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The Clan Wars Pt. 08

Chapter 8 - Mila

The trail that Mila, Kalliya and Pointer were following was barely visible. Underbrush, rocky outcroppings and huge tree roots spilled over it, while above them a thick canopy of leaves contrived to break the sunlight into a speckled mosaic of viridescent patches and shadowy blotches. The trees crowded the path so thickly that Kalliya had to dismount and lead her horse while Mila found she had to dip her head often to avoid gnarled branches that conspired to knock her from Alagar's back. To make matters worse, the thick foliage blocked even the idea of a breeze, yet somehow the shade cast by the very same trees offered naught but the humidity of a sauna.

The orc bandit at the bridge had given them directions to the Redtooth tribe's whereabouts before they'd let him go, but after five days of hacking through the underbrush, Mila was starting to regret not bringing him along. She had been confident he was telling the truth at the time, but each sweaty minute that passed nurtured a nugget of doubt in her mind. She'd shed her cloak, armour and shirt, riding topless in an attempt to cool off, and was now sorely tempted to lose her trousers too. Mila was a mountain orc and found the cloying heat more irksome than playing cards with Urglot. Behind her, even the imperturbable Pointer had shucked his cloak and doublet and loped along the trail clad only in his black trousers and boots. The pale skinned elf was sweating profusely and Mila was glad she was on point for the lean elf had a distracting physique - sinewy muscles, crisscrossed with a latticework of scars that made the orc warrior bite her bottom lip. She liked a male who had seen a few fights. Only Kalliya seemed relatively nonplussed by the heavy atmosphere. She had shed her cloak and tunic as well and now wore a simple, rather revealing tank top, yet, although her brow exhibited a few beads of sweat, she wasn't even comparable to the sweaty, bedraggled mess that was Mila and Pointer.

Alagar stopped walking, the halt in momentum dragging Mila from her heat induced half-reverie. The big warg hunched his shoulders, extended his neck and sniffed pointedly. There was something further down the trail.

"Hold up," whispered Mila over her shoulder. "Alagar can smell something up ahead."

The orc dismounted and drew her bastard sword from the baldric that was the only article of clothing she didn't consider shedding. In another fluid movement, her buckler was in her left hand. Pointer was by her side in a blink, the blackened blade of his estoc shining dully in the dappled sunlight. The elf tapped his chest with his left hand, then held it up to his face with two fingers extended towards his eyes before moving it to point down the path. Mila gave a curt nod and watched as the thief noiselessly folded into the speckled shadows and went ahead to scout.

"What do you think it is?" whispered Kalliya.

"I hope it's the fucking Redtooth," replied Mila.

The two women and the warg crouched low and waited in silence. Behind them, Mila could hear the occasional bird call, but from ahead came nothing but an oppressive silence. The orc knew enough trailcraft to realise the lack of birdsong hinted at the presence of others. In the dank heat, the minutes passed like treacle. A trickle of sweat made its way down her cheek, over her collarbone and slowly through the valley of her cleavage. The crack of a twig as Kalliya shifted her footing seemed deafening.

Then the underbrush beside them parted noiselessly and Pointer materialised, slate and chalk already in hand.

2 Orcs. Spears and bows. Red body paint.

Mila exhaled through subconsciously clenched teeth. They had found the Redtooth. The warg-rider sheathed her sword and hooked her buckler back on her belt.

"Ok, let me do the talking," she explained, voice still low and quiet. "They're not known to be too happy about visitors, but, as long we keep our weapons sheathed and don't make any sudden moves, I should be able to get us into their camp to have a word with their chief."

"Sounds good," said Kalliya. Pointer simply nodded.

Attempting to make as much incidental noise as she could, Mila took the lead once more and led the small party around the bend in the trail toward the orc sentries. As they proceeded up a small incline, a tall figure stepped from the undergrowth at the crest. The first thing Mila noted about him was his size - the orc sentry was truly immense in stature. His shoulders were broad and muscles rose like small hills across them and down his arms. He had a pit fighter's belly; a paunch the result of a healthy layer of fat typical for a fighter that tended to wear no armour. His skin was a much darker green than Mila's olive tone and his hair hung in rough, heavy dreadlocks. In one huge fist he carried a spear with a broad metal head. Tucked into his belt was cleaver bladed weapon.

To Mila's pleasant surprise, the belt, along with a few pouches that hung from it, were the big orc's only clothes. Aside from stripes of maroon paint that adorned his face, arms and legs, the hefty warrior was completely nude. Mila's gaze lingered on the slab of a cock that hung between his legs, causing her to realise she'd probably gone too long without a decent fuck. She shook her head to refocus on the task at hand.

Holding and arm with a balled fist horizontally across her forehead, Mila signalled that she came in peace. In response, the big orc spread his arms and roared at her.

"Is that bad?" whispered Kalliya from behind her.

Mila ignored the mage and spread her arms wide before roaring back at the bulky orc. The big orc grinned toothily and leaned his spear against the nearest tree before unbuckling his belt and laying it on the ground beside the spear. Mila lifted her baldric over her head and handed it backwards to Pointer without taking her eyes off the dark green behemoth. Once fully disarmed, she stretched the muscles in her neck, balled her fists and began striding up the incline towards the other orc. In response, the dark green male stepped back while raising his fists and taking a fighting stance.

The patch of trail at the top of the hill was relatively wider than much of what the small party had been travelling on, but the ground was still snaked with tree roots and rocks and the trees on either side were still looming oppressively close. This, thought Mila, was not the ideal terrain for what was about to happen.

As soon as she reached the crest of the slope, the huge male stepped forward and swung a wide haymaker that caught Mila in the ribs, just below her guard. As she reeled from the punishing blow, the dark green orc struck again, this time with a left hand jab. Still gasping for air, Mila slipped under the incoming blow and laid a heavy right hook into the brawler's left side. Straightening her back, the warg-rider followed up with a left handed uppercut, but could not push it past the big orc's guard. The dark green warrior laughed jovially, breaking his guard to grab Mila's forearms while stepping in close to deliver a stunning headbutt to her brow.

Mila's vision spun, and she stumbled backwards. Grasping at straws, the olive skinned fighter lashed out with a sweeping kick that caught the hulking orc just behind his left knee. It was enough to drop him to a kneel. As her ass hit the ground, she lashed out once more with a straight heel kick that connected with the large male's jaw. His head rocked back, his body following the movement, and in a moment both fighters were on their asses.

Grinning ferociously at one another, the two orcs launched themselves forwards, colliding with a meaty slap in the centre of the tiny clearing. The big male pushed forwards hard before twisting sharply at the waist, attempting to use his superior weight to throw Mila to the ground, but the warg-rider was expecting the tactic and moved with the large warrior's momentum, rolling with the throw while keeping her hands locked around the warrior's wrists. As he reached full extension, she tucked her knees in, placing her feet against his stomach, while leaning backwards until the massive orc was almost fully above her. Then, yanking down hard on his arms and kicking out with her feet, the smaller warrior launched the huge orc over her head, his body describing a full somersault before crashing down onto the trail, fully supine.

Still rolling from the momentum of the throw, Mila catapulted herself backwards to land heavily upon the brute's belly, causing his breath to be expelled from his lungs with a loud whoosh. She raised her right fist, gripped his throat with her left hand and watched as the beast of a fighter groggily opened his eyes. He grinned up at her.

{You fight well,} he said.

From behind her came a female voice; {I think he is done.}

Mila looked over her shoulder to see a female orc with equally dark skin step onto the trail. Similar in build to the large male, the female orc carried a wicked looking machete in her hand and had a six foot longbow over strapped to her back. She, too, had bulging muscles that rippled over her shoulders and down her arms and a slight paunch to her belly. She, too, was completely naked, but for the leather belt that went from shoulder to hip, holding her longbow and quiver, and the red paint stripes that adorned her face and limbs. The female orc's breasts were huge and sagged slightly with their own weight. Her belly carried the same slight paunch that her comrade had and her legs were heavily muscled, like her arms. Like her compatriot, this orc was a real brawler.

Mila clambered off her supine opponent and offered him a hand. The big male gripped it tightly and allowed Mila to help him to his feet.

{My name is Grotag,} he said as he found his feet. {This is my sister Kami. We are Redtooth. You are?}

They were speaking heavily accented orcish, so Mila responded in kind; {I am Mila of Top Town. Those are my friends Pointer and Kalliya.}

Kalliya and Pointer were cautiously climbing up the small incline.

"Uh, what's going on?" said the mage.

"We greet in Orc manner," said Grotag, speaking halting Imperial.

"Just a traditional orc meeting ceremony," explained Mila. "We like to get the measure of one another when we first meet, although you don't see this kind of 'hello' further west, usually. An arm wrestle tends to suffice."

"I like handshakes," said Kalliya.

It was late evening by the time Grotag and Kami had led the small party to the tribe's village. Grotag seemed to have take quite a shine to Mila and walked beside her the whole way, asking her questions about the western lands and her journey, as well as about their reason for visiting. Mila was happy to talk and found the big orc to be an amiable fellow, quite jovial despite his imposing appearance.

The Redtooth village was situated upon a deforested hilltop that poked up above the surrounding forest and was cradled on three sides by a small river. The buildings that comprised the village were wood and thatch huts, encircled by a palisade, with a large, circular wooden building in the centre that apparently doubled as a communal hall and a small keep in the event of an attack. After Kalliya's horse was hitched to a simple railing just inside the palisade gate, Grotag and Kami guided the group into the village proper, pointing out their own hut as they passed it. Judging by the number of huts and the various orcs they passed, Mila guessed the village population numbered a few hundred. All the orcs she saw were armed, although none wore a lick of clothing. Thanks to the summer heat, Mila completely understood why and was sorely tempted to join them in their traditional ways.

"You want to see holy stone," said Grotag as he led the small group through the village. "I take you to village chief in Pa. She decide."

The Pa, it turned out, was the huge central building. By the time they had reached the Pa's doors, a small crowd of curious villagers was tagging along behind them. The doors themselves were open and revealed a rectangular central hall with doors leading off the sides. The hall was furnished with long tables, numerous well-worn benches and stools, a couple of fire pits (thankfully, noted a sweaty Mila, not lit) and a large seat, carved from a single stone boulder, that sat at the far end.

More orcs appeared from the various doors that ringed the great hall and soon there were at least a hundred standing around the party as they were brought before the stone throne. Seated upon the throne was a wizened, old, female orc, hair long turned silver. The village chief was a strikingly attractive woman - nude, like the rest of the tribe, her muscles were clearly visible, as was her scarred green skin that told the story of a warrior's life. Across her knees lay a huge two handed sword. Around her throne stood a grim quartet of hulking male orcs, all similarly armed.

Kami stepped up to the throne and whispered into the chief's ear, pointing at each member of the party as she did so.

"Greetings, travellers," said the chief. "I am chief Trabba. Kami tells me you have travelled far to learn of our ways and to study the sacred stone."

Kalliya glanced at Mila, who nodded, before stepping forward and introducing herself; "I am Kalliya, ma'am, and these are my companions Mila and Pointer. I have travelled almost the length of the mountains for the chance to study your sacred stone. I am a student of history, interested in the remains of the ancient Empire and heard that the Redtooth had a Thaean artifact in their possession."

"It is important to maintain a connection with the past," responded Trabba. "I see no harm in letting you see the stone. But you must be tired and hungry. Tomorrow we shall take you to the artifact. Tonight, you shall rest."

"We are most appreciative of your hospitality, great chief," said Kalliya, bowing deeply.

The party were given the use of three rooms adjoining the main hall, furnished with simple yet comfortable beds. After they had deposited their gear within their quarters, the party was provided with a simple meal of roasted meat and vegetables. By the time they were finished eating, the sky had grown dark and Kalliya and Pointer decided to turn in for the night.

Mila, however, was craving a bath, and decided to see if she could find her way to the river. With a happy smile the orc remembered the old saying 'when in Drasich, do as the Drasichians do' and gleefully stripped off her leather pants before slinging her baldric back over her shoulder and heading out in search of a bath with Alagar loping along behind her.

The village was still quite active despite the lateness of the hour and Mila figured that, with the heat of the day being what it was, it made sense that the villagers would make what use they could of the cooler nighttime hours. As she ambled past the villager's huts she gloried in the cool night air caressing her skin while taking in the sights of the traditional orc village. After asking a couple of villagers how to get down to the river, Mila and Alagar were soon descending a tree shrouded path the led to the water's edge.

As the pair got clear of the trees, Mila saw a single torch flickering in the darkness that blanketed the shore - clearly they were not the only ones looking for a late night swim. Slowing her pace slightly, the orc watched as a familiar figure emerged from the river, the water glistening in the moon and firelight as it dripped from his dark green skin. Mila licked her lips as she took in Grotag's powerful figure and bit her lip as her gaze fell on his heavy shaft, swinging semi-hard between his muscled thighs. The huge orc walked over to where the torch was planted in the dirt and sat down, gazing out at the sparkling water. However, just as Mila was about to walk over to him and see if he was up for a little fun, another figure, abundantly female in shape, emerged from the dark waters. Kami walked over to where her brother was seated on the beach and stood before him.

{You are getting hard. You are thinking of that foreign orc,} said the heavily muscled woman.

{She is strong and pretty,} said Grotag, his voice a low rumble.

{She is strong, but so skinny,} said Kami. {No meat on her, not like a proper Redtooth woman.}

Mila was mildly taken aback. She'd never considered herself skinny. In Top Town, compared to the humans and elves, she was possibly overly curvaceous and buxom. Still, she thought, compared to the swaying bosom, heavy buttocks and plump curves of Kami, her ample but firm tits, chiseled abs and pert ass might be considered on the skinny side.

{Ha! Not like you, you mean.}

{Not like me,} said his sister as she sat down beside her brother, hefting her weighty breasts in her hands.

{I would have relief, sister,} said Grotag, groping one of his sister massive tits. {The chief has not called on me to service her for a long time.}

{I shall service you then,} replied the curvaceous orc, {before your swollen cock causes too much discomfort.}

As Mila watched, Kami reached out and gripped her brother's pulsing cock and began to pump her hand up and down the turgid shaft. After stroking it steadily for a few minutes, the female orc bent to the side and placed her lips over the blunt head of the massive phallus. Mila could hear a gentle slurping noise as Kami bobbed her head up and down.

{You are a good sister,} growled Grotag.

Kami ceased sucking on his girthy erection and looked up at her brother; {Lick my cunt, brother. I grow hot.}

Mila bit back a moan as she watched Kami lie on her back and spread her legs. Grotag rolled to his hands and knees and moved until he was over his sister, his pendulous organ dangling over her mouth, his head between her thighs.

{I can smell your heat, sister,} said the huge orc. {Suck my cock while I lick your cunt.}

Kami craned her head upwards until her lips made contact with Grotag's blunt cock-head once more. Extending her tongue, the buxom sibling gently licked at the immense phallus before lowering her head to the ground once more. Mila could see a long, glinting string of pre-cum and spittle stretch from Grotag's distended dick to Kami's mouth.

{I am tired,} said the sister. {You do the work tonight, brother. Use my mouth as you would that other orc's cunt.}

{If I must,} said Grotag, spreading his knees until his monumental shaft slid into his sister's open mouth. Mila realised the girthy organ would be probing into his sister's throat when she saw his cum-heavy balls come to rest over his sister's nose.

Once the ponderous dick was seated in his sibling's throat, the big orc flexed his haunches, bucking his hips gently as he started to fuck his sister's mouth. Mila heard Kami emit a gurgling moan when Grotag lowered his head to her crotch and began sucking on her clit. The hulking warrior's body was now pressing down against his sister's, his head bobbing over her quim, his ass rising and falling with a steady rhythm as he humped his tumescent penis in and out of Kami's welcoming mouth.

Mila felt a long strand of cunt juice ooze from her throbbing pussy and past her lust-inflamed labia to drip on the ground. Beside her, Alagar glanced at the sight on the river shore and then back at his companion's dripping cunt before opening his jaws and running his long, wet tongue over her aroused genitals. With a quiet moan, Mila dropped to her hands and knees and then rolled onto her back.

"Fuck me like he's fucking her, please boy," she quietly begged, spreading her legs.

Alagar growled pleasantly and shifted his furry bulk until he was standing above the horny orc. From her vantage point below the huge warg, Mila could see his knotted, veiny cock gradually extend from its sheath. The huge beast squatted until his belly pressed against hers and his heavy, furred balls rested on his partner's forehead. Mila craned her head until she could wrap her lips around the warg's pointed cock-head and began to suck.
On the beach nearby, Grotag had slid his arms under Kami's legs until his hands were firmly grasping her voluminous ass-cheeks. Lifting them slightly, he half crouched while lashing his tongue over her quim. Meanwhile, his hips kept up the steady, gentle bucking motion as he fucked his shaft deeper into his sister's throat. The orc siblings stayed in that position for a few, long minutes; brother pumping his cock into sister's mouth with gentle, yet urgent need.

{Gah! Ok, brother. I need to breathe,} said Kami, pulling Grotag's spit coated phallus from her mouth.

{Let us do something different. It felt good, but I could not cum like that,} said the huge warrior. {I need to fuck something properly.}

{And I need a proper fucking,} said Kami, climbing out from under her brother and getting on to her hands and knees. {Get over here and fuck my ass, brother.}

Hidden in the gloom of the trees, Mila peered past Alagar's swelling knot and swinging balls to watch as Grotag squatted behind his sister's buttocks and lined his gleaming phallus up with her anal opening. Above her, Alagar was happily humping his hot, veiny schlong down her throat. Mila gently gripped the canine shaft and pulled it out of her mouth, before turning over and mirroring Kami's position on all fours.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as she pulled the engorged dick past her lips. "Mount me like that! I need to feel that cock of yours inside my ass."

Alagar panted agreeably and rotated until the black fur of his chest was looming over Mila's head. The orc could feel the slimy, pointed head of his pulsing cock prodding at the cleft of her butt. Reaching back with one hand, she grasped the hot column of warg flesh and helped the affectionate beast find her sphincter. As Grotag slowly pushed his massive cock into Kami's asshole, Mila guided her warg companion's oversized organ into her own anus.

{Yes! There it is, brother. Push it in,} grunted Kami as her sphincter spread around Grotag's girthy organ.

Alagar's heavy shaft drooled a steady stream of hot, watery pre-cum into Mila's bowels, the sloppy fluid producing an obscene squelching noise as the black-furred creature began easing his organ in and out between the orc's raised buttocks. The scene was mirrored on the shore as Grotag's dark green skin slapped against his sister's, the smacking noise of his thighs impacting hers and the low grunts of the icestuous siblings masking the lewd sounds of Mila and Alagar's hidden coupling.

{You -uh- are -uh- a -uh- good -uh- sis-uh-ter,} groaned Grotag. The ample, rounded flesh of Kami's ass jiggled with each of his thrusts and the large orc's swinging ball-sack slapped noisily against her dripping fuck-hole.

Kami folded her arms and lowered her head to them, leaving her rump raised, and braced her legs wide while she let her brother sate his lust in the tight, warm confines of her anus.

{Fuck -uh- my -uh- ass -uh-, brother,} came her panted reply. {Fill -uh- your -uh- dutiful -uh- sister's -uh- ass -uh- with -uh- your -uh- seed.}

All Grotag could manage was a rumbling growl, his massive hands clenching tight, gripping the smooth green skin of Kami's arse as he rutted her with intense, heavy strokes. Hidden in the shadows of the trees, Mila watched the incestuous sodomy with desire burning in her eyes. She knew the orc customs; that all virile members of the tribe could be called upon to service their chief and that non-vaginal intercourse between family members was not taboo among the wilder clans, but her years living outside tribal culture had ingrained within her the more commonly accepted norms and the lewd display on the beach in front of her drove her wild with lust. Bucking back against Alagar's thrusts, she felt the heat of his knot press against her sphincter. With a low growl in her throat, the desperate orc pushed against the veiny bulge while relaxing her tight ring of muscle until, with a pop that could be felt if not heard, the canine cock slid fully into her back passage, tying the rutting pair together. The warg arched his back and gripped the sweaty orc's neck between his jaws, exerting a delicate yet firm pressure on Mila's skin as his hefty organ was entombed within the vice-like grip of her anus.

On the beach, Kami had slid forwards, mashing her huge, bountiful tits into the dirt and leaving her ass only slightly raised. The immense bulk of her brother covered her back completely as he lay atop her, his ass rising and falling quickly as he sodomized his sister's prostrate form. Both orcs were grunting and panting loudly as they fucked, completely given over to their thumping lust.

Under the trees, Mila and Alagar mirrored the sibling's lusty sodomy, the movement of the warg's steady humping only slightly less pronounced than Grotag's thanks to the thick knot that tied Mila's sphincter tightly to the base of his pre-cum oozing phallus. The warg-rider could feel her companion's weighty tool and girthy knot pulsing and throbbing against the silky skin of her anus and knew she would soon feel his boiling jism pumping into her bowels. Her own orgasm was not far off - copious amounts of clear, slimy fem-lube oozed from her cunt, soaking the ground beneath the knotted pair's heaving haunches.

Grotag bellowed and mashed his pelvis against his sister's juicy buttocks, his hips flexing rhythmically, the muscles of his ass contracting as he hosed his orc-seed into Kami's hole. Kami's roar of satisfaction came through clenched teeth as her own orgasm was triggered by the act of her anal passage being filled with her brother's thick spunk.

The sight of the female orc's ass getting pumped full of her brother's sperm was too much for Mila and her twat shuddered in sympathetic climax, causing her well fucked asshole to clench and squeeze down on the massive dog-cock stuffed into it. Alagar growled and his jaws pressed heavily on Mila's neck while his tool began hosing cum into her backside. Mila's breath exhaled in a long, ragged expression of pleasure and satisfaction as the beast mounting her spurted powerful, sticky ropes of jizz into her convulsing arse. The sensation was exquisite - hot cum filled her completely, warming her to her core until she felt it squirt from where her sphincter was wrapped around the base of Alagar's slowly deflating knot. Through heavy lidded eyes, she watched as Grotag pushed himself up off his thoroughly fucked sister. His immense, softening tool seemed to take an eternity to slide past his sister's sphincter before it popped free of Kami's grasping asshole. A string of cum glinted in the firelight, stretching from Grotag's gently pulsing member to the hole it had been vigorously fucking as Grotag gave his sister's ass a final affectionate squeeze and hauled himself to his feet.

{I think we must bathe again,} grunted the big orc.

{Indeed,} came Kami's weary reply as she pushed herself to her unsteady feet. A slow waterfall of her brother's sperm oozed from her gaping anus to splatter on the ground.

Hidden in the treeline, Alagar continued to inseminate Mila's overfilled asshole, the excess, sloppy cum oozing in pulsing spurts from where her sphincter was wrapped tightly around the base of his knot.

"Ohhh, good boy," gasped Mila, her body still quivering from her long, drawn out orgasm and the pleasant sensation of Alagar's warm jizz churning into her bowels. "What a good boy..."

Alagar released grip on his friend's neck, his tail wagging, while he finished squirting his voluminous load into her sloppy, overflowing rear. The warg gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek and gently pulled his now significantly smaller knot out of her anus, causing a gush of viscous semen to pour from the distended opening. Mila gingerly rolled over to a sitting position, taking the warg's huge head between her hands and petting his mane. She planted a loving kiss on his fuzzy forehead before groggily standing up.

"I guess we'd better go get cleaned up too, huh, boy?" she said as the girl and her warg stepped out from the trees and made their way down to the river to join the two bathing orcs.

From their position in the river, Kami and Grotag turned to watch as Mila and Alagar walked down to the water's edge, the big male raising a muscled arm to wave once he recognized the pair. Mila could feel a steady trickle of sticky warg-sperm oozing down the inside of her thighs as she began wading into the cool water and wondered if the orc siblings could see it in the darkness.

{Greetings,} said Mila as she walked into the water.

{Greetings, Mila,} replied Grotag raising a fist out of the water and pointing it in her direction. His sister simply nodded.

Mila swam over to the brutish orc, reaching out with her own fist and bumping her knuckles with his.

{I am clean enough,} said Kami as she watched the two exchange the informal orcish greeting, generally reserved for friends. {Brother, I shall see you back at the hut. Good night.}

Mila turned to watch the curvy form of Kami wade onto the shore.

{I do not think she likes me,} she said, casting a glance over her shoulder at Grotag.

Grotag moved closer behind her and Mila felt something hard brush against the back of her thigh.

{She is jealous. My sister is a good, strong orc. You are a good, strong orc,} explained Grotag. {She is worried you will take me away from the tribe.}

{Is that so?} said Mila as she turned to face the dark green warrior.

The two orcs were standing close to one another, the water lapping against the underside of Mila's breasts. With a sly smile, she reached out under the water until her hand found Grotag's semi-erect cock.

{You would leave the village with a skinny foreign orc?} she asked as she wrapped her fingers around the wide column of flesh.

{You are tough and pretty,} said Grotag, eyes narrowing at the mention of the word skinny, shaft hardening in her grasp, {but no, my place is here, with my village and my chief. Still, if you would have me, I would enjoy coupling with you.}

Gripping his monolithic penis tightly, Mila pulled herself closer to the orc until she could wrap her hands around his waist. Her wet breasts mashed against his chest and she parted her thighs to let his cock pass between them and caress her pussy-lips.

{I would like that as well,} she breathed into his ear. She reached back, under the water, and began to guide his length into her waiting cunny.

{No,} objected Grotag. {The Chief is the only one who may have a village warrior in her cunt. May I use your ass?}

With a small sigh of disappointment, Mila shifted slightly and started to feed the big warrior's cock into her asshole. {Very well.}

Still gaping and slick with Alagar's seed, Grotag's wide tool slipped into her asshole relatively easily. Mila clung to the orc's barrel like chest while he gripped a buttcheek in each hand and lowered her onto his throbbing shaft. Mila grunted in approval as, inch by inch, the big orc's pole sunk into her stretched rump.

{That is good,} said Grotag. {You take my cock well. My sister is right to be jealous.}

Mila couldn't hide her surprise at his frankness; {Your sister?}

{Yes. I am surprised you could not hear us rutting as you approached,} said Grotag. {She is most accommodating. She is a good sister.}

The flame of desire licked through Mila's body once more and she began bouncing her ass on Grotag's anally entombed phallus.

{I, uh, may have seen something. I did not want to interrupt.}

{Ha!} exclaimed the hefty fighter, matching the female's bouncing rhythm with his own upwards thrusts. {I thought I saw something moving under the trees.}

Alagar had gotten out of the water and was sitting on his haunches on the shore watching the two orcs churn the surface of the river with their rutting. The warg let out an amused bark as he listened to their conversation.

{Your warg suggests you enjoyed the show, warrior,} said Grotag.

{You understand him?} said Mila. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the orc's muscular neck, her breasts pressed hard against his broad chests. Her nipples were stiff with arousal and poked hard against Grotag as he sodomised the female orc's backside with steady, languid thrusts.

{There is a pack of wargs that live in the forest nearby. We have some dealings with them,} said Grotag. {My sister is more friendly with them. I think their big males just like stuffing their knots into orc cunt now and then.}

The big orc chuckled at his last pronouncement while he continued to fuck Mila's properly stretched open asshole.

{There is something to be said for a big warg knot,} agreed Mila.

{Ha! I like you very much, woman!} laughed Grotag. {Not only do you fight like a true warrior, but you are as lusty as one!}

The barrel chested orc hugged Mila tightly and began striding towards the shore, tree trunk of a penis still ensconced in her ass.

{Perhaps your warg would like to join us?} he asked as he carried the smaller orc to the edge of the river.

{There's no harm in asking,} agreed Mila. {Nothing like two big boys to fill a girl up.}

Alagar was standing on the shore by the time the two orcs reached it, his tail wagging and huge red penis sliding out of his sheath once more. Mila bit her lip in anticipation as she pulled herself off Grotag's rampant erection, thankful the two males, despite having cum so recently, were so virile that they were ready for another round. It seemed like she was going to get the proper fucking she had so desired. After Grotag lay on his back on the packed sand of the shore, the lusty female warrior quickly straddled him, her back to his chest, and placed the gloriously huge head of his dick against the dilated entrance to her ass. With a slow, pleasure laden sigh, she sank her butt downwards, relishing the incremental penetration of her back passage as the orc's girthy tool filled it. Once she had bottomed out, in every sense of the word, she leaned backwards until her back was resting against Grotag's slab of a chest. The brute reached his arms around her and grabbed her heaving titties, squeezing her diamond hard nipples between thumb and forefinger while he groped the heavy, glistening orbs.

Spreading her legs, Mila looked over at the panting warg nearby; "C'mon old boy. Mount up."

The warg needed no further encouragement and trotted forward until the fur of his belly brushed against the skin of Mila's stomach. The canine's engorged shaft prodded at the folds of Mila's twat, coating it with slimy pre-cum, before the female orc reached between her legs, grasped the pulsing organ and guided into her quim. As the furry beast above her slowly fed his tapered schlong into her dripping cunt, the big orc warrior beneath her began to slowly buck his hips, causing his immense tube of cock-meat to slowly slide in and out of her straining butthole, all the while mauling and manhandling her sweat-drenched breasts. Mila cried out in orgasm and a spray of girl-cum squirted from her over-sexed pussy until Alagar plugged the quivering organ with his swollen knot.

Sandwiched between the two well-endowed thrusting males, Mila dropped her head back over Grotag's shoulder, gasping for air while her sopping wet holes were vigorously used. Rhythmic wet squelching sounds emanated from both her thoroughly-fucked ass and her stuffed cunny as the impressively hung orc beneath her and the monstrously huge warg above her thrust and withdrew their cocks, rutting like mindless animals. Another orgasm ripped through the hapless orc's body, causing her limbs to spasm. While she rode it out, Mila reached up to grab her own legs behind the knees, holding them apart to give the virile males pounding her holes better access. Alagar growled in approval and arched his back, leaning forward to push his knot past Mila's pussy-lips and into the wet warmth beyond them. Grotag grunted and moved his hands from her tits to her ass cheeks, gripping them tightly as he spread them apart and flexed his pelvis mechanically, ravishing her buttery back passage.

{Oh, shit! Fuck me like that!} moaned Mila. {Fuck another orgasm into me!}

Alagar huffed and panted, pumping his haunches and clearly relishing the moist, hot pressure of his companion's cunt wrapped around his tumescent knotty bulge. Mila could feel his thick knot and slick cock rubbing against the thin barrier of skin that separated it from Grotag's veiny length sliding in and out of her ass. Gobs of sloppy white cum, deposited in her ass by Alagar's earlier ass-fucking, were squeezed out of her sphincter with each thrust of Grotag's pistoning phallus and dribbled down her spread ass-crack. The sensation was intoxicating, but it became euphoric when she felt Alagar's bestial phallus start spewing jets of scalding seed into her womb. Every muscle in the region of her groin clamped up, crushing the two cocks inside her holes with velvety pressure.

{Ungh... Going to cum...} grunted Grotag.

{Yesss! Give it to meee! Fill me up!} exclaimed Mila as she orgasmed wildly.

With a final shove, the big orc buried his mighty schlong balls deep in the climaxing woman's ass. His testicles heaved and contracted and Mila felt his girthy dick pulse and bulge until forceful spurts of sloppy orc seed erupted from the swollen mushroom head of his penis to spray deep into her ass and mingle with the seed already deposited in there by her warg. Mila went limp, eyes rolling back as the warg and the burly orc, both unmoving but for short, gentle-yet-urgent bucks from their hips, filled her anus and cunny with vast quantities of hot, slimy cum.

The three rutting figures held their position for an age, the two males steadily pumping their seed into the ravished female. Eventually, Alagar dismounted his orc companion and pulled his spent canine shaft from her with a damp squelch. A white torrent of glistening ejaculate poured from her recently vacated twat. Mumbling a tired 'Good boy' to her warg, the exhausted Mila simply rolled onto her side, letting Grotag spoon her, his softening yet girthy cock still embedded in her cum-drenched ass. As the black furred beast turned in a small circle and lay down to nap he could hear his partner and their new friend start to snore quietly. The massive canine's tail thumped happily against the ground a few times and he stretched open his jaw in a big, satisfied yawn before he closed his eyes and joined them in sleep.
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