You've been employed to assassinate a brutal Orc war-chief. Seems like a simple job, yes? Kill a notoriously blood-thirsty Orc, who by the way has pillaged and murdered his way across your country?
Sounds easy.
But sometimes, business can become pl...
Notes:The long awaited Part 3!! Finally managed to get this done and publish it. I do want to let you know that I'm continuing this on my Patreon, plus many other stories. Though this will be posted publicly, you'll get to see the newest additions a month before everyone else.
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The discomfort wasn't nearly as bad as your rasped moans were making out. You groaned and forced yourself to relax. Feeling Thralest halt behind you. He pulled back and a pleasured shiver ran through you as his cock half slid out from you.
His large hands ran along your back. Trailing up along your spine to push your hair away from your neck.
"Are you alright?" He asked. The war-chief's voice was gentle, reassuring. And you nodded as his palm cupped your ass. Massaging the flesh there as you turned your head to look at him. "We can stop for a moment if you need."
"You feel different in this position." You explained. You experimentally rolled your hips back against him. Slowly piercing yourself along his thick shaft. You've fucked him many times and you thought your body had adjusted to his length. But being on your hands and knees, facing away from him, it felt like Thralest had grown twice in girth and length. "It feels really good. But the angle is different." Thralest moved against you. Holding you still as he lifted his hips. Further spreading you, but immediately stopped when you gasped out a pained breath.
He pulled out then. Leaning down to kiss the back of your neck and roll you onto your back. You tried to fight him. But he easily overpowered your human strength with his own orcish physique. You sighed and let him spread your thighs so he nestled between them. Lowering his head down between your legs to soothe the ache with his warm tongue.
"I'm sorry." You grumbled through a moan. "I should be able to take you like that. But-"
"Do not apologize." His voice vibrated against your clit as his lips wrapped around it. And your hands tangled in his braided hair. Pulling on the thick, black strands as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub. "Everyone's body is different. I've seen you do things I haven't done with other humans before. And I do not find your body any less pleasurable just because you can't take it from behind."
His words were a comfort. And you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Laying on the furs in the warm tent. The winds of the desert battering against the canvas shelter as a small, smoldering fire sat in the center of the tent. And Thralest, the orc war-chief, laying between your thighs with his arms hooked under your hips to hold you against his lips. He licked and suckled like he hadn't eaten in weeks. And you were the first meal he was having after a long trek.
Thralest brought you onto the verge of climax. His tusks dug deep into your skin as he wrapped a trunk-like arm around your waist. Holding you down and pressing his mouth hard against your center. His eyes glowed hungrily in the low firelight as he watched you squirm and your back arch as you clawed at the furs. Your scream was louder than you wanted it to be. The orc soldiers outside definitely would have heard you.
