she watched her brother's wife show off.

It wasn't the proximity, although she could all but feel the heat emanating from the orc's delicious breasts.

It wasn't the muscle tone, although the biceps and shoulders of the woman looked good enough to bite.

It wasn't the sweet, sweet smell of Rakka musk that she knew was just waiting for her.

It was the fact that the orc, his brother's wife, was about to fuck her.

She heard them talk. Heard some of their plan. And she had stayed quiet during the dinner as the introduction as she mulled the situation over.

She had wanted to kick her brother brutally for a while. Using her steel toed shoes for good measure but another bigger emotion burned under the surface which is why she couldn't even bring herself to look at the woman for too long at all:

Desire.

Ella was a virgin. Oh, she had kissed her share of boys...and girls. But she had been saving her virginity for the one day that she married. Keeping things classical, romantic and shit.

But here, right then and now, was sex. It wasn't so far future event in her wedding night and it wasn't with some imagined groom.

It was with her brother's wife and one of the hottest woman she had ever met.

And the thought of cheating on her brother with his own wife was just...

She was going to get fucked. Because she knew, as soon as she heard them talk, that she wasn't going to say "no".

And here she was.

"S-sure," She muttered as she extended two hands with trepidation towards the Orc's buckles.

They weren't puzzles. And they weren't hard.

Each time one of them came undone, her armor sagged in her frame and fell off a little bit more off the Orc. And with every inch of her armor off her body...was more Orc flesh revealed.

Round orbs of green delight started showing under a sweaty camisole. Like fruits that just begged to be caressed.

And with the last strap the whole leather work fell with a "thump" and the only thing keeping her from those tits was a layer of cotton barely more then a thread thick.

And then, before she could say anything the orc took her hands with her own and made her grip the garment. There were no further words as they rose and, with them, her under shirt, revealing acres of green skin in their paths.

Ella's eyes bulged as the shirt crept over the underside of her tits until, with a flash of dark green, her areolas appeared as if by magic and then the shirt climbed above the top of breast valleys.

And then, just like that, the shirt went over her head and the Orc was left topless before the young teenager.

Elizar in the side whistled his appriciation, the sight of his pal topless always being memorable.

All she could thing of, then, was how...aggressive those chesticles looked. This nipples were already erect, pointing at her like swords. And they weren't nunbs either, they were long enough to extend, as if they were made to force feed any hypothetical children of hers.

And then she could take it no more.

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" She asked, finally bold enough to look at the gorgeous woman in the eye. Except, it wasn't a question really. It was more of a statement.

And then one left hand shot out and grabbed Rakka's left tit. Holding in an icepick grip, her thumb pushing against the bottom of the breast just under her teat, she held it in her hands until the flesh spread around her fingers and pointed the nipple at her face.

Opening her mouth, she leaned forward and bit it.

Her teeth clapping over the dreamy flesh but not being able to even open the tough skin over them. Her tongue started to feel the nice soft puffy nub inside her, lapping up all the delicious pungent sweat glazed with orc skin oil. Her nose filled with acrid breast musk and she sucked her hard as she swallowed the slime she sucked of the tit.

It send a tint of electricity down her spine.

 

[Sigr]

Rakka grinned, seeing Ella sweating profusely as she worked all around her armor, she enjoyed the sight of the inexperienced girl working through her garments. She seemed anxious, eager yet warded, like she had some kind of conflict, but Rakka was more adept at fucking or fighting people that really reading into them. There they were, orc tits at plain sight, Rakka trying to ignore Elizar's usual admiration of her assets, more focused on Ella's eyes going wide at the sight of them. For a moment it seemed that the temptation, both visual and olfactory of those breasts wasn't going to work. Rakka almost grabbed Ella's head and pushed it between them as she had been before, this time without any armor in between. Maybe if she made her remove the rest of the undergarments she would take the bait, but Ella's words interrupted her luscious plans.

Rakka returned Ella's look, her eyes taking the unanswered question of the girl and replying to it with just a shine in her black eyes, a glint born from the knowledge that there was no going back. Rakka was about to talk, to move, but Ella's lust seemed to come to her like a broken dam, as the girl went crazy on her left tit. "Hmph, ugh" Rakka hissed lowly, the pressure sudden, the biting surprising, but it wasn't like she couldn't take a treatment way rougher than that girl was capable to dream. The orc just let her do for a while, like a mother that indulged her kids misbehaving, allowing Ella to explore before she would take a hand into it. "Good" her right hand caressed her hair, but soon she took hold of Ella's nape. "You only took a taste of this before, come and savor the whole of it" Rakka pushed Ella into herself, nesting her face between her knockers, making the girl take in the full impact of her sweaty cleavage. With Ella resting there, Rakka moved her hands to her own breasts, pressing them against her face, allowing him to move on her own but still feel smothered by that green ocean.

Orcs were usually more straightforward in their approach, and Rakka still was if the moment asked for a hurried quickie, but now she could indulge her rough playfulness. She wanted to pleasure Ella, give a show to Elizar and have her pound of meat, and the priorities certainly weren't in that order. "You like my taste? Try to not get drunk on it" Rakka guffawed, taking and pulling Ella's pigtails back to dislodge the girl from her nest, prompting a small yelp out of her lips. Rakka leaned in, soon pushing her meaty tongue into Ella's gasping mouth, forcing her way into herself, licking the back of her teeth, grazing her palate, struggling with the girls tongue. Her tusks made their mouths unable to seal perfectly, and soon that passionate kiss, if you could call that facial tongue fucking a kiss, was making drool drip down their chins.

With Ella stuck at her face, Rakka felt that she could let her cute braids go, so her hands could finally wander to the coveted price. Those green claws landed on the bountiful posterior without ceremony nor caressing warning, they were just thieves in the night, coming from nowhere to take what they thought belonged to them. Green fingers dug easily in, soft flesh spilling between them, and Rakka started to grope that ass as she was helping her family kneading the bread dough, strong and without pause. "We still have clothes on when we shouldn't" Rakka said after taking her first taste of that posterior, although she was far from finished with it, providing that there was a person who could get ever tired of such an ass. Leaving Ella on her own, stopping her tongue and hands Rakka just waited, seeing what a mess she had already done with her. Seeing Ella get both of them naked was going to be amusing, specially once she finally took a peek of her still unattended member, chubby but soft under that loincloth.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Rakka grinned, seeing Ella sweating profusely as she worked all around her armor, she enjoyed the sight of the inexperienced girl working through her garments. She seemed anxious, eager yet warded, like she had some kind of conflict, but Rakka was more adept at fucking or fighting people that really reading into them. There they were, orc tits at plain sight, Rakka trying to ignore Elizar's usual admiration of her assets, more focused on Ella's eyes going wide at the sight of them. For a moment it seemed that the temptation, both visual and olfactory of those breasts wasn't going to work. Rakka almost grabbed Ella's head and pushed it between them as she had been before, this time without any armor in between. Maybe if she made her remove the rest of the undergarments she would take the bait, but Ella's words interrupted her luscious plans.

Rakka returned Ella's look, her eyes taking the unanswered question of the girl and replying to it with just a shine in her black eyes, a glint born from the knowledge that there was no going back. Rakka was about to talk, to move, but Ella's lust seemed to come to her like a broken dam, as the girl went crazy on her left tit. "Hmph, ugh" Rakka hissed lowly, the pressure sudden, the biting surprising, but it wasn't like she couldn't take a treatment way rougher than that girl was capable to dream. The orc just let her do for a while, like a mother that indulged her kids misbehaving, allowing Ella to explore before she would take a hand into it. "Good" her right hand caressed her hair, but soon she took hold of Ella's nape. "You only took a taste of this before, come and savor the whole of it" Rakka pushed Ella into herself, nesting her face between her knockers, making the girl take in the full impact of her sweaty cleavage. With Ella resting there, Rakka moved her hands to her own breasts, pressing them against her face, allowing him to move on her own but still feel smothered by that green ocean.

Orcs were usually more straightforward in their approach, and Rakka still was if the moment asked for a hurried quickie, but now she could indulge her rough playfulness. She wanted to pleasure Ella, give a show to Elizar and have her pound of meat, and the priorities certainly weren't in that order. "You like my taste? Try to not get drunk on it" Rakka guffawed, taking and pulling Ella's pigtails back to dislodge the girl from her nest, prompting a small yelp out of her lips. Rakka leaned in, soon pushing her meaty tongue into Ella's gasping mouth, forcing her way into herself, licking the back of her teeth, grazing her palate, struggling with the girls tongue. Her tusks made their mouths unable to seal perfectly, and soon that passionate kiss, if you could call that facial tongue fucking a kiss, was making drool drip down their chins.

With Ella stuck at her face, Rakka felt that she could let her cute braids go, so her hands could finally wander to the coveted price. Those green claws landed on the bountiful posterior without ceremony nor caressing warning, they were just thieves in the night, coming from nowhere to take what they thought belonged to them. Green fingers dug easily in, soft flesh spilling between them, and Rakka started to grope that ass as she was helping her family kneading the bread dough, strong and without pause. "We still have clothes on when we shouldn't" Rakka said after taking her first taste of that posterior, although she was far from finished with it, providing that there was a person who could get ever tired of such an ass. Leaving Ella on her own, stopping her tongue and hands Rakka just waited, seeing what a mess she had already done with her. Seeing Ella get both of them naked was going to be amusing, specially once she finally took a peek of her still unattended member, chubby but soft under that loincloth.

The smell of Rakka was a heady acrid scent. Sour and strangely sweet, it made her head spin the breast she was so intent in sucking poked the inside of her mouth with that delicious nipple.

Ella couldn't believe what was happening. She honestly couldn't. Here she was latching on to one of the most luscious breasts she had ever seen, aside from her sister's of course, and she was practically feeding off of it.

And then that delicious ripe fruit was taking off her mouth, the clearly malicious Orcess make her stretch her lips bu pulling her away until, with a wet slurring sound, Rakka's nipple popped out of Ella's extended mouth.

"Come on!" She whined until, without expecting it, she was thrust into the greatest valley any human had ever known and she was practically engulfed by tit flesh all around her head, the weigh on her shoulders managing to be noticeable.

And if she THOUGHT that the orc smelled bad before, well, she was in for a surprise now~

Salty sweat rubbed Rakka's musky oil against her cheeks as she turned her head from side to side simply so that she would be able to breath. Soft ripe flesh surrounding her all around and the divine delectable musk coming out of it was enough to make her filled short of air, as if she was being drugged. So, of course, she did the obvious.

Raising her delicate hands to grab on to those melons, she gripped the mammaries from the sides, her fingers managing to indent on the fat organs. And then she held them taut she procceeded to glaze herself with the Orc woman's sweat, motorboating her as Ella pushed the Orc's tits into every part of herself.

Her nose trailed through the floor of her valley, taking in her tainted air, as she went up the countours of her breasts. Seeing nothing EXCEPT green, she openned her mouth and licked the first thing that came into it.

Which happened to be the inside of her right breast. Finding the flesh delectable, she slurped up a little bit of side of breast into her mouth and BIT into it.

It was like eating fruit.

The thought of leaving her OWN teeth marks on the Orc drove her into further and further debauchery, making her fight with the rough tit skin to leave her teeth indentation in it, the musky oil and sweat providing all the seasoning that she needed.

Elizar, on the side, was rendered speechless. Maybe his brand of perversion ran throught the family...

Ella, on the other hand, was taken out of it by the rough pull on her pig tails.

"H-hey, watch those!" She moaned as the tug, primed for SEX as she was, turned what should have been pain into pleasure.

And then all she knew was the mouth.

The young girl had kissed boys before. She had kissed girls too.

But she had never kissed an orc before.

Not that she believe anything could have prepared her for the tongue fucking she got.

The taste of the woman was good, but it was her actions that made it better. The tusks proded against Ella's upper lips as they were teased open and an invader came inside.

Stealing her breath, Ella could ONLY suck that bullying tongue of the Orc's, her own trailing to coil around it as her own saliva danced around Rakka's tusks to start dripping down her chin. But that was okay, because Rakka's own saliva was trailing down Ella's chin too.

Feeling her lower lips being pulled into the Orc's mouth, Ella couldn't help but shriek into her lover's oral orifice as she realized that kissing wasn't the only thing that she was doing.

Her glorious derrier, which she knew for sure was indeed glorious because it was the one thing everyone commented on, was for the first time in her life manhandled with the rough hands of the orc.

Her ass, behind her skirt, was sized by two sets of digits as they gripped it like they would two orbs.

And then they stretched, making her puckered anus stretch with them.

"Fucccccck" She moaned into the orc's face as fingers were sunk into her ass flesh and shaped into balls as they massaged them into sensitive masses of human ass bread.

It was with gulping breaths that Ella recieved the end of the the kiss, her face utterly flush with arousal as low lidded eyes watched his brother's wife, her whole brain now to turned on to the topic of straight up MATING to consider rejecting anything that happened from now on.

Her hair was splayed through her shoulders now, and when had that happened, but she didn't care. No, all she could do was see the reasonable arguments the person that she was about to fuck made.

She was right, clothes were useless! Why did they even wore clothes in the first place? Fuck them!

Taking her skirt into her hands, the young girl all but ripped it off her body as she lifted it off her head...to reveal a completely naked body beneath.

SHe had not been sure about fucking Rakka but...she had prepared all the same. And now that payed off!

Creamy skin that went all the way from her small breasts all the way to sun darken calfs, freckles "marred" her white skin all through out.

Titties that were bumps in her chest stood proudly with blood red areolas and erect nipples all ready to be used and abused.

Toned shoulders that none the less slimed down into her waist, where a pack of six abdominals lay, widen precariously into her generous hips proof enough that she could have children even if her breasts would have trouble feeding them. But it's not like their father was going to care about that~

Where her two creamy and muscled tights met, laid the biggest prize of all; her cooch.

Virgin as the day she was born, it was a simple straight slit. Her cunt hadn't yet gotten the rogering that would make her pussy lips engorge and grow to protect her vagina from foregin cocks. But all of this was hidden behind a generous bush of golden pubes.

The young miller girl had planned to present in herself to her mate. Let her see and enjoy what she had to offer. But no, she was too lusted, too feral, to enjoy any foreplay anymore.

All but attacking the Orc, the young blondie grabbed on to the hem of Rakka's loincloth and all but ripped it appart.

Only to be bumped in the head as a thick, green, delicious, malicious, meaty and heavy cock smacked her for her troubles.

'What the fuck is that!" She all but yell then, pointing at, somehow, angry looking dick.

She thought that all that talk about impregnating her was a joke!

Not the arousing reality!

 

[Sigr]

Rakka occasionally looked at Elizar's face of surprise and excitement as Ella not only accepted being treated by the orc like that, but also seemed to revel on it, biting her flesh as she was dove face first in those emerald seas that threatened to drown her, drooling and moaning against her mouth when she tongued her face, massaged her ass. Seeing that the girl even if inexperienced had a hunger that guided her around Rakka's body, that impulsed her to do more, to enjoy more, the orc had let her go.

Replacing her physicality with words, she was going to restrain herself and instead of tearing up their clothes and outright fucking her then and there, she let the young girl have some initiative. Make no mistake, even if she backed off, even how cute she was, Ella was going to get fucked no matter what, as it was to late to reign Rakka in with anything that weren't chains or a full detachment of guards. But if possible, Rakka wanted her to have a good fucking, something she was seemingly ready to enjoy. After all it was Ellane and her bitchy attitude the ones deserving a rougher and forceful fucking, not the cute Ella. In that place and moment, the older sister seemed a distant memory though, as Ella started to bare herself with a less delicate manner than expected.

A swift move revealed that Ella was wearing little, now nothing, readying herself for something that not only was unavoidable, but also welcomed. That white and beautiful flesh was almost blinding, the freckles seemed to burst out all around, as if her hidden passion was bursting out in dots all around her skin, besmirching that maiden palor. Her tits were as small as expected, but those little treats were so defiant, engorged crimson in that white body, that were tempting all the same. Her hips and abdomen, not to mention the strong legs she had already seen, showed that any descendants that Rakka could get from her would be strong and mighty as their mothers, but that wasn't the big prize.

Golden foliage was hiding it, as a mystical passage into a forbidden valley, her groin looked as girly as it was inviting, as cute as it was enticing. Rakka wanted to fondle it, to brush it, taste her insides and end up with blonde pubes between her tusks, but that would have to wait. Ella had obeyed both the orc's voice and her own instincts, baring not only herself as she approached to remove what little clothing was Rakka still wearing.

The fleshy clap could be heard all around the room, as Rakka's cock had smacked Ella in the face, as it was slapping her for the imprudence of releasing it. A green instrument of deep insemination looked at Ella, a tool that looked like it would be dangerously close to reaching the orc's knees if soft, but at the moment that thing's pulsing girth was far from soft. Thick and malleable foreskin was partially hiding a bloated dark green head, the hole slightly dripping shiny. Black thick hair was crowning that mast, stuck to her body and looking twice as filthy as the one on her head. Heavy, big green balls were hanging at plain sight, their content eager to be released.

"Orcs are just one gender, so this is my cock" Rakka divulged, rising that meat with her right hand. "This are my balls" she gently cupped with her left hand, pushing them upwards. "And that hidden there is my cunt" she finished, revealing her glistening and positively intoxicating pussy, an intricate construct of dark green folds that were hiding her opening. Her left hand moved to Ella's face, the rough calloused fingers showing as much care as they could, that wasn't saying much. "I want to taste you, but first..." her hand moved from face to shoulder, pushing Ella to her knees. "Get another taste of me, lick and suck this" Rakka smacked Ella's face again with that unwashed thing, as just the idea of getting to push her tongue into that foreskin and lap at the head was inebriating.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Rakka occasionally looked at Elizar's face of surprise and excitement as Ella not only accepted being treated by the orc like that, but also seemed to revel on it, biting her flesh as she was dove face first in those emerald seas that threatened to drown her, drooling and moaning against her mouth when she tongued her face, massaged her ass. Seeing that the girl even if inexperienced had a hunger that guided her around Rakka's body, that impulsed her to do more, to enjoy more, the orc had let her go.

Replacing her physicality with words, she was going to restrain herself and instead of tearing up their clothes and outright fucking her then and there, she let the young girl have some initiative. Make no mistake, even if she backed off, even how cute she was, Ella was going to get fucked no matter what, as it was to late to reign Rakka in with anything that weren't chains or a full detachment of guards. But if possible, Rakka wanted her to have a good fucking, something she was seemingly ready to enjoy. After all it was Ellane and her bitchy attitude the ones deserving a rougher and forceful fucking, not the cute Ella. In that place and moment, the older sister seemed a distant memory though, as Ella started to bare herself with a less delicate manner than expected.

A swift move revealed that Ella was wearing little, now nothing, readying herself for something that not only was unavoidable, but also welcomed. That white and beautiful flesh was almost blinding, the freckles seemed to burst out all around, as if her hidden passion was bursting out in dots all around her skin, besmirching that maiden palor. Her tits were as small as expected, but those little treats were so defiant, engorged crimson in that white body, that were tempting all the same. Her hips and abdomen, not to mention the strong legs she had already seen, showed that any descendants that Rakka could get from her would be strong and mighty as their mothers, but that wasn't the big prize.

Golden foliage was hiding it, as a mystical passage into a forbidden valley, her groin looked as girly as it was inviting, as cute as it was enticing. Rakka wanted to fondle it, to brush it, taste her insides and end up with blonde pubes between her tusks, but that would have to wait. Ella had obeyed both the orc's voice and her own instincts, baring not only herself as she approached to remove what little clothing was Rakka still wearing.

The fleshy clap could be heard all around the room, as Rakka's cock had smacked Ella in the face, as it was slapping her for the imprudence of releasing it. A green instrument of deep insemination looked at Ella, a tool that looked like it would be dangerously close to reaching the orc's knees if soft, but at the moment that thing's pulsing girth was far from soft. Thick and malleable foreskin was partially hiding a bloated dark green head, the hole slightly dripping shiny. Black thick hair was crowning that mast, stuck to her body and looking twice as filthy as the one on her head. Heavy, big green balls were hanging at plain sight, their content eager to be released.

"Orcs are just one gender, so this is my cock" Rakka divulged, rising that meat with her right hand. "This are my balls" she gently cupped with her left hand, pushing them upwards. "And that hidden there is my cunt" she finished, revealing her glistening and positively intoxicating pussy, an intricate construct of dark green folds that were hiding her opening. Her left hand moved to Ella's face, the rough calloused fingers showing as much care as they could, that wasn't saying much. "I want to taste you, but first..." her hand moved from face to shoulder, pushing Ella to her knees. "Get another taste of me, lick and suck this" Rakka smacked Ella's face again with that unwashed thing, as just the idea of getting to push her tongue into that foreskin and lap at the head was inebriating.

Ella saw them all.

The slobbering juicy bitch of a cunt with long flaps that were just begging to be chewed on.

The humongous solid balls of orcish sperm that hung like fruits in front of that.

And the disgustingly fetching green cock with it's hideous head. Just the horrible smell coming out of the sheathed tip made her want to gag~


And that's when she realized that she was on her knees staring straight at Rakka's sex organs. She was so hypnotized that she hadn't realized it had happened!

"I...you disgusting orcs are so weird," She slipped out, her musk drunk mind not being able to properly filter her mouth....even if it didn't to a lot of that to begin with.

"But...it's not like I have a choice right? Would be rude to give you blue balls," THe teenaged blonde muttered as she nervously looked at the cock. Convincing herself that....having a baby was the proper guestly thing to do after arousing her brother's wife for so long.

The pains of carrying it to term and birthing it...that was all small potatoes compared make the VERY beautiful orcess suffer from backed up semen in her balls.

And as she breath the air from the tip of the green futa's cock in, that was what the semgma and week old sperm inside Rakka's ball's scent adled brain of the young girl told her.

So, as befitting the timid virgin that she was, Ella reached out with a shaking hand....

And then siezed the green dick as she rushed in like a shark, mouth open as she all but crashed on the meat pole.

Biting on the foreskin covering the dark green spongy head, the salty thick skin was peeled back towards the base of the cock letting the crown of the dick free of it;'s prison.

"So fucking nasty!" Ella cried out as the semgma inside the dick rubbed into her cheek from the action.

Ella couldn't, in all honesty, suck a dick that was in a state like that.

Quite obviously, she had to clean it first~

Without another word, the flat chested girl dove into the neck of glans and started slurping up the piles of build up smegma, the sheer sour smell and taste making her eyes tear as her tongue traveled through the back and front of the dick.

"Shmgh," The miller's daughter chewed as her hands traveled the width of the green cock in hurried caresses.

"Sho tthigk," She muttered around the mouthful as she tried to get the cheesy susbtance into small enough gibbles to swallow. What else was she supposed to do with it?

Grimacing as she finally downed it all, audibly "gulping" as it all went to her stomach, she sighed as she breath a fresh bit of air.

Except it was cock tainted air and it only made her pussy further moist itself and her nipples erect as the desire to suck, NO, devour the dick intensified!

And, at that moment, she had to wonder: Why did she found it so terryfying before?

Kissing the top of the green loooooooooooooooooong dick, her lips sucking a little bit of the glans, she made her way down the hilt furiously kissing it.

Black curlies tickled her nose as she got to the base and, not being able to help herself!, she bit on a couple of pubic hairs and forcefully ripped them off!

Her tongue snaked out of her lips to suck the two vaginal hairs into her mouth...and swallow them.

She was supposed to do some licking, wasn't she? But no, she couldn't stop herself any longer.

Opening her baby lips until her mouth was a maw, she lifted the dick with some difficulty until it was pointing at it. And then she engulfed it with her mouth, slurping the cock slit in first before the glans slipped inside. Pre-cum bubbling from it slicked the way in and Ella's tongue started feeling tingly from the sexual fluid increasing the sensitivity of whatever it touched.

The cock widen as she continued on, not being able to stop until she had swallowed it all, and she almost threw up when the big cock head pushed aside her uvula, but she held in not even stopping for a second!

Her mouth was forced painfully open as she had to straighten herself, the cock going through her throat forcing her self to crane her back for her esophagus to accommodate the girth, making her self looked more like a mockery of a fish then anything actual human.

"Godsdamn," Elizar, being the perpetual spectator, could only muttered at the sight.

It was lucky, then, that just as the young teen was starting to feel the effects of oxygen starvation, she reached the base of Rakka's dick, the whole long breeding pole stuck inside her throat.

And then she finally made her trip back, mucous from her nose and tears from her eyes falling as her air deprived brain screamed for relief! But it was a short one, because as soon as she pulled out enough to breath, she went back in with all the fury of a woman going through a desert wishing for a sea of sperm.

 

[Sigr]

Rakka smiled while Ella looked at her groin in awe, giving her a bit of time to get acquainted with the sights and enjoy the smell, as she soon would be getting a taste of all that. The face of the young girl seemed to echo the usual disgust a maiden would feel at the sight of that horrendous green menace, all the tales of orcs attacking caravans or ransacking villages made veiny flesh, throbbing meat. As it couldn't be otherwise, Ella didn't hold that disgust for herself, and voiced it aloud, even if she was growing closer, her voice warmer, disposition open. Her hands were shaky and yet...

...Rakka felt Ella break against her cock like the waves of the ocean coming ashore. The cute girl bit and pulled, whined and licked, treating Rakka's dick cheese like some kind of bridal feast, munching on it like she wanted to savor it. Her hands along the length of her green cock helped, but it was Ella's mouthful talking and wild treatment of her dick the ones that were getting her harder and harder. Either Elizar's family were quite messed up in the head or it was their raiding ancestry talking through their blood, as Ella was far from being a demure damsel cowering before the might of orc cock, and attacked it with gusto.

"Ow" Rakka cooed, when Ella was even tearing and swallowing her dirty pubes, more delight than pain. "The little girl knows to toy" Rakka grunted, "but does she know to suck?" guffawed, glancing at the enraptured Elizar and returning to look at Ella in defiance. The little sister took the challenge in stride, as she soon engulfed that dark engorged dick head, a sizeable and tasty treat for a girl her size. Under the tongue treatment it was taking, it started to ooze more and more sticky precum, overly sweet nectar of an overripe fruit.

But Ella was possessed by some unexpected force, and Rakka didn't even have to grab her head to push more cock in, as the girl was impaling her face on that green pole by herself, choking and gagging all along but without stopping until her nose had reached those greasy pubes. "Fuck the spirits, she made it" Rakka couldn't help but gasp, both surprised and pleasured. The best thing was that Ella didn't see going balls deep as a once in a lifetime milestone, as she went on that huge cock again as soon as she had caught a sloppy breath. Rakka accepted her eagerness, and soon her brutish hands took hold of her head and started to fuck her face at a brisker pace that she found acceptable.

"Oh fuck, she's good, so tight" Rakka said after a dozen thrusts, now as hard as she could get, positioning awkwardly almost over the girl, her legs spread wide. The orc took a pause to see the work of art and allow Ella to breathe more than a couple times. The whole area could be considered a fucking disaster, as it seemed like a wild ooze had attacked Ella's face and Rakka had killed it bludgeoning with her cock. Threads of sticky fluids set bridges between goop dick and drooling mouth, a mixture of Rakka's precum and Ella's saliva, while tears fell along her cheeks from those reddened eyes.

"Your sister is hungry even after dinner. No wonder she's got that ass" Rakka laughed while Ella recovered her breath, and soon got back close to her, but stopped her eager head with a hand. "Wait, if you want a feast, you are going to get one" Rakka said. "I've got a couple of shots here, at least" she judged, obscenely cupping her balls. "So I can let you taste one, but first, lay down" the orc instructed, helping the dizzy girl rest on her back. "Now we can make a mess of your face" Rakka said, as if it wasn't already.

The orc knelt above Ella's face, her cock pointing to the rest of her body. That green cunt was dripping tang honey all over her face while she moved, the fat testicles hanging heavy just above. "Go, take a rest by licking, biting and sucking on all I have" Rakka's voice was playful as she downed her groin on the girl. That floppy pussy threatened to engulf half her face, allowing Ella to see what kind of cunt one needed to take an orc cock without trouble. The balls hung around her mouth, waiting to be tended, positively full of spunk to knock her up. "Once I'm close, this goes back in" Rakka reminded, taking hold of her hard cock and banging Ella's flat chest with it. "So I can give you some nourishment, and we make sure I last longer before the second one" with those seas of green between them Ella couldn't quite see it, but Rakka was smiling wide.

"We want it to last, after all" she laughed, allowing Ella to play with all her bits while she lazily pumped her cock.

 

[Lookingforthis]

Rakka smiled while Ella looked at her groin in awe, giving her a bit of time to get acquainted with the sights and enjoy the smell, as she soon would be getting a taste of all that. The face of the young girl seemed to echo the usual disgust a maiden would feel at the sight of that horrendous green menace, all the tales of orcs attacking caravans or ransacking villages made veiny flesh, throbbing meat. As it couldn't be otherwise, Ella didn't hold that disgust for herself, and voiced it aloud, even if she was growing closer, her voice warmer, disposition open. Her hands were shaky and yet...

...Rakka felt Ella break against her cock like the waves of the ocean coming ashore. The cute girl bit and pulled, whined and licked, treating Rakka's dick cheese like some kind of bridal feast, munching on it like she wanted to savor it. Her hands along the length of her green cock helped, but it was Ella's mouthful talking and wild treatment of her dick the ones that were getting her harder and harder. Either Elizar's family were quite messed up in the head or it was their raiding ancestry talking through their blood, as Ella was far from being a demure damsel cowering before the might of orc cock, and attacked it with gusto.

"Ow" Rakka cooed, when Ella was even tearing and swallowing her dirty pubes, more delight than pain. "The little girl knows to toy" Rakka grunted, "but does she know to suck?" guffawed, glancing at the enraptured Elizar and returning to look at Ella in defiance. The little sister took the challenge in stride, as she soon engulfed that dark engorged dick head, a sizeable and tasty treat for a girl her size. Under the tongue treatment it was taking, it started to ooze more and more sticky precum, overly sweet nectar of an overripe fruit.

But Ella was possessed by some unexpected force, and Rakka didn't even have to grab her head to push more cock in, as the girl was impaling her face on that green pole by herself, choking and gagging all along but without stopping until her nose had reached those greasy pubes. "Fuck the spirits, she made it" Rakka couldn't help but gasp, both surprised and pleasured. The best thing was that Ella didn't see going balls deep as a once in a lifetime milestone, as she went on that huge cock again as soon as she had caught a sloppy breath. Rakka accepted her eagerness, and soon her brutish hands took hold of her head and started to fuck her face at a brisker pace that she found acceptable.

"Oh fuck, she's good, so tight" Rakka said after a dozen thrusts, now as hard as she could get, positioning awkwardly almost over the girl, her legs spread wide. The orc took a pause to see the work of art and allow Ella to breathe more than a couple times. The whole area could be considered a fucking disaster, as it seemed like a wild ooze had attacked Ella's face and Rakka had killed it bludgeoning with her cock. Threads of sticky fluids set bridges between goop dick and drooling mouth, a mixture of Rakka's precum and Ella's saliva, while tears fell along her cheeks from those reddened eyes.

"Your sister is hungry even after dinner. No wonder she's got that ass" Rakka laughed while Ella recovered her breath, and soon got back close to her, but stopped her eager head with a hand. "Wait, if you want a feast, you are going to get one" Rakka said. "I've got a couple of shots here, at least" she judged, obscenely cupping her balls. "So I can let you taste one, but first, lay down" the orc instructed, helping the dizzy girl rest on her back. "Now we can make a mess of your face" Rakka said, as if it wasn't already.

The orc knelt above Ella's face, her cock pointing to the rest of her body. That green cunt was dripping tang honey all over her face while she moved, the fat testicles hanging heavy just above. "Go, take a rest by licking, biting and sucking on all I have" Rakka's voice was playful as she downed her groin on the girl. That floppy pussy threatened to engulf half her face, allowing Ella to see what kind of cunt one needed to take an orc cock without trouble. The balls hung around her mouth, waiting to be tended, positively full of spunk to knock her up. "Once I'm close, this goes back in" Rakka reminded, taking hold of her hard cock and banging Ella's flat chest with it. "So I can give you some nourishment, and we make sure I last longer before the second one" with those seas of green between them Ella couldn't quite see it, but Rakka was smiling wide.

"We want it to last, after all" she laughed, allowing Ella to play with all her bits while she lazily pumped her cock.

"But I want your coooock," Ella whined, voice a bit rough from her throat fucking, as Rakka stopped her from going down on her dick again. Her lips were stretched out, trying to get but a simple suck but the vile animal woman wouldn't let her!

However, the reassurances of the futa orc proved that she wasn't such a bad sort. Merely a teasing animal and Ella could handle that!

Eagerly getting on her back, the flat chested teen breath rapidly as her heart beat was only just increasing from the horrible amount of orcish pheromones in her blood stream.

"Wait, make a mess out of my face? Didn't you say you were going to feed me your cock later?" She asked confused, but happily. So this wasn't JUST a simple change of sexual positions. Was she going to get more throat cock rimmings while laying down? She ran the chance of drowning on her jizz if so, but the danger was so stereotypical of the marauding Orcish stories that she loved it!

But her eyes widen as matter became clear and she gazed at the most disgusting pussy she had EVER seen in her life. And she had seen a few. An almost gaping hole was hidden away by long purple flaps. Looking almost like cooked slices of beef they slobbered thin but runny drops of orcish arousal into her already watered eyes. Having to blink a bit as it got to her nose, her mouth and her chin, she was bumped in the head by the softest but heavy balls she had ever seen.

Hairy and wrinkly, if Rakka had an arousing smelling pussy she had a stomach churning pair of testicles. The aroma of week old sperm seemed to seep through the flesh, the sweat pours from which the legion of curly hairs that hung from it giving off a sickening smell.

Honestly, the orc didn't really have to tell her what to do, thought Elizar as his Partner mounted his little sister's face. He didn't think she would do anything BUT that if no one mentioned anything. Surruptiously, one of his hands had gone down inside his pants and his rough fingers had begun massaging his spongy head.

A tongue that darted out of her mouth cleaned the immediately moist parts of her lips and cheeks. Such was the feast before her that she didn't know where to start!

Which is why when her hands darted under the orc to violently grap her ass and spread it wide she went for the most closer of the meals before her; Rakkas anus.

Pucker blackened lips blinked at her as she pulled the green ass towards her face and she kissed orifice with the same passion she had kissed the orc's face. Her tongue darted inside the door to her innards and pulled the upper part of her ring inside her lips. The outside of them were crisp and delectable. The inside moist and delicious.

Ella had honestly never given a rim job to anyone before. But she knew that she simply HAD to taste everything the Orcish woman had. And with that thought, she widen her mouth and engulfed the whole anal ring inside her maw and began pulling as she sucked for dear life. As if she were trying to prolapse Rakka's anus.

 

[Sigr]

"Anh- ah... hahaha!" Rakka was half moaning half laughing, as Ella split her green ass cheeks and went face first to tongue her asshole. "Fuck girl... oh..." she grunted, trembling a bit but still steady on her powerful legs. "She's ah! tonguing my ass like crazy..." Rakka informed Elizar, so he would exactly know what was going on even if the view was impeded. "That's like starting a meal with the dessert... damn Ella, you have a hungry mouth" Rakka admitted that the cute and virginal girl had nothing to envy from the filthiest and sluttiest people that Rakka had enjoyed in her ass in the past, making up her experience with enthusiasm.

Rakka's pussy was dripping on Ella's neck, starting to form small pools of sticky fluid in every gap they could. Rakka's calloused hands landed on Ella's flat chest, and briefly leaning on her, she moved her hips so shift her posture. Now it was the small girl's nose the one that occupied that nasty ass, the tongue work allowing it to slide right in. That allowed for Rakka's pussy to eat as much of Ella's face as the girl was supposed to be eating that cunt, while the round, hairy, heavy balls rested below her chin. "Slap my ass every time you need to breathe" Rakka instructed with a laugh, rising for a moment so the girl could take air, then going down once more.

Even if she had been mostly idle while her ass was being eaten, she didn't intent do be so while her cunt received the treatment. It was true that Ella didn't have much of a chest to speak of, if any, her tits being barely bumps there, but that wouldn't stop the orc to grope and claw at them. Rakka grabbed and stretched them, as if she could pull more boobs from inside the girl's chest, leaving thick red marks of her ruthless fingers all around her chest. Rising up every time Ella made her butt jiggle with a desperate slap in search for air, Rakka soon was back on her face, returning to play with Ella's breast in a new way, be it by twisting the nipples or pinching them. Rakka outright slapped what little titflesh was available, now swollen by the mistreatment, that unattended and throbbing cock resting in the middle of her chest.

It had been a week since Rakka had been able to empty her heavy nuts, and now she wanted it more than anything, even if that meant cutting short the cunt feast Ella was having with her meaty pussy. "Take a few good breaths, you are going to need it" Rakka warned, rising her hips to free Ella's mouth from her fleshy embrace. The girls face was a mess, wet with her sticky fluids, red with passion and lack of air and a general intoxicated look on her cunt drunk eyes. "How did you say it before?" Rakka asked, shifting back a bit and looking down to Ella's face. "That you wanted my cooooock" she impersonated her thirsty whining, sounding laughable. "Do it, say it again" Rakka asked, taking hold of her green cock and slapping Ella all around with the engorged head, gasping a bit with every clap.

 

[Lookingforthis]

"Anh- ah... hahaha!" Rakka was half moaning half laughing, as Ella split her green ass cheeks and went face first to tongue her asshole. "Fuck girl... oh..." she grunted, trembling a bit but still steady on her powerful legs. "She's ah! tonguing my ass like crazy..." Rakka informed Elizar, so he would exactly know what was going on even if the view was impeded. "That's like starting a meal with the dessert... damn Ella, you have a hungry mouth" Rakka admitted that the cute and virginal girl had nothing to envy from the filthiest and sluttiest people that Rakka had enjoyed in her ass in the past, making up her experience with enthusiasm.

Rakka's pussy was dripping on Ella's neck, starting to form small pools of sticky fluid in every gap they could. Rakka's calloused hands landed on Ella's flat chest, and briefly leaning on her, she moved her hips so shift her posture. Now it was the small girl's nose the one that occupied that nasty ass, the tongue work allowing it to slide right in. That allowed for Rakka's pussy to eat as much of Ella's face as the girl was supposed to be eating that cunt, while the round, hairy, heavy balls rested below her chin. "Slap my ass every time you need to breathe" Rakka instructed with a laugh, rising for a moment so the girl could take air, then going down once more.

Even if she had been mostly idle while her ass was being eaten, she didn't intent do be so while her cunt received the treatment. It was true that Ella didn't have much of a chest to speak of, if any, her tits being barely bumps there, but that wouldn't stop the orc to grope and claw at them. Rakka grabbed and stretched them, as if she could pull more boobs from inside the girl's chest, leaving thick red marks of her ruthless fingers all around her chest. Rising up every time Ella made her butt jiggle with a desperate slap in search for air, Rakka soon was back on her face, returning to play with Ella's breast in a new way, be it by twisting the nipples or pinching them. Rakka outright slapped what little titflesh was available, now swollen by the mistreatment, that unattended and throbbing cock resting in the middle of her chest.

It had been a week since Rakka had been able to empty her heavy nuts, and now she wanted it more than anything, even if that meant cutting short the cunt feast Ella was having with her meaty pussy. "Take a few good breaths, you are going to need it" Rakka warned, rising her hips to free Ella's mouth from her fleshy embrace. The girls face was a mess, wet with her sticky fluids, red with passion and lack of air and a general intoxicated look on her cunt drunk eyes. "How did you say it before?" Rakka asked, shifting back a bit and looking down to Ella's face. "That you wanted my cooooock" she impersonated her thirsty whining, sounding laughable. "Do it, say it again" Rakka asked, taking hold of her green cock and slapping Ella all around with the engorged head, gasping a bit with every clap.

"Oh gooooood!" Ella moaned as she felt her tittied being pulled and man handled by the horrible Orc~

Despite being mostly flat, her areolas covered a great deal of the bumps that she had for breasts. In addition, while her chesticles might be lacking, her nipples...were not. At almost an inch long each, these long puffy feeding flesh tubes were the sole reason why she bother wearing any bras at all. Otherwise, she would make nipple indentations in any shirt she wore!

Rakka's clawed fingers tortured her breast sex organs until she was almost dislocating her jaw moaning outloud into the greenskin's ass. But that was to be her undoing as she realized that she wasn't screaming into a nice blackened asshole ring.

The realization came when filthy floppy pussy lips were deposited in her open maw. It almost felt like meaty leaves were stuffing her mouth. Leaves glazed with the sweetest girlcum nectar she had ever tasted.

So she did the only thing she could; She chewed.

Her nose had squished against the valleys of Rakka's asscheeks, the spread of the Orc's legs making them close as she made Ella better access to her cunt. Her baby nose dented against the closed puckered hole and opened it slightly as her nostrils found themselves finally free to breath. But not air. Rather, the fetid aroma being pulled out straight from the Orc's colon with Ella's every breath.

"You know, I've always joked about it, but I don't think Ella is going to be worthy of marriage after this," Elizar simply HAD to opine as his dick got bigger and bigger with every sample of deranged sexual deviancy he was seeing. Before today he hadn't even known what his younger sister's titties looked like. And now Rakka's testicles were moving up and down as Ella worked her jaw to suck and EAT Rakka's cunt.

"Slurp, Schlork, gluck."

Ella very audibly sucked in the orc's girlcum as she ran the lower lips of Rakka's puss in her lips. Trying, and failing, to swallow the petal slaking her thirst.

Obviously, pretty soon she felt like she was going to pass out.

Tears started streaming through her cheeks as oxygen deprivation started to make her feel dizzy again. All the amonia she was forcing out Rakka's asshole went straight to her lungs and wasn't helping matters much.

Altough, to be honest, the heavy cock resting it's whole weight on her stomach and the amazingly humongious testicles resting on her throat didn't make breathing any easier either!

Weakly tapping Rakka's ass with her hands, the young teenager gagged for breath as the former rose.

Winces of delightful pain passed through her face as her erect nipples and titties were slapped around and, oxygen desperate as she was, she didn't hear a request.

She heard a command.

"COOOOOOCK. I NEED YOUR COOOOOOOOCK!" She desperately croaked out loud, hard enough that Elizar was begging to get precupied that someone would hear in other parts of the house. He needn't have worried though.

Rakka's cock slaps shut her up soon enough.

Leaving sticky smears, Ella's head snapped in the direction that the green cock laid her.

"COOOC-" She started to demand again when the next cock slap came, laying her head to the other side. Small red spots that were going to turn into small purple spots in the morning from the sexual violence being laid in her started to appear with every slap, the Orcess marking her in more then one way.

"Please you dumb beast, I need that flail inside meeeeeeeee~" Ella whined as she groped the Orc by her thighs, looking at her with eyes full of desperation.

 

[Sigr]

Ella had been going at her cunt with the hunger of a pig feasting on an overripe watermelon, twice as messy if one took a look at her sticky face. "Many men would want to marry a girl this horny, specially sporting that ass of hers" Rakka laughed at Elizar's comment. "Those men will be the ones that aren't worthy, as none of them will be able to match the void left by this" the orc emphasized the comment tensing her muscles a bit, making her cock rise to heavily fall on Ella's chest again. "She will have her hands full with your nephews and nieces though..." she added, wondering what kind of offspring would she have.

As time went by and Ella begged, asked, commanded and howled for cock, Rakka was more than pleased to give it to her, as the time was close. Rising her hips above Ella's face, Rakka's cock diligently followed, throbbing like it was about to explode, something closer to reality than expected. "Take a deep breath and open wide, I won't stop until I come" a warning born from caring and a threat formed by her lust, in the end, advice that Ella would have to follow if she wanted to be conscious for the ordeal. Rakka took hold of that springy, hard cock, and forced it downwards for it to look at Ella, dripping globs of heralding fluid over her face.

Once the girl's battered nipples rose from the intake of air, Rakka downed herself back on Ella, cock in mouth without mercy, inch after inch of green meat puffed cheecks, bulged throat and went on to base. "Fucking spirits, I won't last-" she groaned, feeling Ella's slippery insides, but she was going to make it count. Moving her hips back, she pulled halfway out, only to push herself back again with a vengeance, as if she was fucking the air out of that girl, wanting to reach her cunt the wrong way. "Fuck!" two complete thrusts more, and at the bottoming out of the third one Ella could feel the balls twitch and pulse on her face, a warning that was only a fraction a second early, as soon that nasty spunk traveled Rakka's length in a torrent that seemed eager to fill her stomach.

Grabbing unto those barely there tits, Rakka shot unfathomable quantities of that orc jelly, as white as the human one but dense as sap, with an aggressive taste that belonged in the most aged of cheeses, a smell that could scare packs of wolves a mile away. Rakka stirred and shook, a silly grin of pleasure on her face, eyes rolling up for a moment. As soon as she was done, she pulled that dripping stick of meat out of Ella, as one thing was fucking her silly, another one murdering someone with her cock. It happened once, and it was funny as hell, but it wasn't what Rakka wanted or Ella deserved, so she softly slapped Ella's face, making sure she was conscious and breathing after that ordeal.

Sitting on the messed up bedding, Rakka was sporting a half chub, something menacing by itself, but it would be soon back for more action and fulfilling the promise of painting Elizar's family tree with a thick green brush. "I'll be fucking you soon enough, girl" Rakka barked, comfortably sitting. "But I have waited long enough to get myself a slice of ass pie" she grinned. "Come here and put that thing into my face so I can delve on it" Rakka commanded, rubbing her hands together as she was about to have herself a banquet, nothing too far from reality.