Dagor Dagorath - 1x1 Lôminzil / Jukha [LeaT x Prince]

Jukha's mouth continued to hang open, but he made no sound as he watched the witch begin to sway by the fire. He was completely spellbound as were all his men, who had frozen in their tasks to watch Lôminzil's show. If she knew she had an audience it didn't seem to bother her and Jukha had a surge of pride as the witch seemed to dance only for him. The orc's long simmering lust began to boil over and he felt his loins flood with heat. The delights she'd hid under those furs were well worth the wait. Her skin was as dark as the starlit night above, yet seemed to shine as the firelight rippled across her. Modest curves around her breasts and hips, at least relative to Jukha's orcish tastes, matched her lean frame well. Those curves were certainly still full enough to make his hardening cock twitch in anticipation.

Every swing of her hips brought her closer and Jukha found himself frozen in place. If this was some witch magic she worked on him to keep him still and silent, he was an all too willing victim. Only when she threw herself down and placed her chest into his lap did Jukha find his voice and regain command over his paralyzed body. She was his now, Jukha believed, and whatever spell her dancing had wrought had ended.

Lôminzil had made him feel like the King Orc himself. The dance had been an erotic offering that would be worthy of even the Dark Lord. How envious must his men feel right now? They dared not even joke, but watched in voyeuristic silence. Jukha's couldn't fight the smug smile that had crept onto his face.

His meaty hands reached down to squeeze Lôminzil's round ass, cupping the twin globes of her firm cheeks. Claws lightly scratched her shimmering dark skin as he dragged his fingers up her body, starting on her rear and moving up her sleek back until they reached her neck. This flesh would be his. One hand gripped her by the nape of her neck as the other reached to cup the side of her head. Twisting her face to look up at him, her torso was forced sideways and he could feel her flank rubbing against the long, hard cock that had escaped his loincloth and now ran down his inner thigh.

"You know how to tease an orc, witch. I give you that," grunted Jukha as he let his eyes travel down Lôminzil's naked, half-twisted body. He liked the feeling of easily bending her to his will, she was so weak and delicate compared to the Orcesses he usually fucked. Those women could rip his arm off if he wasn't careful. Perhaps he could get used to fucking humans, especially ones as sexy as this one. "Now... let's see if you know how to please an orc as well."

Jukha's hands pushed Lôminzil up to kneeling and then pulled her roughly forward to kiss him. His tusked mouth closed on hers and his powerful tongue invaded her, questing past her lips to explore her mouth. It was a savage, wet, and powerful kiss, one that released all of his pent up desire and frustration. Her scent and taste flooded his senses. He found her flavor as exotic as her skin and maddeningly intoxicating. She was like a strange, forbidden fruit and he was gorging himself unabashedly. He had wanted her all day, all night, and now, in full view of his jealous men, he was finally getting to have her. The kiss was a statement of his intent, he would take her right now, roughly and in any way he desired.

Jukha knew his tusks were a physical reminder to Lôminzil that he was still a deadly beast. Those white blades, inches long and sharp, grazed her cheeks threateningly as they kissed, though he was careful to leave not a mark. A hand tangled in Lôminzil's short hair to tug her head back and force her chin up before his long tongue licked down to tease her slender neck. The menacing tusks brushed against the tender skin of her throat, pushing against one pulsing artery full of her lifeblood. A nick there and she would be dead. Did she sense the danger, or was she too consumed with lust to care? Maybe the thrill of death even aroused her? He'd seen that reaction before in the captive humans he'd enjoyed.

Slap.

The open handed blow to her cheek came with no warning. It wasn't playful like Lôminzil's slap had been earlier, but also not hard enough to truly hurt.

"That was for earlier today. Do not embarrass me in front of my troops," growled Jukha. His hands gripped her ass and he pulled her onto his lap, straddling him, before he reached down to untie his loincloth and pull his fully hard cock up between them. That thick tube of meat would seem massive to a human and it throbbed with need as it pushed against her bare belly. The tip glistened in the darkness as a pearly drop of pre-cum caught flickers of firelight.

"Have you ever tasted orc cock before, my witch?"

She may have hid her fear and anxiety well but as she felt Jukha's strong clawed hands squeeze her ass her heart raced. It was one thing to plan such a thing in the safety of her library but something much more to be doing it in the flesh. Not that she had not had her share of experience with strong and lusty males, in fact she very much enjoyed the erotic arts. She had bedded some of the finest and strongest warriors in Umbar, but none of it was quite like the beast she had so thoroughly offered herself to this night. She arched her back as his claws lightly scratched their way from her bottom, up her spine to take her head and neck like a pet. She smiled up at him as he forced her to look at him, trying not to look too surprised as she felt the shear thickness of him. This was going to hurt, she told herself, but she was no stranger to pain and found herself oddly attracted to it.

"I must say I have no idea what you are talking about." She said with mock innocence as Jukha discussed her teasing him. She ran a hand up his strong chest, his skin more like a hide than that of a human. Still his muscles promised a night of passion she would not soon forget. She worried for a moment that he was going to make her suck his thick orc cock, not that she wasn't going to do that at some point, but that wasn't her plan just yet. She relaxed as he pulled her up onto his lap and kissed her deeply. She eagerly parted her lips and let her tongue entwine with his. Part of her exotic flavor was the licorice taste of the poison she had swished into her mouth just before beginning her dance. It was enough to easily kill the two of them, except that she had already drank the antidote while figuring their location. Jukha had less than an hour to live, perhaps a bit more because of his size, unless Lôminzil decided to give him the antidote, which was unlikely.

Lôminzil used one hand to grip one of his sharp tusks as if she might hope to keep him from tearing her open. It was more for show than a thought that she might actually be able to defend herself. Her other hand reached downward and stroked the thick shaft emerging from his lioncloth to run along his powerful thigh. She made clear she wasn't at all afraid of him, that she was as eager for what was about to happen as he was. It would take a while for the poison to begin to take affect. He would have nearly a half an hour to do as he pleased with her. But eventually he would begin to tire and then she would have him right where she wanted him.

They had kissed more than enough for him to seal his own fate by the time he pulled her head back roughly. She thought he might rip her throat out for a moment, savoring the irony of such a death though she would at least have her revenge soon. But he didn't slay her, instead simply showing his strength and dominance. She liked that, being put in her place, but she knew it wouldn't last. She moaned as he kissed and licked and threatened her soft throat. She reacted to such acts of dominance with an arousal of her own and she squeezed his thick cock head with her small soft hand. She felt the thick precum oozing from his tip and rubbed it around his head and shaft. Between them she would at least be well lubricated when he thrust himself inside her.

She was completely surprised by his sudden slap. She saw more stars than what were in the night sky for a few moments. She shook her dazed head, knowing she would be bruised tomorrow and that fit her purposes as well. "I promise, to never embarrass you before your orcs again." She said, knowing her words were true, though perhaps not in the way he had hoped. She found herself back on his lap, her naked sex defenseless and bare so close to his throbbing member. As he untied his loincloth she thought perhaps he was going to take her right then and there. But then he asked his question, and Lôminzil smiled at him. "May I now?" She asked as if he had just offered her a treasure beyond imagination. She slipped down from his lap and back on her knees before him. She took the position of submission that all orcs, and most men loved. Her small soft hands stroked and caressed his length for a moment as she licked her lips. She looked up and around for a moment, as if she were noticing for the first time the intense stares of the orc party watching her. She gave Jukha one last look before nodding her head and stretching her warm wet lips around the head of his massive cock.

The witch's almost spicy taste lingered in his mouth and Jukha licked his lips to savor her flavor. If her mouth tasted this good, he couldn't help but wonder about the rest of her body! He would make it a point to find out and run his tongue over every inch of the teasing woman. Dark Lord take his soul, she was heating him up so badly! Was that cursed fire right beside them? His face felt flushed and his loins burned with hot need. Had any woman ever stirred his passion so?

She took his slap well and Jukha felt a primal satisfaction in listening to her apologetic promise to respect him. Yes, she was delicate and helpless, but what should normally be pathetic to him was strangely arousing tonight. She only made him feel more powerful as she yielded before his fierce will. That eager submission was intoxicating and, in fact, he did feel almost drunk as he watched her kneel to service his aching cock. Maybe feverish was the better word, for his skin burned and every sense seemed on fire.

"Yes, you may," grunted Jukha as she so sweetly asked permission to taste him. Jukha felt like he was sitting on top of the world, as if on the peak of Caradhras itself. Sucking his cock should be an honor for someone like her. Really it was a reward that any woman would crave to receive. The glance she gave to his men reminded him that all of them were witnessing this glorious display of his power. Her hands were working his thick shaft, stroking him and milking more fluid out his throbbing meat. Dark Lord, he was already too hot and another wave of fire seemed to flood him emanating from the woman's lips as she stretched them around the crown of his dick.

How did she make him burn so?

"Mhmm... Yes. Suck me. You are... I'm so... hot," moaned Jukha. It was hard to think now and difficult to make a sentence. Was he sweating? Jukha didn't have to think, though, all he had to do was enjoy Lôminzil's warm mouth and soft hands. She twisted her wrists, palms rubbing faster, while her face began to bob on his manhood. Strong orc hands went to her head and he began to guide her mouth himself. She needed to take more of him, he had to feel his cock deeper in her throat. The powerful orc began pushing her lips further with every bob of her head, holding her down longer when she seemed to balk, and pulling her up for air only briefly. He didn't care if she was a gagging, sloppy mess from his savage use, he would show her how to please him properly. There, she had it now, her throat battered beyond resistance and Jukha threw back his head to give a low, guttural growl of pleasure.

There was something else he wanted from her... what was it? Fuck, it was so hard to think with this fever in his body and his cock hilted in her quivering throat. Information. That is what he wanted. He knew she pursued the piece of the sun, but where was she trying to take it? If he learned her destination, she was truly useless to him except as a fuck toy. He could kill her one night and take all the glory himself. The Dark Lord would reward him greatly. And in the meantime, well, he could use her like this. There was no doubt he could get her to talk, just look at her now.

"Very good," panted Jukha as he pulled her off his cock and lifted her to his face using one firm hand around her throat. He squeezed, his thick fingers cutting off her breath for a moment, and studied her eyes. Was there resistance in them? It was hard to focus and why did his lips feel so hot? They still tasted spicy like the witch as he licked them clean again. He could kill her so easily, but she still had more pleasure to give. He spun her around and pulled her onto his lap with her back tight to his chest. A forearm locked over her throat and his tusked mouth nuzzled into one of her ears. He brought his saliva coated cock up between her legs and let it rub against her bare sex. "And now... I want this... all of this... inside of you."

In other circumstances Lôminzil might have considered Jukha an almost perfect mate. Fierce, strong, and thinking more with his cock head than the one on his shoulders. His pesky questions from the ride seemed to be forgotten as the promise of her sexual submission became primary in his little orc brain. He continued to babble somewhat, confusing the effects of the poison with his animal lust towards her. She did nothing to help him learn and even if she wanted to her mouth was full of his engorged meat. The taste of orc must be an acquired one as she found him bitter and foul, almost thankful for the taste of poison still in her mouth. Her jaw began to ache slightly from trying to open so wide around him and sparing him her teeth at least to start. Reflexively her mouth began to water and helped dilute his musk, though he began to ooze thick orc precum. She tried to ignore the foulness of him and soon had to struggle with him forcing more and more of it into her mouth.

She didn't gag, she had learned to suppress that particular reaction, though she did struggle mildly. Her struggle was more for his benefit than any panic from her, orcs were cruel and domineering creatures, they would want to see her resist. She squirmed and pretended to pull back as he thrust her deeper onto his cock, his large hand controlling her head. At first she placed her hands on his thighs, as if trying to fight him. Eventually one soft hand went to his shaft, trying to limit how much he could thrust into her, the other went lower, cupping his huge balls. She squeezed his over-ripe fruit, making an unseen face at the idea of swallowing the product of such large full spheres. She used her fingers to caress his hairy sack, her touch gentle and feminine. He pushed her so far down his shaft she felt her throat stretch about him. She coughed a muffled cough several times, no matter how tight she gripped his shaft, she couldn't stop him from forcing himself deeper into her throat. Her small hand simply squeezed closer to the base of his cock as her lips were forced deeper.

Finally she released his shaft as he forced his full length into her. Her nose wriggled as it was pressed to his hairy base, tickling slightly. When he did let her up, her spit mixed with his precum lathered his shaft and trickled down her chin. She coughed again, thick globs of their mess dripping down his shaft only to be slurped up again as he forced her back down. Each time he filled her throat she swallowed hard and often, her stretched neck muscles caressing his length. As he leaned back and growled his pleasure she only hoped he would cum with his cock down her throat so she wouldn't have to taste it. But then she was surprised as he pulled her off his cock and onto his lap.

She choked there for a moment with his fist around her slender neck. He lifted her so easily she felt like a child's play thing. Her eyes met his and for a moment she showed a glimpse of fear, as if she thought he might just squeeze the life out of her. She thought the only thing saving her was the promise of more pleasure. Her dark body hung from his hand, his for the taking. Still choking she struggled, breasts jiggling, legs flailing, her smooth sex bare and wet. Her inner lips were swollen and wet, pushing her outer lips into a puffy mound of softness that separated slightly to reveal her pink folds. Clearly she was ready to be matted and bred, except she had made sure he wouldn't breed her.

Just as she felt the world going black, blacker than the perpetual night, she could suddenly breath and found herself in his lap. Her slender body pulled tight against him, she felt the pressure of his thick wet cock pressed against her aching mound. While she gasped for air, her face a mess of his precum glistening in the light of the fire, she heard what he wanted. Reaching down her soft hand stroked his cock from the tip as far as she could reach. Probably not halfway down his length but far enough to guide him to her willing and eager opening. Despite how wet and willing she was, Jukha's sheer size was going to make this difficult.

Dark Lord be thanked, Lôminzil was stoking Jukha's ego as he overwhelmed her with his strength. At times he didn't know what was more enjoyable-- her mouth and throat on his cock, or her futile struggles as she tried and failed to fight his rough use of her face. She was frantically attempting to please him to get him to ease up, her fingers working his shaft and balls and her throat stretching. Too late was she realizing that he was getting off on abusing her and there was nothing she could do to slake that burning desire except endure.

The look of fear on her sloppy face as he had choked her made his loins burn even hotter. She had no resistance left except survival. He wouldn't kill her until he had gotten everything he wanted from her, including information, but she didn't know that. And now she was trying to please him again, reaching for his thick dick and attempting to mount him. Her hot sex felt exquisite as she balanced on the tip of his manhood, stretching her wet lips wide as his head pushed against her entrance. The unnatural fever running through his body made his cock burn with need and a wave of dizziness slipped over him.

"In.. I want it inside..." Jukha grunted, mouth strangely dry as he licked his still spicy lips. One hand slapped down on her wet sex hard, stinging her clit, while the forearm around her neck tightened and he used his muscles to push her down onto his throbbing rod. Fuck, she was tight, and he bounced her on his cock, inching her deeper as his free hand tormented her body. Her breasts were squeezed, pinched and twisted as they jiggled from him rocking her down his manhood. More slaps peppered her sex, hitting her stretched and swollen lips. Jukha didn't even care if he struck his own cock, such was his desire to goad her into trying her hardest to take him. "Yes... take me.. all the way in."

And then he was hilted in her body fully again, this time in her pussy. Her tightness was maddening, clamping his big cock in a hot vise as he let out another loud, guttural roar of triumph. Rising up to his knees, with her still impaled on him, he launched himself forward to violently pin her facedown on the ground under the bulk of his muscular body.

"You are mine now, witch," grunted Jukha as his tusks scratched her cheeks and ears hard enough to draw blood. Powerful hips twitched to emphasize his statement, sliding his cock in and out of her in a series of hard, fast beats. The forearm tightened again, threatening to choke her. "Now... tell me where you are taking the sun shard. Don't make me hurt you more than I would just for my pleasure. I need to know."

Jukha felt confident she would talk. She was his now, right? It was just getting so hard to think with this fever in his body. His mouth was even drier now and swallowing was difficult. He coughed, feeling phlegm come up from his lungs. A shake of his head to clear his thoughts and he began to pump his cock into her with hard and fast thrusts that pressed her into the dirt of the river bank.

"Tell me... Now."

While much of Lôminzil's actions were an act, her howl of painful ecstasy was genuine as the big orc forced her onto the thick spear of his shaft. She had guided him to the very gate of her channel hoping to ease herself onto the bulbous head but this was no gentle love making. His hands mauled her soft dark flesh even as he rammed her downward. She felt as if he would split her in two and even with his obvious strength he had to feed her inches at a time due to her tightness. Her small hands attempted to slow his progress but ultimately he would fill her to his base, she could barely manage to slow him down. Her taut belly stretched with a faint outline of his progress as she felt him fill her. She was no stranger to pain but his cock felt like a living malevolent being throbbing within her, eager to bust out of her. She felt as if she had been impaled and what seemed like a never ending length of cock meat would eventually burst out of her chest. Her breath came in short pants as he seemed to rearrange her internal organs and press against her diaphragm.

She felt the hairy base of his cock tickle her ass and clit and knew she had taken every last inch of him. Even in her pain she felt a surge of pride as she had taken all he had to give. Just as she thought it could get no more intense, his massive clawed hand slapped on her clit. Her body writhed in painful bliss, it was a searing painful heat that threatened to consume her body but she loved it. She felt a climax welling up from deep inside of her. The already tight, but silky smooth flesh of her core began to spasm, squeezing his orchood up and down his length. She arched her back, thrusting her round orbs, the flawless ebony flesh now a criss-cross of scratches and welts.

As he stood with her still impaled on his cock she reached back, wrapping dark slender arms about his thick neck. She felt like a naked bowsprit of a ship, on display for an ocean of hungry eyes. His words barely registered in her mind she was so overwhelmed with pain and pleasure. Before she knew it she was planted face down into the ground, Jukha's massive spear still thrusting deep into her. Groveling and moaning in the dirt like a simple slave whore she nearly answered him out of reflex. Physically she did belong to him, and would for the rest of his short life. She caught herself though and sensing the beginning of the end for the mighty orc risked his wrath.

"I will use it to kill your orcs, after I have taken them from you." She kept her voice low enough that only he would hear her. She thrust her hips back to meet his thrusts. Slowly working her way to her hands and knees, heavy breasts sway fore and back with each thrust of their coupling. She heard him cough and pressed back towards him, slowly gaining her advantage.