Orc Warrior

Chapter 4

The orcish duo found solace beside a crackling campfire after the sun laid to rest. Curious about their traveling partner, they'd exchanged life stories.
Isa, as a young orc, had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand. Her village was razed to the ground, family was slaughtered before her very eyes. She was taken by a ruthless band of raiders, subjected to unspeakable torture and abuse.
"The scars they inflicted upon my flesh are mere reminders of the deeper wounds they carved into my soul.", says she.
One fateful day, roaming the terrain in search of prey,  Gmork stumbled atop a sight that filled him with shock and sadness. Lying in a shallow ditch was our young girl,  no older than fifteen winters. Her face battered and clothes torn,  it was clear she had been the victim of a vicious attack.
Gmork approached the girl cautiously, unsure of what he might find. As he drew closer he could see her breath coming in shallow, pained gasps. He carried her back to his home and nursed her back to health in the days that followed, cleaning her wounds and feeding her freshly caught game. He called her Isa, and as she regained her strength, a deep bond formed between them.
She nearly teared up recalling the memories aloud.
"Through countless trials and battles, I, too, have carried the weight of my past.", Odin began to share,  "It has been a force that threatened to break me many times. But it has also shaped me."
He had been born smaller, a pariah. His father having been a royal guard, was embarrassed about the damage to his ego.
'Weakling', he would spit, 'you disgrace our lineage'. Under the scornful gaze of his peers, he yearned for acceptance. He would throw himself into battles, eager to prove his worth.
As the weight of isolation grew unbearable, Odin found comfort in the solitude of the woods.
One night, as he sought refuge from the haunting words of his father, he stumbled upon a group of teenagers tormenting a helpless creature.
A surge of protectiveness coursed through him and he found himself running towards their midst, his dagger glinting in the moonlight.
When the attackers fled, he stood victorious, but a little banged up.
The small,  whimpering creature was nestled amongst the roots of an ancient oak.
A baby boar, no bigger than his fist, his tiny snout twitching with fear. Odin felt a pang of something he couldn't quite name, a flicker of something other than his usual fury. He picked up the thing,  its whimpers turning into soft snuffles against his calloused hand.
"He once fell asleep in the crook of my arm...", his voice trailed off quietly, realizing his partner had fallen asleep at the fire.
Odin, looking at his companion with a tender gaze, decides to tuck Isa into bed. He carefully lifts her, cradling her in his muscular arms, and carries her to their makeshift bed- a pile of furs. He gently places her down,  ensuring she is warm and comfortable. As he watches over her, he cannot help but be reminded of her youth and vulnerability. He lays beside her,  pulling her close. His large hand rests on her waist. Isa, still asleep, instinctively nestles closer to him, seeking warmth. As their bodies press together,  something primal stirs within them.
With gentle touch,  Odin begins to explore her body. His rough hands trace the curves and contours of her form, feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath him. Isa lets out a soft moan while his hands find her most sensitive spots.
Odin continues to caress her, her body responds in kind. She begins grinding her hips against him, seeking more friction and pleasure. Feeling her response,  he grows even more excited.
He thrusts into her, his body moving in time with hers. The furs rustle beneath them, muffling the sounds of their lovemaking. Despite her slumber, Isa continues to move with Odin's touch, her body moving in harmony with his.
As they continue to intertwine, his desire grows even stronger. He feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knows he cannot hold back much longer. With a final thrust, he reaches his
climax, letting out a deep,  guttural roar. Sleepy Isa feels the waves of pleasure and warm cum radiating from his body. She nuzzles closer. Recovering from his climax still, he wraps his arms around her, holding her close and protecting her.
Suddenly, a soft whimper escaped Isa's lips. Odin's instincts kicked in instantly. He reached to squeeze her hand,  murmuring words of comfort in her ear. Her whimpers subsided, and she drifted back into a restful sleep. In the stillness of night, Odin was finally able to step into the tranquility that awaits.