Chapter 0 - The Journey

Foreword.


This story has been brewing in my mind for a very long time, and I finally decided to go ahead, and actually write it. After some deliberation, I also decided to post it on this site. I've been a long time reader, and found many very enjoyable stories. Fulfilling stories, satisfying st... Ok, you get the point. 


Now, it is entirely possible that I may be drawing from other stories, but please understand that it isn't intentional plagiarism. I respect other people and their work too much to do that, but when you've read as much fiction as I have, erotic or otherwise, some things are bound to influence you, without you necessarily realizing it. 


Please note, that I use a bunch of names, that come from different sources, such as D&D, but this story has nothing to do with any of them. It takes place on the fictional world I call the Continent, and shared its world with another story I wrote, called 'Mine'. 


Anyway, this story features dominant orc futanari (they don't have vaginas), and a submissive half-elf. There will be very little sexual humiliation, or degradation of any sort, however. I'm somewhat uncomfortable writing something like that. Having said that, I am, perhaps a little hypocritical, as there is a short instance of non-con, a bit of mind break, some dub-con, which leads to a full blown loving relationship between the main characters. I'm a huge sucker for romance.


This is a fantasy, and as such, a lot of what happens, is not necessarily physically probable, or possible, in the real world. There are a lot of very large cocks, excessive cum, cum bloating, and cum eating, cum addiction... Let's just say, that Futa cum is a very large part of this story. 


As a kind of high fantasy epic (hopefully), there are some fights, but they're generally very short, and to the point. I hate long, drawn out fights. The last battle in Man of Steel, anyone? Or any mangas about martial arts, or sports... Do people actually enjoy reading a hundred pages of Ippo fighting against Sendou? Or Mashiba? I swear, there's no character progression. At all...


Sorry. I went off on a tangent, there. Moving on... 


This is not a story for a quick wank. It's long. 84 word pages, to be exact. (I thought about breaking it up into chapters, but I felt it flowed much better this way.) I was trying to write a story with a little depth. A story where people care about the characters, so there's quite a long build up to any of the sexy stuff, but once they start, there's rather a lot of it, as they're quite insatiable.


One more thing. As a Wesfjordian, I am not a native English speaker, so there are most likely some grammatical errors present, as well as the occasional weird sentence structure, but I hope the story isn't wholly illegible, and I apologize for any errors I may have missed. 


And, of course, any who engage in anything sexual in this story, are adults. 



The Journey


Jared walked through the halls of Castle Greyhawk at a brisk pace, ignoring the looks of disdain and disgust most of those he passed sent his way. It was easy for the young Half-Elf. After all, he'd been doing it, ever since he had been left on the doorstep of the castle, when he was five years old. Thirteen years, he'd dealt with their scorn, ridicule and animosity. Which was why he spent most of his time outside, in the forests surrounding the large castle he called home. Or in the stables with the animals. 


It wasn't that he was ugly or deformed. On the contrary. He was quite good looking, of medium height, had blonde hair and emerald eyes, a delicate face and a lithe body, built for speed and agility. The reason for all the hatred? He was a Half-Breed. While there was some racial tension in all the kingdoms and territories of the Continent, the twenty or so years of peace and prosperity after the Last War had only strengthened the desire of the races to coexist in peace. 


Elves, Men, Dwarves and Orcs generally treated each other with a grudging respect. (Though the orcs had maintained an isolationist mindset, for the most part). Except the Half-Breeds. They were considered anomalies at best and freaks at worst. And what made Jared's life even more difficult was the fact that he was a Royal Bastard. Literally. 


Jared came under during a drunken night between his father, who was the current ruler of the Kingdom of Men and an elven serving girl during a diplomatic mission to the Elven Theocracy a couple of years after the end of the War. Jared's father hadn't been a king back then, of course, merely a third son, sent off into the world to gain some experience. Two years and a few 'unfortunate' deaths later, Marcin had been crowned king. 


King Marcin had been a vain and arrogant man, but turned out to be a surprisingly capable king, mostly due to his intellect and excellent advisors. Three months after his inauguration, he had entered a pre arranged marriage with Gabrielle, a noble's daughter and nine months after that, a prince was born, William. And soon after that, Gabrielle was thick with child once more and after a full term, another prince was welcomed into the world and was named Tristan. 


Then, in what was generally thought of as the greatest scandal in the history of the Kingdom, a Half-Elven boy child appeared outside the gates of Castle Greyhawk. An elf had travelled with the child, carrying a letter stating the tyke was the son of the King, which the elf handed to the guards and quickly left without so much as a word to the boy. Apparently the boy's mother had died some time before, and the boy's grandfather had finally reached the end of his rope and figured he'd borne the shame long enough.


As the King read the letter, the hazy details of the night with the elven woman came back to him. He thought about rejecting this, certainly outlandish claim, but thought better of it. There could be no doubt he was the boy's father; Jared was the spitting image of him, aside from his smaller stature, pointed ears and emerald green eyes he'd inherited from his mother. 


Predictably, the Queen was absolutely livid and screamed at the king, demanding 'that thing' be sent away, or better yet, drowned along with the unwanted kittens the kitchen cat had had a few days earlier. The King understood her anger, of course. She'd done her duty and borne him two sons, and then came along this other boy. An older son, who would have a stronger claim to the throne than her own, when the time came. 


Marcin could do nothing about it, those were the laws. Unless he murdered the boy and he most certainly was not about to do that. Nor would he throw him out. The King regarded the child and recognised the intelligent look in the eyes and a hidden strength. 


A spark of affection formed in his chest, one that he would have to hide, but such was the world they lived in. The king decided he would take responsibility for his actions, as an adult should and take the Half-Breed in. He would feed him, clothe him and educate him the same way he would his other two boys.


The boy's life would be hard, but Marcin was certain the lad would have the strength to reach his majority. Eyeing his wife out of the corner of his eye, the king knew he would have to have a pair of his Shadows watch the boy at all times and thwart or prevent the assassination attempts he was sure Gabrielle would arrange in the coming months and years. 


As time went on, it became clear that Jared was exceptionally bright and kind hearted and he showed he had a way with people, despite being painfully shy. He quickly endeared himself to most of the lowest serves in the castle and the Beastmaster and Groundskeeper as well. And he delighted in teasing and generally making life difficult for his two bodyguards, Jaspar and his student, Jackson. He had befriended both men, and the two quickly began training the young man. It was all done in secret, as the Queen could not catch wind of it.


Jared scoffed softly. It wasn't all roses. The Queen hated him with a passion. His two brothers, at her urging tried their best to make his life miserable and Jared quickly learned to spend most of his time outside of lessons, away from the castle. 


The time spent with Groundskeeper Duncan had learned him a great deal of woodcraft; tracking, hunting and other such survival skills, and he became a master bowman under his tutelage. Similarly, he learned great many things from Kurgan, the orc Beastmaster, mostly how to treat animals and care for them. Treat your animals with care and respect and they would never let you down. That was an advise the young man applied to people as well.


Jared stepped up to the great double doors that led to the Great Hall, where his father had summoned him. The guards barely gave him the required salute and raised their halberds and through the open doors the young prince went. He strode along the carpet with confidence, and approached the dais, where his father sat on his throne. To his left sat his wife, who sneered disgustedly at her supposed nemesis. Jared suppressed a sigh. Would she never stop? 


He got down on one knee and lowered his head. “As you have summoned, so have I come, my King.”


The King sighed at that. He had asked his son not to do that, when it was just him and his wife and their two sons in the Hall, but the boy persisted. Marcin strongly suspected Jared did this to make certain Gabrielle and the boys had less cause to trouble him. Oh, well, he could rile them up in his son's stead, then. In the grand scheme of things, it was only a small measure, but the king knew the lad would appreciate it.


“Rise, my son, and be at ease,” Marcin said and had to tighten his stomach to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape when he saw the annoyed looks on the faces on the other three people present.


“Why have I been summoned, my lord?” Jared asked as he stood and clasped his hands behind his back, the same way the soldiers did when they were told to 'be at ease'.


“Now that you've entered your eighteenth year, I have decided that you, as is custom for the royal family, shall go on a journey. Explore the world, as my father did before me and I did before you. Your brothers have both done so and acquitted themselves with honour.” 


“Yes, of course, my lord,” Jared said and gave his brothers a respectful nod, ignoring their mocking smiles. “And where shall I go?”


At that, the King motioned for a previously unseen servant to step forward and bring a small, locked box with him. The servant handed Jared the box and a key, which the young man accepted before proceeding to open it up. Inside was an official looking letter, with his father's seal waxed on. 


The young man was knowledgeable enough to understand what it was, when he recognised the other thing lying in the box. It was a ring. A ring that guaranteed the wearer safe passage through the lands it originated from. He looked at his father, who had an almost imperceptible smile on his lips. Oh, how the other three would react to this!


“I'm bound for the Hinterlands, then?” 


The King nodded. “Yes. I want you to finalize the trade agreement with Queen T'alis of the orcs. Most of the work is already done, in all honesty. All it needs, is the blood of one of our line, for the signing. Of course, if you feel the need to change anything, you have my complete trust, and confidence.”


Jared allowed himself an honest smile at the news and engraved into his mind, the outraged looks on the faces of the Queen and his brothers. This was fantastic for quite a few reasons. For one thing, it meant things were finally moving along between Men and orcs and it would truly benefit both races. 


Jared hadn't read the contents of the deal yet, but assumed the orcs would receive the various foodstuffs in return for skins, furs and precious metals at a lower rate than otherwise. And to send a Half-Breed indicated an open mind, which was a must in this instance, since it was well known that Queen T'alis was personally quite accepting of Half-Breeds.


On a more personal note, it was great news for Jared himself. It would be a nice reprieve, since the trip was bound to take at least a year, since the Hinterlands lay beyond the Wall; a massive mountain range that separated the rest of the Continent from the extreme Far North. 


It ran from coast to coast, from West to East, and the only way the enter the Hinterlands, was through the Dragon Pass to the North West, a gap high in the wall, that was only open for six weeks or so from the middle of July, through August. 


“The orcs will not suffer a large group of foreigners to wander through their lands. Will I be travelling alone?” Jared asked.


The king frowned at that. “Naturally not. One of my Shadows shall accompany you to Crossroad Keep. There, you will meet an orc escort, provided by her Majesty T'alis.”


Jared nodded along with his father's words. It was a good plan. A team of two could move quickly and would not arouse suspicion. 


“Then, by your leave, your Highness, I shall set out at once,” the young man announced and turned around sharply and strode out of the hall with a purpose.


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A knock on the door frame alerted Kurgan to the presence of the only person who ever bothered to knock and the only person the Beasmaster was ever actually glad to see, outside of his home country.


“So the time has come, has it?” The old orc said as he turned around to regard the young prince who was carrying the saddle and bags the pair of them had built when the lad was fourteen. Kurgan walked to the back of the stable and brought with him the Prince's horse, Mist. 


“She was put in new shoes last night, and her hooves inspected. She's quite ready for a long journey,” The Beastmaster gave the young man a stern glare. “You've not been by for a while and neglected your friend here, and she's been miserable for it.”


Jared hung his head, properly chastised. He accepted the reins from his orc friend and cradled Mist's head to him, scratched her neck beneath her mane and whispered soothing things in her ear and the horse leaned into his touch.


“So. Where are you headed, brat?”


Jared put the saddle on the horse and tightened the girth. “The Hinterlands.”


The young man was busy preparing the saddle and missed the widening of Kurgan's one good eye. This was unexpected, seeing as how the two pampered pansies had been sent on a pleasure cruise along the coast to meet distant cousin, who was stationed at the elven capital of Starling Cliffs as an ambassador to the elves.


“Trade agreement happening?” the orc asked, as the two of them had often discussed the possibility of it.


Jared simply nodded in return. 


The two of them then walked slowly outside and Kurgan turned and gazed wistfully at nothing. “I envy you, lad. To see the Frozen Wastes as Lord Winter retreats, and Lady Summer embraces Karaduk. It is a beautiful place, this time of year.”


“I've listened to your stories since I was five. I can't wait to see it, Kurgan.”


The orc grinned at Jared and clasped him on the shoulder and the Prince felt as if he was a child again. Now, Jared wasn't that small at five seven and one hundred and thirty pounds but anyone would seem tiny compared to an orc who stood at well over seven feet and had to weigh in at at least three hundred and fifty pounds.


“So, I take it from the lack of activity, that you'll be travelling with a single Shadow?”


“Yes. Jaspar, if I was to guess. We'll meet up with an orc at Crossroad Keep and that person will take me the rest of the way, and Jaspar will return home.”


Kurgan rubbed his chin and frowned. “The Queen will most likely send her best, given the importance of this treaty. And if she's sent her best, then that can only mean her sister, Za'ira. She is the greatest fighter among the orcs, or she was, back when I was among them, still. She'll be in her late forties by now, but do not doubt you'll be in good hands, boy. I'll bet she'll be surprised when she gets a demonstration of your own skills!” Kurgan exclaimed and laughed uproariously.


“I'm not that good, old friend,” Jared protested.


“Nonsense! The only reason those two Shadows keep defeating you, is because they have more experience. Once you've gotten a real fight or two under your belt, they won't be beating you any more, rest assured.” 


Jared smiled shyly at his friend, who got this weird look on his face. By the gods, if that boy did not get over himself, Za'ira would eat him alive. Well, she would most likely do that anyway, seeing as they would be travelling alone for weeks in the wilderness, and there were great stretches of nothing between villages in the sparsely populated North. And if the warrior did not claim the boy, her sister the Queen certainly would, once they reached the capital.


“Well, there's no time to lose, boy. Today is the twenty-fifth of April. If the weather remains favourable, and you do not encounter too much trouble, you should reach Stormhold by the end of July.”


Jared nodded. The Continent was very large and it would take around six weeks to reach the border and Crossroad Keep, which was almost five hundred leagues from the capital of the Kingdom of Men. Once there, he would have to leave Mist behind, as the orcs did not ride and the terrain was reportedly so rough, you travelled almost as quickly on your own two feet anyway, so it was much less of a hassle, to simply leave the horse behind.


Jared took one last look at his equipment. Sturdy leather boots, protected by a pair of steel plated shin guards, a fine, ultra light Mithril chain mail and a reinforced leather jerkin, and finally, a pair arm braces that matched the guards on his shins. 


Jared checked his bowstring and made sure he had all five of his spares and a bottle of wax. Once he'd done that, he properly secured his sword inside his bedroll which was fastened behind the saddle and made sure he had both of his long knives in their sheaths on his lower back. 


“Well, I'm off. Take care of yourself, Kurgan.”


“Aye, lad you too.” 


This would especially apply if he would be journeying with Za'ira. Then again, if she set her eyes on him, she would ensnare him and the man who emerged on the other side of that adventure would be very different from the one who'd left the Kingdom.


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Jared had been travelling for half a day when, almost as out of thin air, a horse and rider appeared next to him on the road. It was a man wearing a black hood and cloak and a mask. Jared acknowledged his companion with a nod, and they rode together in silence for while.


“The weather is nice this morning, my Prince,” Jaspar said.


Jared arched an eyebrow at Jaspar. Small talk? Really? They did not do that, preferring silence to speaking about nothing. Then, the Prince leaned his head backward quickly as a hand came flashing from the cloaked man, and Jared retaliated with a similar swipe of his own, which the older man had to block with his arm. 


“Oooh! So the great, fancy diplomat still has his touch, then?” Jaspar mocked and Jared could see the smile in the other man's eyes.


“Haa haa,” the Prince said sarcastically and cuffed his friend upside the head. “So. Six weeks to reach the border sound about right, to you?” 


The Shadow nodded. “It should. I went to the Watch this morning and apparently, there have been some reports of bandits on the road in the provinces to the North and we were urged to proceed with caution.”


Jared acknowledged his teacher's words and rode on for a while, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings. He would not be caught unawares and he knew he should expect an attack fairly soon.


“You expecting trouble, Jared?”


The Prince eyed his bodyguard incredulously. “You don't seriously believe the Queen is going to let this opportunity slip by, do you?”


The other man laughed softly and shook his head. “No, of course not. But even she, with her limited mind is not so foolish as to have her assassins make their play so close to the capital. I don't think we'll have to worry until after midday tomorrow.” 


And on the day went and the two men contented themselves with riding in silence. They made good time and set camp after sun down and rose at first light the next morning. It was early afternoon, about an hour after they'd passed through the village of Bywater when the attack came. 


“You notice them yet, Jared?” Jaspar leaned over and whispered to the Prince, taking care to shield the younger man from the side.


“Sure. Two hiding in the corn field to our left, and one archer in the treeline. And at least four, I'd imagine, hiding under the bridge,” Jared said and discreetly took an arrow from the quiver strapped to the side of the saddle. “Pretty standard.” 


“Good eye. And, yes, I agree with you about the bridge. Do you think you can take out the archer, if I jump down and rush into the field?”


Jared nodded. “Yes, I know exactly where he is and he's not doing a very good job of staying behind cover.” Jared pulled back the bow. “Go. NOW!”


At the Prince's exclamation, the Shadow dropped from the saddle and with lightening speed, he raced into the field to take care of the two that lay in wait. As soon as Jaspar was clear, Jared brought the bow to bear, released an arrow and grinned in satisfaction as he saw the archer fall.


The Prince, knowing his companion would be fine, urged Mist into a full gallop and a few yards away from the bridge, he vaulted out of the saddle and drew his knives, before meeting the enemy as the group came rushing from beneath it.


Jared ducked under the swipe of the first assassin and raked one of his knives across the man's abdomen and the man fell with an agonized howl. Another tried and was pierced through the throat, and the third went down when a knife lodged itself in his heart. The fourth attacker seemed to rethink his involvement and started running away, only to be intercepted by Jaspar and that was it for him. The battle had taken less than ten minutes. 


“Are you alright, my Prince?”


“I'm fine, Jaspar. You?”


The man grinned and wiped down his weapon. “Never better.”


“That's actually a little disturbing, Jas.”


“Well, what can I say,” came the reply. “It's what I do, after all.” 


“Yes, well, let's hope we won't have to do much of it for the rest of the trip, shall we?”


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Unfortunately, Jared was not granted his wish. The pair of them were forced to fight of a number outlaw bands and highwaymen, and two more assassination attempts, both more capable than the first one. Jared got injured in the last one, which delayed their travels for a week, despite his insistence that he was fine and that they should press on. Jaspar would not be budged, however and they rested at a small village until the Shadow deemed the prince fit for travel.


One day, when they were about a week out of Crossroad Keep, Jared realized he'd not once asked Jackson whether he'd ever heard of the woman Kurgan expected the Orc Queen had sent to escort him to Stormhold. 


“Say, Jas. Have you ever heard of Za'ira?”


Jaspar turned his head and regarded his friend with a curious expression. “Yes, I have. Why do you ask?”


“Kurgan seems to think Queen T'alis sent her to take over for you, once we reach the Keep.”


Jaspar ran a hand through his hair and actually smiled a little. “Well, that's a relief.”


“Oh?”


“She was the best warrior they had, Jared. She gave me this. Though, she didn't escape unscathed herself,” the older man said and leaned over to show his friend a rather ghastly scar, on the side of his neck. 


Jared stared at the other man. “You seem awfully chipper when talking about someone who almost killed you.”


Jaspar laughed at that. “Well, how am I supposed to act? I don't bear any ill will toward her. She was just a soldier protecting her home and fighting a war instigated by your grandfather. It wasn't anything personal and I doubt she feels any different.”


“What does she look like? You know, so that we can find her?”


Jaspar shook his head. “No idea.”


“What? You said you fought her.” 


“Don't be foolish,” Jaspar chided the younger man. “Yes, I fought her, but that was over twenty years ago, Jared. Back then, she had a mohawk, dyed in indigo and a bunch of piercings all over. I highly doubt she looks like that now. I'm very certain she has risen through the ranks and even the orcs, brutish as they may be, have a very strict code of conduct when it comes to those who work at the top of their government.”


Jared sighed in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, then.”


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The travelling pair stopped their horses at the staple outside the gates of Crossroad Keep, and the staple hand took the reins of both horses to lead them inside. Before they could approach the gate, a page came sprinting toward them with a sealed letter in his hands. Jared recognised the seal of the King.


“A letter for you, Sir. It arrived three days ago.” 


Jaspar nodded and handed the boy a single copper. The boy saluted them both and returned to the Keep. The Shadow opened the letter, read the contents and frowned as he tucked it into his cloak. 


“Well, the good news is that you've been instructed to make your way to the Gilded Crown in the upper Keep and that Za'ira will indeed be waiting there for you.”


Jared's eyebrow twitched annoyingly. “So, I take it there's bad news?”


Jaspar became grave. “Quite. There's been some disturbance on our eastern border, a two week journey from here. Apparently, some elves have gone missing and all evidence points to Men kidnapping them. The King has ordered me to make my way there at once to learn what I can and deal with it, if possible.” The Shadow called for a fresh horse, which was brought forth immediately. He climbed into the saddle, before he clasped his friend on the shoulder.


“You'll be fine, Jared. Stay vigilant and strong and I'll see you here in a year.” And with that, he turned the horse sharply and tore off at a full gallop.


Jared turned around and stared at the gates for a while, chewing his lip. Oh, well there was nothing for it, and he started up the path with a steady step. He went through the gates and was greeted with the very dreary interior of the keep. Gray stone everywhere, square houses... Uninteresting, to say the least. The young Half-Elf could not imagine living there, but to each their own. Then again, this place would look very different once the trade agreement was finalized. 


Walking around the streets, he found that the keep was inhabited by all races, as he had been told. He saw quite a few elves, many orcs and humans, of course. He had to sigh unhappily, however, because the glares where just as bad here as they where back home. Somehow, he'd thought a multi cultural place such as this would be more tolerant, but it seemed not to be. Was there no place on the Continent where he'd be free of them? Accepted for who he was?


After two hours or so of exploring, he found the Gilded Crown in an area that seemed a little better off than the rest of the Keep. The walls had paint on them, at least. Jared entered the inn, which was fairly crowded, given it was only early afternoon. He made his way over the the counter, but before he could say a single thing, the bald, fat barkeep, who looked a bit like a bulldog, slammed his palm down and glared at the young man.


“We don't serve your kind here, freak. I suggest you make yourself scarce, before someone does it for you,” the man growled.


Jared raised an eyebrow, but ignored the outburst. “Actually, I'm just here...” 


“Boys!” the Bulldog barked and two men at the counter each took a hold on a shoulder of the young man. Jared rolled his eyes and in a flash, he had both men down on one knee, their wrists bent at an awkward angle.


“Are we going to have a problem? I'm just here to meet someone and once I've met her, I'll be on my way.” 


A roar alerted Jared to another attacker, who was approaching from behind, a chair held in his hands, ready to be brought down on the young prince's head. The young man quickly let go of his earlier victims and quick as a flash, he elbowed the man in the throat just hard enough to make it hard to breathe. And the so battle was on...


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Za'ira took a long drink from her tankard, and shot another glance at the big clock mounted on the wall above the counter. She was wondering how much longer she'd have to wait for her charge in this cesspool of a... place. Those bastards were late! She'd been here for over a week already. 


She glanced down into the tankard and snorted. At least they had proper orcish mead and it was actually very good, she was forced to admit. Too bad she couldn't get drunk. It would have made her stay a little more tolerable. A commotion downstairs caused her to rise from her chair and make her way to the railing to see what was going on. 


A Half-Elf had a pair of humans down on one knee as he held them by their index fingers. So he was here to meet with a woman? Could this be Prince Jared? A man came charging from behind and the newcomer dealt with him handily and the fight was on. 


Za'ira leaned lazily on the railing and enjoyed the show, which was extremely entertaining. The Half-Elf was dancing around with graceful movements, fluid and fast. He was using a fighting style favoured by the elves, which emphasized using the momentum of your enemies against them to throw them or if you were forced to punch them, to do so at the opportune moment, for maximum effect. 


The heel of a hand slamming into the nose of someone coming at you at full speed could do a lot of damage. Oh and the style also had techniques to dislocate joints, which was extremely effective. By now, the young man had cleaned the floor and every assailant lay incapacitated on the floor. The rest had fled. 


Za'ira was impressed. For a little guy, he sure could dish out a lot of punishment. She bit her lip hard, and forced down her arousal. He was a foreign dignitary and it would not do for her to give in to her urges and take him. 


She grabbed her cloak, greatsword and pack, before vaulting over the railing to drop onto the floor, using the body of an unconscious man to break her fall. She clapped her hands slowly and grinned at the young man as he spun around, ready to take on yet another attacker.


“Well done, Prince. Well done indeed.”


Jared was struck speechless. She was his escort? She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his short life, despite clearly being much older than him, heavily muscled and very tall. But despite her muscles being a somewhat large for a woman, she wasn't bulky, boxy and ungainly like Kurgan. No, she was more like a... lioness. Graceful, sleek and powerful.


First, he found her almond shaped eyes, which were a mesmerizing amber colour that seemed to glow in the gleam from the fireplace. He thought they matched her lightly green skin perfectly. Her pointy ears led him to her high cheek bones and a surprisingly delicate jaw that jutted forward a tiny bit and from her lovely, plush lips, he could see a pair of tusks rise about half an inch out of her mouth, which drew his attention to her delicate nose. Her jet-black hair was shaved on the sides and done in a braid that reached her buttocks, and he found himself wondering just how long it had to be when she allowed it to flow free.


She was wearing a fur lined leather armour, that left part of her midriff bare, showcasing her rock hard abs, but Jared was hard pushed not to drool at the sight of her large breasts, which were covered quite well by the armour. 


It did amazing things to her cleavage, which he could see through the laces. His eyes went lower still and found she was wearing a heavy, fur lined hide loin cloth that was actually more of a skirt that reached about midway down her powerful thighs and lastly, she wore a pair of fur lined leather boots that looked well worn and extremely comfortable. 


A finger under his chin, raising his head startled him out of his reverie and he found himself staring into her amazing eyes. She was looking down on him, an amused glint in those amber eyes, complete with a mischievous, yet knowing smile.


“You can stare all you want, Kishi, and I know you will, but I suggest we depart quickly, before the Watch arrives. I don't think we'll be leaving this charming place today if we linger too long.”


Jared shook his head. And smiled apologetically at Za'ira, who simply smiled at him once more. “Let's go through the back. I know a shortcut to the back gate. If we hurry, we'll be out of reach, before they realize we've gone.”


Jared nodded and grabbed his pack and rushed out after her. She moved fast and it was obvious she knew exactly where she was going and less than a quarter hour after leaving the inn, they were outside the gates and heading into the wilderness. 


“Come, Prince. I wish to reach the other side of the Pass by nightfall. We'll make camp there. The Watch cannot do anything once we're in orc territory.”


“Alright, lead on, then,” Jared said and was rewarded with a smile and a nod. 


They did not speak more that first day. Instead, they focused on saving their energy to be able to maintain speed up the valley that led to the Pass. Once they reached the crest, Jared stopped for a moment, and turned to gaze back at the Kingdom. A year, at least, until he'd see his home again. 


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They rose at first light, and quickly broke camp to set out into the day. What lay in store was a trek across an ancient lava field, along a rough path, which wound its way through the moss. Za'ira set a strong pace, but so far, Jared had not had any trouble keeping up. 


It seemed the orc woman knew how to pace herself for those shorter than her. After two hours of walking, his guide slowed down a little and allowed her charge to walk beside her. She gave him a sidelong glance which prompted Jared to ask what the matter was.


Za'ira shrugged her shoulders. “You're not what I expected, Prince Jared.”


Her companion's eyebrows rose at that admission. “Oh? And what were you expecting?”


Za'ira snorted at him and grinned impishly. “A snot nosed brat, who I would have to babysit like a newborn, if I was to have any chance at bringing him safely to Stormhold.”


Jared chuckled at that and gave her a grin. “That's what you would've had if either of my two brothers had been sent here, instead of me. And for the record, I can't say you're what I thought, either.”


Za'ira tilted her head at him. “How so?”


“Well, you don't have an indigo coloured mohawk or a bunch of piercings. Seems you took them all out.”


“Someone told you about that, did they?” Her eyes became wistful. “Aaah. Good times. Oh, and just so you know, I still have a pair of piercings,” she said with a mischievous grin.


“Where? I don't see them?” Jared asked as he studied her beautiful face.


Za'ira waved a finger at him. “Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?” she said and gave him a wink.


“Oh... Oh!” Jared turned a beet red at the implication. 


The orc woman let out a surprisingly lovely, velvety laugh that was irresistible to Jared and he started snickering, which became a kind of a laugh, and eventually turned into a bellow.


“Oh, thank you, Prince! It's been a while since I've had such a good laugh,” Za'ira said and looked down at her companion with a twinkle in her eye.


“Likewise. By the way, could you please do away with that Prince crap? There's just the two of us here and I'm not really a fan of titles and such. In fact, I can't stand the fucking court or the castle, really. I much preferred to spend my time out in the forests with Groundkeeper Duncan or with Kurgan, in the stables.”


“You know Kurgan?” Za'ira asked in surprise.


“Sure. He's one of my best friends. He taught me all I know about animals and how to build a saddle and a few other things. He was one of very few who didn't see me as something more filthy than the mud under their boots.”


Za'ira suppressed a sigh. Of course his life had not been an easy one. Even all the way up here, in the Hinterlands, had they heard of the Half-Elf bastard son of King Marcin and Half-Breeds were treated the same everywhere. She felt a little happy with herself, seeing how she held no such prejudices. It would be rather hypocritical of her, considering her own secret. 


Putting that aside, she felt her opinion of the Prince take a sudden leap at the revelation that he was friends with her Great Uncle Kurgan. How exceptionally interesting. Very few ever managed to pierce that old orc's hide, and those who did were always worth knowing, in her experience. 


“How do you know Kurgan?” Jared asked with a curious expression.


“He's my Great Uncle.”


Jared nodded and was about to say something, when suddenly Za'ira stopped and motioned for him to crouch low and an arrow sailed above their heads, coming from up the path.


“Shit!” Jared swore as he and his orc guide scrambled behind a rock formation on the side of the path. 


“You have a bow?” Jared asked Za'ira, who shook her head. 


“I don't use them,” she said and produced a sling from somewhere. “I use rocks, instead.”


“Well, whatever works, I guess,” the prince said, but had to gape at the size of the rock the orc put into the sling. It wasn't a rock. A boulder might've been a better word for it. 


“Cover me!” Za'ira shouted and rose from behind the rock, forcing the prince to curse at her recklessness and step out of cover and fire an arrow that hit one of the assailants in the thigh. That same person's head was then crushed by the rock Za'ira sent flying. That caused a bit of a panic in the attackers, who started firing arrows wildly. 


“Who's trying to kill you?” Za'ira asked in confusion.


“Me? Who says they're trying to kill me? Jared said in feigned ignorance.


“I am well known in the Hinterlands, and only the most insane of fools would ever try and kill the sister of the Queen,” Za'ira said firmly.


Jared sighed. “I never did tell you why I was so late, did I?”


The orc nailed him with a stern look and he became a little sheepish. “We had to fight off several assassination attempts and I got a little injured one time.”


“You've got assassins on your tail? Why?” the green skinned woman asked in an annoyed tone, before both she and Jared noticed a slight lull in the hail of arrows. The pair peeked out from cover and while Jared was unable to let loose an arrow, Za'ira decided not to use her sling and simply threw a stone, catching one of their enemies in the head. Needless to say, the enemy fell dead to the ground. 


“Well?”


Jared sighed, and gave her a flat look. “I'm the Half-Elven bastard son of the King, his oldest son and the step brother of two younger brothers, he had with his wife.”


An understanding dawned on her face and she gave him a look that was part pity, part sadness and then a whole lot of anger, not aimed at him, Jared noticed with relief. “And I suppose the attempts on this trip aren't the first time this has happened?” she growled.


Jared pulled back the bow and quickly sidestepped and let fly, catching one of the attackers in the chest. “No. I've dealt with a few. Jaspar usually takes care of them even before they happen.”


“And your father lets this go on?” she asked incredulously, then leaned out and nailed a guy with another rock.


“What is he supposed to do? The Queen probably goes through so many different channels with her requests that it's impossible to trace it back to her. And besides, there could be any number of people who would want me dead. Hell, half of the attempts probably come at the behest of the Counsil. A Half-Breed prince? Scandalous!”


Za'ira frowned at that and studied his features and found in them a tired resignation, and she could understand why. She wondered why he hadn't left before now, but then again, where was he supposed to go? At least in Castle Greyhawk, he'd had a roof over his head, ample food and supposedly, a few friends. Well, there was not a thing they could do about that today and they had a battle to finish.


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With gasping breath, Jared pulled the last orc corpse off the path, and Za'ira dumped it effortlessly into a crevice with the rest of the bodies, where they could not be seen, unless you looked for them specifically. Jared simply shook his head. Just how strong was his companion? He was pretty certain she was a fair bit stronger than Kurgan, despite being smaller.


“Damn it. This is bad,” he heard Za'ira mutter as she read through a roll of parchment she'd dug out of one of the packs that lay on the ground. She handed Jared the roll and continued to rummage through 'the loot' as she called it. 


Jared scanned the parchment and quickly realized he was reading a contract and the amount of gold that was on offer for his head was quite staggering. But that wasn't the worst part. It looked like the guys they'd just killed were a part of a large gang that roamed the wilderness in this part of the Hinterlands. At least that's what he surmised from his reading.


“So what do we do?” Jared asked and tucked the contract into a pouch on his pack. 


“Well,” Za'ira said and tugged on her braid absent mindedly. “The smart thing would be to turn back and try to reach Castle Greyhawk, but I'd wager there are even more people waiting for you back there and with Jaspar gone, there's no one to defend you. I would, but I don't know the land well enough and I have to get back to T'alis. The situation is very tense in Stormhold, now that my sister has decided to extend a proper hand in friendship to the humans. A few powerful clan chiefs where displeased. I didn't want to go on this trip, but she insisted.”


“So we can assume there will be more attacks against us, both from my would be assassins and your own people?”


“Yes, most likely.” Za'ira said and took a deep breath and expelled it. She had to smile in satisfaction when she saw the Prince's eyes glued to her chest. Oh, this trip could be so much fun, despite everything. 


“So, I would suggest an alternate route to reach Stormhold. I'd like to cross the Marshes and then cut through the Warm Lands. It will take at least two weeks longer but only a few people ever use it.”


Jared gave her a questioning glance. “I'm assuming there's a reason why people don't go there.”


Za'ira grinned at him and Jared instantly regretted asking. “Well, yes. The Marshes are infested with the Undead and the Warm Lands are home to Drakes and other such beings. Fortunately for us, I've been there many times before.”


“Well, let's go, then. There's no time to waste.”


And so they set out toward the Marshes. They travelled only for half a day or so on the path, before breaking off when the moss wasn't as wide spread and they would not be as easy to track. Za'ira did stress that the enemy would most likely realize what they'd done, once they did not arrive at the next ambush point, and that she wasn't too worried. 


Only the craziest orcs would go where they were headed, so they'd not have to contend with too many attacks. In a rare bout of wisdom, Jared had refrained from pointing out the fact that she herself had suggested this route.


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It took them four days to reach the edge of the Marsh and luckily, not much noteworthy had happened. Aside from Za'ira growing more and more restless from the looks the Prince sent her way. It wasn't that she disliked them. Quite the contrary; she revelled in them. She had always known she was exceptional and her beauty was just one part of it. 


She had taken to occasionally cover the rear, under the guise that it was wise to switch positions every now and then, but really, it was just so that she could ogle Jared's delectable ass. She went over again and again in her mind, just what she wanted to do to him and with him, and she was in a near constant state of arousal. 


It was only her masterful control of her body that allowed Za'ira to keep her secret from spilling out from beneath her loincloth. Oh, but it was hard! So very hard to resist impaling the young Half-Elf with her cock, and make him hers. Wait. Cock? Now, I'm assuming you're wondering just how a woman could have a cock. Well, let me tell you. 


You see, the best kept secret among the orcs was the fact there were in actuality, three genders of their race. Males, females and the so called Fut'anari, or Futa for short. And while those of the third gender were indistinguishable from normal orc females, there were a few key differences. The Futa were stronger, faster and much more intelligent than their regular orcish kin, regardless of gender. 


They also lived much longer. A healthy Futa should expect to see at least four hundred years, as opposed to a hundred and fifty, as was the case among their lesser brethren. Incidentally, Half-Elves would regularly see over four centuries as well. But the most significant difference was the fact that, instead of a vagina, the Futa were born with fully functional male genitalia. 


The orc sages had researched the anomaly for a long time, but had been unable to ascertain just what caused it. They had been able to determine, however, that it seemed completely random. A female impregnated by a Futa was no more likely to give birth to a Fut'anari than a regular child and Futa were extremely rare. 


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The first day after they entered the Marsh, which would take them a week to cross, they did not encounter a single living being. Or dead one, either, much to Jared's relief. There was something he had started wondering about, though. Za'ira had been behaving a little strangely. He'd catch her staring at him. Almost as if she was sizing him up. 


Not that he could say anything, given how he let his own eyes roam over her whenever she was focused on something else. Unlike him however, Za'ira wasn't embarrassed at all, if he caught her. She would keep staring and wink at him and then play with her tusks with her tongue, something he found incredibly arousing. Still, nothing had happened yet and Jared doubted there ever would. He was a foreign diplomat and she was the queen's sister. It would not be proper.


In the afternoon of the second day in the Marsh, Jared witnessed his first undead creature. It had been an elven woman once, a warrior, judging by the tattered armour she wore. The creature wobbled toward them on unsteady legs and seemed to take a raspy breath. The prince readied his bow, but his hand was staid by his companion.


“Put away your bow, Jared. The only way to end an Undead is to sever the head from the body or completely crush its skull. And arrows cannot pierce the thick skin of drakes, so it's swords until we reach the other side of the Warm Lands. Jared nodded and turned his attention back to the slow moving creature, which had been joined by a few more, also clad in the remains of ancient armour. 


“Who are they?”


Za'ira shook her head and readied her large sword, before giving her travel mate a sidelong glance. “Does it matter?” 


“I suppose not.” And into battle they went. Or rather, it was more of an extermination. The Undead approached the pair of them and they hacked their way through that part of the Marsh. Za'ira kept a vigilant eye on the sky as they worked and slowly, but surely kept them moving toward the north east. 


“Why are people so afraid of this place?” Jared asked as he hacked the head of yet another Undead. “These things do not put up any kind of a fight.”


A head rolled by and Za'ira huffed at him. “What did I tell you earlier? I've been here many times before and know where the worst of the monsters roam. A ways to the east, there's an area with a few ancient crypts and catacombs of some long forgotten civilization and over there, you can find all sorts of nasties. Ghouls, Ghasts, Spectres and there may even be a Mummy or two about. All of those things are quite the handful. So stay focused and don't get overconfident.” 


And on they travelled with extreme care. When one would sleep, the other would keep watch, and since an open fire would attract all sorts of filth, they huddled together for warmth. And inevitably, they got closer. They shared stories of their lives, told each other jokes and generally had a good time. 


And of course, Za'ira would tease the young Half-Elf relentlessly, always enjoying how embarrassed she could make him with even the smallest things. A remark laced with innuendo, a hot whisper in his ear, the list was almost endless. But on their final day in the Marsh, something happened that would change their lives forever. 


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“Gaaah!” Za'ira growled. “I cannot wait until we're in the Warm Lands. At least there, we can take a bath and clean our clothes.”


“Well, we'll be there before nightfall, won't we?”


The Orc Futa grunted in reply. The truth was, she was finding it more and more difficult to focus on her job. She had enjoyed their trip immensely, despite the ever present dangers and less than ideal travelling conditions. 


She especially liked the nights when they huddled together for warmth, which gave her an excuse to touch the Kishi. She had also come to realize what she was feeling toward her companion wasn't just lust. No, she was developing real, tangible feelings for the boy. 


He was kind and honest. Mature for his age, strong, very intelligent and a man of his word, it seemed and she found, much to her surprise that she trusted him implicitly. In that respect, it certainly helped that her Great Uncle liked him. So intent was she in her musings, that she did not notice a ghoul waiting in ambush below the surface of the marsh. 


“Za'ira!” Jared shouted and rushed forward and slammed into the monster which had lunged out of the water. The Half-Elf's sword clattered to the ground along with his pack. His momentum carried both him and the creature into the water and the pair disappeared into the deep. 


Za'ira stared at the water, frozen in place. What had just happened? She shook her head and looked around frantically. 


“Jared! JARED!”


She dropped everything and was about to throw herself into the pool when someone's head broke the surface on the other side. She darted over and pulled Jared up onto the ground and he coughed up a bit of water, before rolling onto his back, his chest heaving. His right hand was clutching the hilt of one of his knives. 


Jared coughed up a little bit of water. “Been a while since I went for a swim. This was not the company I was hoping for, to be honest.”


Za'ira grabbed his tunic and yanked him onto his feet. “What the bloody hell were you thinking?”


Jared sat up and shivered a little, looking more than a little out of it. “We look out for each other, right?” he half slurred. “That's what people who care about each other do.”


Oh, no. Za'ira stared at the young prince wide eyed and was a little startled when she found her heart hammering in her chest. Yes, she was falling hard for the young man and no mistake. He even told her he cared about her. And he had looked so perfect on the ground, before her and it did some incredible things to her libido. She powered through her building arousal, forcing it to manageable levels and helped her companion up.


“Alright, Jared, we need to move quickly. You need to get warm and dry. If we move fast, we can reach the Warm lands in three hours. There's a hut close to where we will cross into the area, where we can light a fire and warm you right up.” 


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Za'ira leaned against the wall of the hut and kept watch, even though she knew there were no beasts in the immediate area. The cold blooded reptiles did not often come up here, preferring the warmth down in the basin that made up most of the Warm Lands.


Well, she had told Jared that she'd keep watch the whole night and despite some protests, he'd finally given in once he realized he was basically dead on his feet. But Za'ira wasn't really keeping watch. No, she was staring at the young man with a slightly unnerving gaze, wondering what she was supposed to do with the feelings she had finally accepted had become too strong to ignore.


She wanted to make him hers, of that there was no doubt. But how? He cared for her and she was certain it was not platonic, so she could simply tell him the truth about how she felt, knowing it was reciprocated. It was the most honest thing to do, but there was always the very real and likely possibility he would reject her once he learned her secret. Then they'd drift apart and arrive in Stormhold and some floozy might claim him.


Unacceptable. 


He would be hers and that was that. Now, she could do this the normal way a Futa trained a pet; through intimidation, degradation and humiliation. She threw that option away almost as soon as she thought of it, however. For that to work, the pet in question would have to be accepting of such treatment on some level, and that wasn't Jared. 


He'd been subjected to all of these things from an early age and they would not work. And he was stubborn. He'd fight her every step of the way and it would be completely exhausting and the anger and resentment would cause him to eventually run away. 


And besides, if you decided to go this route, you had to be willing to take the person and break them, strip away everything they were and remake them into what you wanted them to be. 


Usually that meant a mindless fuckslut, solely created to sate your lust, and while Za'ira had taken such pets in the past, that wasn't what she was looking for now. No, she was looking for a mate, a partner. Furthermore, she was not willing to tear away everything that made Jared into the wonderful person she had fallen for.


Wait, she could try that. Za'ira remembered Man'drin, a fellow Futa she'd met in an inn, once, who'd told her of an elven pet she'd had at one time, many years before. She'd mentioned a strange thing happening when the pet serviced her orally. Something about developing a need for her seed. 


Thinking about it, Za'ira supposed it made sense. It was known to the Futas, that their seed had some very mild aphrodisiac properties. To orcs, at least. A little guy like Jared? Well, it would be rather interesting to see the results of a direct injection of her seed into his belly. 


All this thinking had turned Za'ira on immensely and she could feel her cock stirring a great deal. Looking over at Jared, who was fast asleep, she carefully removed her loincloth and laced down the leather fur lined briefs she wore beneath it. All Futas did, a sort of double safety, to ensure the survival of the secret. 


She took her cock in hand and gave it a couple of pumps, and she could feel it pulsing in the palm of her hand. She moaned almost inaudibly. Such a long time since she'd gotten any sort of release, and pretty soon, her long shaft and large testis were glistening, coated in a thick layer of juice. She threw out all of her normal fantasies, not needing them when the object of her immense desires was mere feet from her. 


Her hand moved up and down quickly, rapidly building her arousal, bringing her closer and closer to completion. It would not take long after all this time without any action, so she made her way to Jared and very carefully, straddled his waist, making certain to not touch him, so as to rouse him too early. This would have to be perfect, she would only get one chance at this. 


Her fist was now a blur and her breathing was growing heavier when she felt her balls starting to tighten up, a sign she was about to release. She began trembling and with one hand, she started shaking Jared out of his slumber. She backed away a little bit and shook him harder, desperately holding back the enormous orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. At long last, Jared shot upright and came face to face with her meat, which was pointing straight at him. 


The young Prince stared at the impossibly large cock for a moment, before opening his mouth to ask Za'ira what the hell was going on. The person in question recognized her opportunity and brought one hand behind his head, gently, but firmly holding it in place. Then she slid her cock into his open mouth, to the back of his throat, where she stopped, careful not to go to far. She did not want to hurt him, after all.


And then, with a lustful groan, she erupted. 


Shot after shot, she spurted her seed down his throat and into his belly. Now, on average, Za'ira would give the person sucking her off at least a good dozen mouthfuls of her cum, but after all this time, she hesitated to guess just how much she was pumping into her friend. It had to be an awful lot, seeing how his belly looked like he'd just eaten an absolutely massive meal, which he had, of course.


At long last, she stopped and let go of Jared, who slumped onto the floor. Za'ira watched, eyes half lidded with lust as the Prince's pupils dilated. His breathing became ragged, his nipples hardened and he shuddered in pleasure. She could see his own cock bulging in his breeches and she gave a triumphant smile.


Success!


This had gone perfectly; she had given him a taste of her cream, and the high he was experiencing now seemed similar to the one she'd seen people in when they'd taken a large dose of Dust. The high lasted for an hour and the person did not remember anything immediately before and during. The body remembered, though, remembered the pleasurable sensations.


Za'ira could feel her cock hardening once more and she started stroking it again. She looked fondly down on the Prince, who was blissfully unaware of what was happening. The orc Futa made her way to her pack and extracted a glass jar, insulated with leather. She undid the lid, which had been carved with a preservation rune and with a few quick pumps, came a dozen spurts into it, before closing it again and securing the jar in her pack once more. 


And now for the rest of her plan. She would place herself in charge of meals for the next while, and she would lace his food with a bit of her cum every day, a little more each time. She would make him hopelessly addicted to her seed and then, after a week or so, she would stop. She suspected the need would have him crawling up the walls, in less than a day. 


That night, she would reveal herself to him and make him realize she had what he needed, that she had an endless supply of it and that he was more than welcome to have as much of it he wanted, any time he liked. 


Tomorrow, she would also start testing him with his weapons and start training him, and she would use that to assert her dominance over him. Oh, she was seriously planning on helping him better his already considerable skills.


It was the perfect way make him realize she was superior, that he was beneath her. And the best part was that she wouldn't have to resort to humiliation of any sort. He'd come to understand his position in their relationship on his own. 


Za'ira got dressed once more and after tucking in the prince, once more took her position by the window, either gazing out into the night, or looking with fondness at her future mate. Things were looking good. Very good indeed.


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Jared woke up, feeling extremely refreshed and well rested. He smelled something cooking and looked up to find Za'ira walking over to him, carrying two bowls. She smiled at him and he smiled at her in return and accepted his stew with thanks. He ate like a man who'd gone hungry for days and he had to admit the food was fantastic and it made him feel incredible.


“I take it it's good?” Za'ira asked with a fond grin.


Jared nodded eagerly. “Oh, it's great, Za'ira. I didn't know you could cook! Well, you learn something new every day, I suppose.”


His orc companion nodded her accord. “Indeed. I was thinking I would see to our meals for the next while. Speaking of learning, I was wondering if you'd like me to take a look at your swordplay and help you train? It's the least I can do after you saved my life.”


Jared rubbed the back of his head and looked away shyly, telling her she did not need to do that, not noticing the needy look on Za'ira's face. Oh, how she wanted to cradle that head in her hand as he bobbed on her cock... Soon. Very soon. Good things came to those who were patient.


“I insist,” she said sternly. She would not take no for an answer. “I found a pair of tree branches last night and whittled them into the rough shapes of our swords, so we can start before dinner tonight. What do you say?”


He gave her a smile that almost melted her onto the floor. “That sounds great, Za'ira.”


That night, the pair sparred for the first time. And predictably, it was not even a contest. Za'ira had started by having Jared go through the motions on his own, and she could find few faults in them. 


Then she had decided to spar with him and it had taken less than an minute for him to end up on his back with her sword at his throat. In all honesty, he was a fantastic fighter. All he lacked was experience, but this worked just fine for her plans.


“Looks like it's my victory, Kishi,” she said. She was careful not to offer to help him to his feet. 


Jared scrambled to his feet and rubbed a sore spot on his ass, which made Za'ira's cock twitch. Oh, this was pure torture, but she would endure, as the rewards were great.


“What does that word mean, Kishi?” Jared asked as he went to grab his shirt from a nearby rock. “You've called me that several times, now.”


The orc smiled fondly at him at the question. “It means 'Little One.'”


Jared gave her a strange smile. “I'm a Little One?”


“Yes, of course, Little One,” Za'ira answered as if it was obvious, which made Jared think and he had to admit she wasn't wrong. He was rather small, compared to her.


“Could you ready out our bedrolls while I get dinner going?”


That night, the Half-Elf went to bed extremely satisfied and Za'ira had to wonder if she'd fed him too much of her cream, but decided it was fine. After all, it would only make him crave more.


The next day went much the same. They had breakfast, travelled through the day and before they set up camp in the evening, he was trashed by Za'ira and ended up on his back, looking up at her. This time, she stood over him with a foot on his chest.


“You must not leave your side open like that, Little One. Sure, you're fast, but you will come up against someone who's faster and they will take advantage.” Jared tried to get up, but she stood fast. 


“You know, in orc lands, the boys call their teacher 'Master'. Now, I'm a woman and I'm teaching you, so that would make me... 'Mistress', wouldn't it?” she asked rhetorically as she stared into Jared's eyes and maintained pressure on his chest.


“I suppose... Mistress,” Jared said, a little embarrassed.


Za'ira gave him a lovely smile and released him, not bothering to offer him a hand up. “That's good, Little One. A student should always remember his place beneath his Mistress. The bedrolls, please. I'll see to dinner.”


Jared watched her go, then went to ready their bedrolls. He was finding that little conversation rather strange, but in a sense, it reminded him of the way Jaspar had sometimes been when he'd been training under him. He supposed some things worked the same, no matter where you went. When he was done with his task, he returned to the fire and Za'ira motioned for him to sit down as she brought him his food. 


The Prince was a little embarrassed when he noticed he was a little too eager and he was staring at the food in her hands. He couldn't explain why, but the meals over the last two days had been utterly fantastic. He gratefully accepted the bowl and ate with a ravenous appetite, barely managing to suppress a pleasurable moan as he felt the pleasing sensations coarse through his body. This was simply sublime!


“Little One?”


“Yes, what is it?” Jared asked and with some difficulty, paused in his eating to look at his beautiful companion.


“Tomorrow, we will descend into the basin, where the beasts dwell, so we will have to remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted. We could skirt around and travel the upper reaches, but it will take much too long.”


“Alright,” Jared agreed. “If you think it best. You're the guide, after all.”


Za'ira gave him a stern look. “Have you forgotten how to address me, Little One?”


It took Jared a moment to understand what she meant. “No, of course not, Mistress. It will not happen again.”


“Good. So long as I am your teacher, make sure to address me properly. Discipline is key for any student, wishing to learn from their Mistress,” Za'ira said with a confidence she wasn't really feeling, but she had to maintain the facade, at least until she was ready to take Jared further.


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That morning, the pair descended into the basin and Jared walked behind his Mistress, keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings, while stealing an occasional glance at Za'ira's perfect ass. As he let his eyes wander, he had to marvel at the beauty of this rugged land and it was truly a land of contrasts. 


On one hand, you had towering mountains, full of snow and ice and he'd seen more than one glacier capping those same mountains. And now, they were travelling among geysers and bubbling lava pits. 


A word from his Mistress as they travelled through a narrow, twisting gully brought him back to reality and Jared unsheathed his weapon when he saw Za'ira do the same. A slight tremor in the ground told Jared that something was coming. Something big. They both readied their swords and walked slowly forward. 


Then the beast came around the next bend and Jared almost dropped his sword. If there were such things as dragons, this creature had to be one of them. It had to be at least thirty feet long, ten feet high, and looked like it weighed at least a ton. It had grey, scaly skin and the claws on its feet looked sharp and deadly.


“Lucky for us, It's not an adult,” Za'ira said as she charged forward and slashed at the beast, but her sword skid of the scales. She retreated and the beast slowed down and stared at them. 


“The best way is to try and stab it where the legs meet the torso. We have the advantage in this cramped space, so it cannot swipe at us with its tail. And whatever you do, do not let it bite you. Its teeth are poisonous and it will kill you. Slowly.”


“Alright, Mistress. Should we attack it from both ends? I think I can use the walls of the gully to get behind it.”


“Good idea, Little One. Ready? Then let's go!” 


Jared nodded and when his Mistress charged the beast, he darted to the side and quickly climbed into the wall of the gully and raced along, and vaulted off once he was far enough. He rushed forward, and just managed to stab the animal in the right place. The beast screamed and turned its head, but it was attacked from the front as soon as it did and Za'ira thrust her blade to the hilt at an angle and the animal dropped dead.


“Well, that was quick,” Jared said and stared at the monster with a shake of his head. “Just how big do those bloody things get, Mistress?”


Za'ira walked over to her Little One and smiled. “You did well for your first time. Now, to answer your question, Little One; they do not grow much larger, but their skin thickens and their scales grow harder. Had it been a mature den mother, we would have been eaten.”


“Well, that's a grizzly fate, to be sure,” Jared said. 


“Yes, I'd say so. We will keep to these gullies as much as possible. The drakes do not often come here, and if they do, we have the advantage of the tight space.”


That night, Za'ira decided to stop feeding her Little One her seed. It was a day earlier than she had planned, but she felt no more was needed and that he would be easily seduced the following night. There was another thing that played into her decision and that was a certain cave they would reach in the afternoon the following day. It was the perfect place for the next step in her plan. It was private, warm and they could take their time, as the entrance was too small for a drake to enter. 


After a rather fierce training session, which Jared did better than ever before, the pair of them sat down to eat and Jared dug into his food with gusto. It tasted as good as always, but something was different. It wasn't quite as satisfying. Jared decided against voicing his observations and simply ate his meal and thanked his Mistress for the food and went to bed. 


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Bolting up from his bedroll, Jared woke up in the night, sweating, and shivering after a nightmare. He found it odd that he would wake up from a dream, as he almost never remembered his dreams. It had been a strange dream. In it, he had been running from some unknown beast, cloaked in shadow and malice. 


He had run and run, and yet, the beast had caught him and grabbed him, then swallowed him whole. He laid down again and tried to calm his nerves, but found himself unable to do so. He was restless and felt like he needed something. What it was, he did not know. 


Unknown to the Little One, his Mistress was watching the whole scene with satisfaction. While she detested the idea of him being in pain, it was necessary for her plan to come to a satisfying conclusion. 


In the morning, Za'ira made breakfast and took a proper look at her companion. He was pale and restless and looked sick. She handed him his portion of the meal, and he ate with little appetite, wincing when the meal wasn't as pleasing as it had been for the previous mornings. 


“Something wrong, Little One?” Za'ira asked in faux concern. 


“Just a little peaked., Mistress. Nothing to worry about. I'm certain I'll be fine after a while.”


“If you say so, Little One.”


They had travelled for a few hours and Jared was feeling worse and worse. Now, he was trembling and shaking and sweating. He was having trouble focusing and he could feel his Mistress' eyes on him, weighing and measuring and he felt as if he was letting her down and it gnawed at his soul. He did not have any appetite when midday arrived and told his Mistress as much and she gave him a disapproving look. 


“You are clearly not alright, Little One. In around four hours, we will reach a cave I want us to spend the night and the next night as well, if you're still feeling under the weather, come the morrow. You will have to be on your toes when we reach Amber Rock, a village three days from here.”


“As you will, Mistress.”


Eventually, the pair reached the cave. By now, Jared felt as if he was being pricked by a thousand tiny needles. He was feverish and his head hurt. His Mistress led him inside, through a narrow opening, barely large enough for them to get through, and they found themselves in a small, warm space, large enough for two people to spread their bedrolls. Jared spied a narrow passage further in that led deeper into the cave. 


“There is a hot spring in the chamber further in and I think I will go and bathe. Set up camp, please, then come join me. It will help. But take your time, I want to clean myself up, first. ”


And with that, his Mistress dropped her things onto the floor of the cave and disappeared along the passage. Jared shook his head and grunted a little at the pain. He did as he was told and then removed most of his clothes, before he followed his Mistress further in. 


It was a little steamy in this part of the cave. Jared could see a fairly large pool and hear water rushing into it from somewhere. He rounded a bend in the passage and froze. Standing in the middle of the pool, with her back to him, was his Mistress. 


The water reached to her waist and she was busy washing her naked upper body. Her hands moved in slow, methodical patterns around her body and she obviously took great pleasure in finally being able to properly clean herself. 


She was utterly perfect, Jared thought. Quite a few scars lined her toned back, but instead of detracting from her beauty, they only added to it, made her more mysterious and alluring, somehow. She had loosened her hair from her braid and tied it into a high ponytail, and Jared assumed she had washed it before he arrived. 


“Are you enjoying the show, Little One?” Mistress Za'ira asked as she turned around, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she was flashing her large, perfect breasts. 


Jared blushed and turned on the spot. “I am sorry, Mistress. I hope I have not offended you!”


A sensual, throaty laugh met his words. “Oh, you silly Little One. What did I tell you the first day we met? That you could stare all you wanted. That hasn't changed, and I enjoy your eyes on me, Kishi. Now get naked, get in here and wash my back.”


With a little hesitation, Jared took of the rest of his clothes and placed them next to his Mistress' clothes on the bank and quickly got into the water. He approached her and accepted the cloth she held out to him. They stood looking at each other for a moment, before he understood that she was not going to move. He stepped around her and dipped the cloth into the water and began washing her back. His Mistress let out a low moan at his touch. Finally, she had him touching her! 


“How are you feeling, Kishi,” she asked after a while. 


“It's getting worse, Mistress. I don't know what it is. I've been sick before and had the flu often, but this is something else. I feel a craving for something, but for the life of me, I cannot imagine what for. I've never used anything stronger than ale, I do not drink coffee and I will never touch Dust so long as I live.”


“Indeed,” Za'ira said and took the cloth from his hands and threw it onto the bank, next to her clothes. “I believe I know what is happening, and I know of a cure,” she said and eyed him over her shoulder. “Follow me and I will give it to you.”


The two of them walked over to the other side of the pool and Jared noticed it was becoming shallower. Slowly, Jared was graced with the view of his orc companion's amazing figure and his eyes were glued to her ass, once it emerged from the water. 


Then he thought he saw something swinging between her legs, but decided it had merely been a trick of the light. His Mistress walked over to a rock formation that looked almost like a throne, where the water reached up the her calves, but came well up to his own thighs. 


“This will do nicely. Little One, that craving you've been feeling? It's the need for my seed,” she said and turned around slowly, and for the first time, the Little One saw his Mistress in all her glory. 


His eyes landed on her large, wonderful breasts, and he idly noted he had discovered the two piercings she had mentioned, then he looked at her abs and finally found the massive cock, nestled in a large bush of curly hair that looked well maintained. His eyes nearly bugged out. He lifted his head and stared at Za'ira, who was looking at him with clear lust and desire.


“Sorry, what?”


His Mistress sat down onto the rock, leaned back and spread her legs slowly, allowing her flaccid member to rest on the stone. A large drop of clear liquid formed on the slit and she collected it onto a finger and held it out to her Kishi.


“My seed, Little One. Come closer,” she commanded and the Little One felt himself unconsciously doing as he was told. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He did and she let the drop fall onto his tongue. He swallowed and he shivered. And allowed his eyes to fall onto her cock, which was trickling more liquid.


“This taste... This feeling...”


Za'ira smiled. This was going better than she could have hoped for. “That's right, Little One. Your Mistress has what you need right here. An endless supply. You can have as much as you like, whenever you want. I've been giving it to you without asking for anything in return, but this time, I'm afraid you're going to have to work for your prize. Now, get on your knees.”


If the Little One's mind hadn't been so addled with need and lust, he'd have had a few questions for his Mistress, regarding this whole scenario, but as it was, his need was too great to even think about anything other than that wholesome treat that awaited him.


The Little One slowly sank to his knees in front of his Mistress, his eyes never leaving her cock. He reached out and lifted it from the stone and he was a bit surprised at how heavy it was. He gently fondled it and eyed his Mistress when she let out a pleased moan. 


“That's it, Little One, play with it, explore it. Make it hard.”


The Little One started stroking it slowly, getting used to the feeling of the cock in his hands and soon it started leaking even more, and the musky scent almost overwhelmed him. He leaned forward and very nearly engulfed the head of her cock with his mouth, but his Mistress stopped him with a hand on his head.


“Not yet, Little One,” she said and scooted forward a bit, allowing her balls to hang freely. “I want you to play with it some more and pay attention to my jewels down there as well. Give them some love. After all, that's where your medicine will come from. Move them around. Kiss them and suck them.”


The Little One eyed his Mistress' balls, which were the size of large lime fruits. He was still a tad reluctant, but his Mistress raked her fingers through his short hair a few times and massaged his scalp in a soothing fashion. 


She applied the faintest pressure on the back of his head and the young man cupped her balls in his palm, to roll them around gently. He even placed a kiss on one of them and he licked them and put them in his mouth. As much as he could, anyway. 


A moment later, the Mistress allowed her arousal to bloom and she felt her cock slowly begin to grow, and was soon at full mast. The Little One leaned back and stared at it in awe. It was absolutely massive, long and thick. It had to be fourteen inches, at the very least and it looked like he could barely grasp it fully with his fingers. His Mistress placed a finger under his chin and brought his eyes to hers, which were half lidded with lust. 


“My balls are feeling lonely, Kishi. You should go back to loving them, don't you think?”


The Little One nodded and resumed his duties and took the hanging orbs into his palm, rolled them around, earning a low moan from his Mistress. Then he leaned in and started licking them, at which point his Mistress relaxed a little and a steady stream of juice started flowing from the slit of her cock. It ran down her succulent shaft and onto the Kishi's tongue. She felt him shudder and become much more eager in his quest to please his Mistress.


The Mistress, still playing with her submissive's hair and massaging his scalp eventually tugged lightly on his hair and pulled him up a little. “Lick your way to my tip. Swirl your tongue around it.” 


The Little One did as she commanded and played with her tip, which had a very pleasant, velvety texture. A slight push on his head by his Mistress prompted him to open his mouth and allow her head to slide in and was rewarded with an even larger stream of juice. 


The Mistress moaned appreciatively. “Suck, sweetie. Take my cock as far into your mouth as you can, stroke it with one hand and play with my girls with the other, but don't try to take too much of me; you're not ready.”


Her submissive sucked on the tip for a little while, then lowered his head further onto her cock and started bobbing his head slowly. He allowed some of her sweet precum to escape from his sealed lips and it trickled down the massive shaft, making it very slick. Perfect for sliding his hand up and down as he kept servicing her. 


Mistress Za'ira was barely able to focus through the pleasure now. His mouth and hands were working in a steady rhythm, and he was slowly, but surely bringing her to completion. Her Little One was amazingly skilled, especially considering this was his first time sucking a cock. In fact, Za'ira was certain this was the Half-Elf's first sexual experience, period.


Oh, how incredible it was going to feel to release in his mouth again. She'd have to be careful not to feed him too much. She wanted him to be there afterwards, so that he would understand what had transpired. 


Then, suddenly, she felt the stirrings of the end, deep down in her balls. Her breathing became erratic and she had to fight the urge to buck her hips, and jam her cock down the Little One's throat. Instead, she guided his head up, so that just her tip remained in his mouth and blasted a massive shot of seed into his mouth, which was just about swallowed. Once that was done, she drove her cock to the back of his throat and gave him a good blast into his tummy, for good measure. 


With a gargantuan force of will, Za'ira pulled her Little One of her cock and eased him down into the water, where she practically bathed him in the rest of her seed. Jared barely reacted as he sat in water, feeling extremely good as the pleasure ran through him and his need was finally satisfied. 


Za'ira eventually finished cumming and slumped back onto the rock, panting heavily. By the gods, this had to be the greatest, most fulfilling thing she had ever done. She eventually rose and picked up her partner and carried him deeper into the water, where she proceeded with washing him and then brought him to the rock once more and laid him down. She laid down next to him and wrapped herself around her Little One. She let her breathing soothe him into sleep.


She lay there for a long time, thinking about what she had done. She knew what he was going to ask, once he woke up. Did she have an answer for him? How would he react? It was a long time, before she managed to sleep, her mind plagued with such questions...


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Jared woke up feeling very good. In fact, he felt better than he had for a very long time. He felt safe and secure, somehow. Fulfilled. The arms that were wrapped around him didn't feel terrible, either. He felt a hot breath on his head, which trailed down his neck and he became aware of something soft pressing against his back. Then he felt something else, a ways down, something he was fairly sure wasn't supposed to be there. 


It was then he remembered everything that had happened the night before and his eyes widened in shock. He started to move, but Za'ira's arms wrapped around him a little tighter.


“Shhh, Sweetie, relax. It's OK. You're safe. How are you feeling?”


Despite everything, Jared did relax into her embrace once more. How was he feeling? He wasn't sure how to approach the question. On one hand, he felt he should be angry with her. Livid, even. On the other, they had engaged in intimacy the night before, even if some parts hadn't been exactly how he'd envisioned them. Part of him was glad they had, but there was still the fact that she had, essentially, drugged him and made him susceptible to her... advances. So it left him with one question, at least to begin with.


“Why?”


Za'ira released a deep sigh and relaxed her grip a little, giving him a sign he could leave her embrace if he so desired. She'd known this would be his first question, and it was no wonder, but it was the hardest one. 


“I did what I did because I'm a coward, Jared. I've been falling in love with you for a while now, but it wasn't until after that fucking ghoul pulled you under, that I realized what I was feeling wasn't just lust, but something far greater. Can you tell me you didn't feel the same?”


Jared couldn't, of course. He turned around in her arms and stared searchingly into her amber eyes. “If you knew how I felt, then why didn't you just tell me?”


“Because I was deathly afraid you'd reject me once you learned my secret, and the very idea some other woman might claim you made me ill. I just...” Za'ira paused then, looking for the words. 


“Jared, we orcs are very dominant by nature, and Futan'ari, like me even more so, and we tend to take what we want. And so I did, knowing it wasn't right and I am truly sorry that I gave into my baser instincts. If you want nothing to do with me once we reach Stormhold, I'll understand, but I just want you to know I love you, and it's the first time I've ever felt that way, for someone like you.”


Jared stared into her eyes once more and he could she the myriad of emotions flash through them; earnest hope, guilt, pain, sorrow and finally resignation. He frowned as he bore witness to her show of vulnerability, knowing in his heart, she absolutely never showed that side to anyone, that she was laying herself bare to him. 


How could he not adore her? He loved everything about her. Her intellect, mischievous nature, humour, strength, and her body... Her body was absolutely perfect. Even that massive, utterly addictive cock of hers. It was strong, powerful and perfect, like her. He tilted his head to the side and smiled at her.


“You're silly, you know that?” he said as he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. 


Za'ira backed away in shock, before she lunged in and crushed her lips to his, in an even more forceful kiss that left them both breathless. She wasn't satisfied, though and she rolled on top of him and kissed him once more. This time, Jared parted her lips with his tongue and Za'ira opened her mouth to accept it. 


Predictably, her tongue overpowered his instantly, and thoroughly battered it into submission. Jared shuddered and moaned as he felt a buzz coming on, not unlike how he felt after he'd had an ale or two. He dimly realized if her saliva could do that, he was bound to become utterly addicted to all of her and quickly.


Something hard poked the Little One after a while and he felt the precum flow liberally from Mistress Za'ira's cock and onto his body. He slid his hand between them, grasped her hard cock and stroked it a few times, before settling in her thick bush of pubic hair. His fingers played with it and occasionally went lower, to fondle her balls, which he noticed were shaved clean.


“You want more, Little One? I've made more. So much more. It's hot and sweet, and it's all for you.”


They broke apart, and the Mistress leaned against back the stone, in a similar way she had the night before. She slowly spread her legs and her Little One went to work on her tasty, thick cock. He immediately got it down as far as he could and ran his tongue in circles around the spongy head when he came back up, and dipped it into the slit on occasion, to be rewarded with a moan and a mouthful of juice. 


There was something happening, though, something the Little One did not remember from before. He could feel his mouth going a little numb and his tongue felt a bit thick. Then he could feel his throat start to relax as well. The Little One slowly bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of his Mistress' cock each time, and he found his throat relaxing even further as he was rewarded with a ceaseless stream of liquid. 


Mistress Za'ira was very impressed. Her Little One was obviously quite taken with her cock and it was clear he wanted to do as good a job as he possibly could, which involved taking her as deep as possible. He wasn't doing too badly and it was very pleasurable, but perhaps she should help him along a bit. 


She ran her fingers through his hair and cradled the back of his head in her large hand. Then, after he'd bobbed on her cock a few times, she gently, but firmly pressed down on his head, forcing her cock further into the Little One's mouth, than it had ever gone before. 


When the resistance was too much, the Mistress eased her hand up a little, to allow him a breath or two, but did not give him too much time to contemplate what she was doing, and pressed him down again. A little harder this time, and she held him longer, but her cock would not go any further. The angle was quite obviously not right. She had an idea of how to fix that, but she had to ask him if he willing to proceed. 


“Are you alright, Little One?” she asked her dazed companion, who was looking at her with a silly expression. He finally caught his breath and took her cock in hand and stroked it fondly.


The Little One nodded. “Yes, Mistress. You took me by surprise, that's all. I'd like to try again.” 


Mistress Za'ira smiled happily at her Little One and caressed his cheek with one hand, before she scooped up a large drop of juice with her finger and presented it to him. It was greedily sucked off her finger. She played around in his mouth for a moment, then asked him to lie on his back on the stone.


“That's it, sweetie. Now, I'm going to have to ask. Do you trust me? I'm going to attempt something that requires trust between the two people doing it.”


The Little One answered instantly. “Yes, I trust you, Mistress. I know you won't do anything to hurt me.”


Mistress Za'ira was extremely glad to hear that. “Alright. Now, lean your head over the edge of the stone and open your mouth. Doing this will open up your throat. I'm going to insert my cock into your mouth to try and get it all the way in. If you do well, I will reward you with something that feels absolutely amazing. Now, are you ready?”


At her Little One's mark of approval, she took up her position in front of his face and ran her cock along his open lips a few times. She then slid it in slowly, straight to the back of his throat and met very little resistance, but the Little One instinctively tried to close his throat in fear. She held her cock there, and maintained the pressure.


“Shhhh, darling. Relax your throat. Let me in. Remember; please your Mistress and you'll be rewarded.”


She felt her Little One relax and before he could do anything about it, she thrust her hips forward. In she went and didn't stop until her balls tapped his forehead. She moaned in triumph. She was there! And it was unbelievable. Tight, warm and wet. She slowly slid out again, but was careful of not removing her cock from his mouth.


“Match your breathing with my thrusts, my love. I'm about to start properly fucking your throat, now.”


There was a slight twitch of his arms, but he did not resist and she felt him take a deep breath through his nose. Once she felt him stop, she slowly thrust her cock forward and in one smooth movement, went all the way again. 


Her thrusts were gentle and she took her time, so that her Little One could breathe, and besides, this felt amazing and she wasn't in any hurry. They needed to rest and she had decided to spend two days here. She felt her partner relax more and more and eventually, he started moaning every time she extracted her cock from his throat. The vibrations they created were simply divine. Could it be that he was one of the lucky ones? If so, this boy was simply perfect in every respect. 


After quite some time of this new, pleasurable activity, she removed her cock from his throat and mouth completely, but was quite happy to hear him whine in protest. Swift as a shadow, his hand shot out and grabbed her cock in an attempt to put it back into his mouth. His Mistress smiled at him affectionately.


“Don't worry, Little One,” she said, her voice husky with arousal. “Your Mistress will feed you before we're done. Now, get on your hands and knees, your ass towards me.”


His eyes went wide at that. “Mistress, do you mean to...”


She let out a needful moan. “No, not this time. Your ass isn't ready. We need to train it before I do anything like that. I am very large, even among my own kind, and I will hurt and injure you if we rush into that. Make no mistake, however, my cock will claim your ass. After all, it's mine, is it not?”


“Yes,” was his instant reply.


She watched as her Little One took up the position she had asked him, and she brought her cock to his hole. She was very careful, not to penetrate it, but the temptation was almost too great to resist. She grabbed her cock and pumped it a few times. Quite a lot of liquid squirted out of it and onto his crack. She spread his cheeks and used her cock to lather it around, before leaving a puddle of it on his lower back. 


The Little One felt as something wet and sticky landed on the top of his asscrack and slowly ran downwards. He was wondering what it was, when he felt his Mistress spread his cheeks and something incredibly hot came into contact with his asshole, then moved around slowly. He knew it was her cock, and he also knew it was very large, but feeling it against his ass put things into a certain perspective. That thing was going inside him? Would he die if it did?


His Mistress sat down on the rock, to his right. He felt her fingers scoop up some of the juice from his back and he felt a bit weird when she began fondling his hole with her fingers. She spent some time playing with it and he felt it relax, similar to the way his mouth and throat had done earlier. Then he felt one finger rest at the opening.


“I'm going to push my finger inside, Little One, but I want to make sure you want this. Please tell me if any of this is making you uncomfortable, and we'll stop. I do not want to do anything you're not willing to do.”


Instead of replying to her verbally, her Little One gazed into her eyes and backed into her finger and wiggled his ass a bit, while giving her a look full of lust and trust. Mistress Za'ira smiled at him and he felt pressure begin to mount on his little hole, and eventually, her finger popped into him, which caused him to gasp in surprise. 


He had never had anything in his hole before, and while it didn't hurt, it felt... strange. And yet, he somehow felt it was only right that he give it to her. She slowly pushed her finger further in, making certain to take her time, so that he could properly process what she was doing. Then, when her finger had gone a ways in, she brushed across something that sent a jolt through him, making him gasp and his cock squirt out some juice.


There! Mistress Za'ira smiled softly as her Little One reacted to her touching his little magic button. She had never failed to find it in any of the few males she had taken thus far in her life, but in truth, those earlier times, she had only done so in order to turn them into obedient little slaves, but not this time. 


No, this time, she was desperate to make sure he enjoyed himself, and it would also help him understand, come to terms with his role in their relationship, whenever they were being intimate. There was just one more thing that needed to happen. And she was certain it would happen any moment now.


Her finger kept working its magic and eventually, it was all the way inside. She slowly fucked his ass with her finger and her Little One moaned in pleasure, barely coherent by that time. Then she saw her Little One put all his weight onto his left hand, so that he could lift his right, and grasp his cock with it. That was it. The moment she had been waiting for.


“No, Kishi,” she whispered to him and nudged him a little, so that he had to use both hands to maintain his balance. “There will be no more touching your cock for release,” she continued and started to relentlessly rub that sweet spot. 


“From now on, you will only reach completion through your asshole. Or, if you're lucky, as I suspect you are, you will be one of those few who can reach their release with a cock in their throat.”


Mistress Za'ira was merciless in her efforts and her Little One could barely comprehend what she was saying, but somehow, it reached his mind, and he accepted it as law. He was hers, and she knew what was best for him. 


“I know you feel good now, my love, but just imagine how good this will feel when it's my big, throbbing cock that's doing this,” his Mistress whispered hoarsely and swept her finger across his button particularly hard. 


That, coupled with the hazy image of her cock in his ass, sent her Little One over the edge. Mistress Za'ira felt as his ass clenched her finger hard, as he crested and shot his watery load onto the rock in a few, small bursts. 


Her Little One crumbled to the stone and lay there limply for a few breaths, but was barely given a moment to collect himself, before she had her cock at his lips. On reflex, he opened his mouth and began sucking on her meat, which was rock hard and leaking heavily. 


She was so completely aroused, it would take mere moments for her to finish, and she had promised to feed him before they were done. She was a futa of her word, after all. And just then, she exploded into his mouth with a grunt and sent a pair of massive gushes of her seed into his mouth, which her Little One did his best to swallow. 


Mindful of not feeding him too much of her seed, due to her wanting him to remember all of what had transpired, she pulled out and once again, bathed him in the rest of it. Eventually, the stream stopped and she collapsed onto the stone next to her lover with a contented sigh. 


Oh, this had been utterly glorious, the best she'd ever had, by far. The Little One seemed to have her reaching new heights every time they were intimate. She turned her head toward her Kishi who was staring at the ceiling, with a silly grin on his face. 


“Something funny, Jared?” Za'ira asked and reached over to scoop up some of her seed and fed it to him with her finger. 


“No, not really, Za'ira. I'm just happy, you know. To be here with you, like this. Who knows how long it will be until we can do something like this again. I mean, there is still a ways to go before we reach Stormhold.”


“Hmmm, that's true. And I think we should keep this a secret, at least for the first while. You are a foreign diplomat, after all, and this is not really proper.”


Jared snorted. “I don't care about what's proper. I'm not ashamed of any of this.” His face became a mask of concern. “Are you?”


Za'ira stumbled into the water and pulled her lover with her, and started to clean him up. “No, of course not,” she said and kissed him on the top of his head. “I just think we should wait to reveal our intimacy until after the treaty has been signed and sealed with the blood of both you and my sister. We do not want anyone to think there was something going on in the background which influenced your decisions.”


Jared nodded along with her. It was solid reasoning, but then again, Za'ira wasn't stupid. “You're right. Shall we to bed, then?”


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It was early in the morning when those unlikely lovers stood at the mouth of the cave, ready to set out on the the last leg of the journey. With a belly full of Za'ira's warm cream, Jared should be fine for at least a day, and the two jars of cream for his meals should see him out for the rest of the journey.


Two days later, they emerged from the Warm Lands, and the trip had been uneventful. There had been quite a bit of Drake activity, but they had managed to avoid a confrontation, mostly due to Za'ira's knowledge of the place. 


It was around sundown when they arrived at Amber Rock, and Jared learned the reason for the name. The town was built on a rise, in front of a large, scythe like rock formation. The sun was hanging low on the horizon, and bathed the rock in a deep amber light, and it was cast back upon the town, in a splendid show. 


“I've always liked Amber Rock, Jared,” Za'ira said with a smile. “It's a laid back place, and good for relaxing. The hot springs are spectacular.”


Jared found that a bit hard to believe, this close to the Warm Lands. “The Drakes don't cause them problems?”


Za'ira pursed her lips as they marched toward the town. “Not too often, but when they do, it's always a hassle. It's worth it in the eyes of those who live here, though. The earth beneath Amber Rock, the actual rock, that is, is extremely rich in precious metals.”


“So, I'd be right in assuming they are staunch supporters of the trade agreement, then?”


“Yes, they've been pushing for it, for a long time now,” the Futa replied and glanced down at her companion. “I'd like to head to the Mayor's office first, to see if there's any news. I've been gone a long time and Ar'thas has always been one to have an ear to the ground.”


“You want me to go with you, or should I go find us rooms?”


Za'ira shot her lover an incredulous look. “There's not a chance I'll be letting you out of my sight. Besides, Ar'thas and I have been dear friends for many years, so I'm fairly certain she'll put us up in her home.”


A sudden thought entered Jared's mind. “Is she a...”


“A Fut'anari? Yes, she is,” Za'ira confirmed. “You will find that, in the Hinterlands, most towns of any real import will have a Futa ruler, Jared. We are stronger, faster and smarter, the pinnacle of orc evolution. It stands to reason we would lead, no?”


“That's true, I suppose.” 


They walked the rest of the way in silence, with Jared turning his head this way and that, taking in the look of the town. It wasn't a large place, and the houses were low, made of stone. The masonry was excellent, and Jared could tell the orcs were very good craftsmen.


Eventually, they found themselves standing at the doors to the Mayor's manor, the two guards glaring at them suspiciously, especially Jared. Za'ira raised an eyebrow, and stared at them, until they opened the doors for them. 


Once they were inside, and the doors closed again, Za'ira huffed in annoyance. “Newbies. Always the same.”


“Ain't that the truth!” someone said in an amused voice at the end of the hall. 


“Ar'thas!” Za'ira, exclaimed, and the pair of them hugged each other affectionately. “It's been far too long.”


The mayor smiled, and released her friend with a laugh. She turned a critical look onto Jared, who blushed, and felt as if she was staring into his soul. He quickly allowed himself to take in her appearance. 


She wasn't quite as muscular as Za'ira, nor as well endowed, but she was still amazingly beautiful. Her black hair was shaved on the sides, and part of her forehead was covered with her bangs, while the rest of her mop fell down the back of her neck. She also wore a pair of earrings, that were made from some kind of feathers. She wore a tight leather jerkin, and the same fur lined hide skirt as Za'ira did.


“So this is the Prince? He sure likes to stare, doesn't he?” the mayor said suddenly.


“Oh, yes. That he does,” Za'ira replied with a small laugh.


Jared was roused from his observations, and he blushed a deep red. “I beg your pardon, Madame Mayor.”


Ar'thas grinned at him, showing her pearly whites. “Oh, don't be silly! Who wouldn't want to be admired by someone so fine as yourself. Makes a woman itchy in all the right places!”


Not knowing what to say, Jared looked at Za'ira, who was shaking with mirth. “He's just so precious, and shy!”


The pair of them broke out in bellows of laughter, and Za'ira put a hand on Jared's shoulder and followed her friend, as she motioned for them to come to her study. The room was very simple. One window, one desk with three chairs, and one bookshelf. Seemed the Mayor wasn't keen on gaudy things. They sat down, and began talking.


“So, what can you tell me, Art?” Za'ira asked. “I've been gone for far too long, and there were tensions when I left.” 


Ar'thas shook her head and an ugly frown found its way to her brow. “War's brewing, Z. Kul'dak of Cold Rocks is putting together an army, and has brought into the fold, several of the smaller, more isolated clans.”


“He's marching on Stormhold, then?”


Art nodded. “He's about ready to head out, according to E'gwin. She's been monitoring the situation for me, and I've sent missives to your sister. Stormhold is quite ready.”


“Why not move on them, since you know they're coming?” Jared asked. 


“T'alis wants them all where she can crush them under her heel. She's going to exterminate all the traitors at once, and feed them to the beasts of the Crystal Sea,” Ar'thas said with a shudder, and a lazy smile. 


It was shared with her by Za'ira. “All the sisters are coming, then?”


“Yes,” Ar'thas confirmed. “They have all pledged their loyalty to the Queen, and most will have arrived at Stormhold, by now.”


“Ku'ldak, you idiot,” Za'ira muttered. “Did you not know this was bound to happen?”


“Well, orc males aren't exactly known for their brains, Z. Now, how about you, boy? If it comes down to it, will you fight for T'alis?”


Jared gave her a resolute nod. “Yes, of course. If we are to have any hope of successful negotiations, Queen T'alis must sit the throne. I'll do my part.”


Ar'thas gave him an appraising look, before she went on. “You sure you can? Fighting orcs isn't the same as fighting puny elves, or stupid humans. Or stumpy dwarves.”


“Well, I guess we'll have to see, won't we,” Jared replied with a firm gaze. 


Za'ira couldn't stop herself, and put a hand on Jared's shoulder, and smiled at him, her eyes filled with affection. “He'll be fine, Art. He took down a Drake on the way here.”


Noting the interplay Art's eyebrows rose a fraction, but she didn't comment on it at that moment. She'd have to have a moment with her friend, Z. “Did he now? Impressive.”
She rose from her chair. “My servants have prepared a bath for you two in your rooms. Clean yourselves, and join me for dinner.”


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The travelling pair cleaned themselves thoroughly, and joined the mayor of Amber Rock for a great meal, where they told their host some of what had happened on their journey, and why they came this way, instead of the normal route. 


Jared found Ar'thas to be very good company. She was articulate, and funny, and he had to admit he rather enjoyed when she flirted with him, but felt a little guilty when he noted the slight frown of his lover. 


“Why don't you retire for the evening, Jared?” Ar'thas proposed once the meal was over. “Knowing my friend, Za'ira, she's going to want an early start in the morning.”


Jared gave his companion a look, and she nodded at him in dismissal. Another instance Ar'thas noted with some unease, though she hid it well. Jared then excused himself, and retired to his room. The two orcs then made their way to Art's office, where the mayor closed the door, and locked it. Once that was done, she rounded on her friend.


“What the hell are you playing at, Z? Making him your slut... He's King Marcin's son, for fuck's sake! Do you honestly think this won't have any repercussions? 


“Ar'thas-” Za'ira began, but her friend was on a roll, pacing in front of the cold hearth.


“I just don't get it. You were never one to be controlled by your cock. Why now? You shouldn't have any problems finding willing cocksleeves, Z. Gods know there's more than enough of those sluts around.”


“He's not my slut, Art,” Za'ira said firmly.


“Oh? Then why does he defer to you so much, if he's not beholden to you?”


Za'ira took a deep breath, and released it slowly. “We're in love, Art.”


That admission stopped her friend in her tracks. “What?”


“I love him, Art. More than anything, or anyone, except perhaps my sister, and he loves me.”


Ar'thas sank into her chair, staring at her friend. “You're serious?”


“Very.”


“So, how did this happen?”


“I'm not sure, Art,” Za'ira began. “All I know is that he saved my life, and that was it. I knew.”


Ar'thas gave her friend a look. “You didn't tell me that earlier.”


Za'ira shrugged. “Yes, well. I got careless, and almost gutted by a damn ghoul. Jared saw it, and tackled it into the swamp, and somehow managed to kill it beneath the water. He almost died,” she said in muted anguish. Still, the image of Jared plunging into the depths, haunted her. 


Za'ira's face became a mask of longing. “He's just so strong, you know? Surely, you understand what his life's been like, Art. Being a Half-Breed. Even so, he's such a caring and honourable person. We seem to have just clicked together, somehow.”


Ar'thas was silent for a good long while, before she let out a bark of laughter. “Za'ira. The most fearsome fighter among the orcs, undone by a little slip of a Prince. Who would have thunk it!”


She leaned forward, her expression sly and lewd. “So, how far have you two gone, eh? I want details!”


Za'ira relaxed, and leaned back in her chair. “I've taken his mouth and throat, and he's become completely addicted to me. It's really rather strange.”


“Addicted?” Art asked, puzzled. “How so?”


“Well, my bodily fluids seem to give him a sort of high, Art. My saliva gives him a kind of buzz, as if he's had an ale, or three, and he's taken a liking to licking my body. And my cum. My cum gives him a greater high than Dust. It's amazing, and I'm pretty sure he'll cum one of these days, just by swallowing my cum. I have to be careful, though. Whenever I feed him, I can't give him too much, or he won't remember any of it, and neither of us wants that.”


“So you haven't taken his ass, then?”


Za'ira let out a moan of pure lust. “No, not yet. I'll just hurt him, if I move to quick, and I can't do that, Art.”


“You never cared about that in the past, Z,” Art pointed out. “Well, I suppose he's different, since he's burrowed himself into your heart.”


A devilish grin spread out on her face then. “Perhaps I can help you a little,” she said, and reached into a drawer in her desk, and extracted a wooden box. She placed it onto the desk, and opened it. Inside were few cylindrical and conical items, of varying length and width. 


Butt plugs, used for the training of a slut. All of them had a gem fixed onto the end of them, and rune was etched into it. An oblong stone, carved with a series of runes, caught Za'ira's eye. She grabbed it, and touched one of the runes, and one of the plugs began vibrating. 


“A gift from dear E'gwin. Her current slut is a mage, and rather inventive, I must say. Now, I've already trained my own sluts to the point where I can fuck them whenever I want, with minimal pain. Why don't you take this, and speed things along a bit?”


“I've never seen plugs like that,” Za'ira commented, and picked one of them up, to examine it closer. 


“Nice, aren't they?” Art said with a grin, before she became more serious. “Now, one brilliant feature, and one I think will be very important when you reach Stormhold, since it'll be full of sexually frustrated sisters, is that you can tie the plug to your blood, and that of your partner.”


“So, it can only be removed by me, or Jared himself?”


Art nodded. “Yes, exactly. If you want to give him such liberties, that is. Now, why don't you go and put one in his ass right now?” 


Ar'thas noted the reluctance on her friend's face. “My sluts won't tell anyone about your relationship. They know it'll cost them their tongue.”


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Jared woke with a start, when someone put a hand on his forehead, and gently ran their fingers through his hair. He almost panicked, but recognised Za'ira's voice. 


“Shhh, Little One. It's alright. It's just your Mistress.”


“Mistress, what's going on?” The Little One asked groggily. “I thought we weren't going to do anything, until after.”


The Mistress smiled at her Little One, and leaned in for a kiss, which was readily reciprocated. They fell back onto the bedding, and let their hands explore each other as they kissed with deepening passion. 


After a while, and the Little One was suitably buzzed, the Mistress broke from him, and allowed him a moment to bask in the sensations. She then reached for the box, put it onto the bed, and opened it. 


“What are these, Mistress?” the Little One slurred, and managed to sit up.


“They'll help us make you ready for my cock, Little One.”


The Little One immediately became more interested, and his own cock became even harder. “And I suppose they go into my ass, Mistress?”


“Yes. They'll stretch you, until you'll be able to reasonably accommodate my girth. The length of my cock will not be a problem, so long as we're careful. Now, lie on your stomach, Little One. I'm going to prepare you for the smallest one.”


The Little One did as he was told, and almost instantly felt his Mistress start playing with his tight little ring. He felt as his Mistress applied some of her juices, and soon, his ass began relaxing, and he was enjoying himself immensely, and his pleasure became even greater when the Mistress finally pushed her finger inside.


“You like that, Little One?”


“Yes, Mistress,” he replied breathlessly. 


“Good. Now, I'm going to insert the plug. Just breathe, Little One, and relax.”


Mistress Za'ira coated the smallest plug liberally with her juices, and began pressing it into his hole causing her lover to whimper in need. She smiled, and applied more pressure, and eventually, it popped into his body. His tight ring clamped around the stem of the plug, leaving only the flat gem outside. 


“Good boy!” Za'ira gushed, feeling proud of her Little One. “So determined to help his Mistress reach her goal.”


The Little One took a few deep breaths, and focused on getting used to the plug in his ass. 


“Get out of bed, and walk around, Little One. You must be able to move around with that thing up there. It'll help us even more.”


The Little One did as he was told, as always. He began slowly pacing the room, while his Mistress reclined in the bedding, lazily stroking her massive cock, as she watched him. He kept stealing glances at her, and noticed her cock was leaking more and more juices. He almost felt like crying, when he saw how much of his favourite drink was being wasted, as it dripped onto the covers. 


Then, after an eternity. “Come here, Little One. Love your Mistress,” came the husky call. 


The Little One practically leapt at her, and rubbed his face lovingly along her cock and purred in absolute contentment, as he began loving on her. If only he could spend an eternity worshipping this cock, and the Mistress, of course. His beautiful, strong and perfect Mistress.


The Mistress smiled in satisfaction. Such devotion! Such loyalty! And need! Her Little One was looking her in the eyes, the gratitude, love and desire evident. By the goddess, she loved him looking at her like that! A sudden thought entered her mind then.


“Little One, from now on, whenever you're on you knees in front of me, serving my cock, I want your eyes on mine. Whatever happens, whatever I do, you will maintain eye contact with your Mistress. Do you understand? No, do not remove my cock from your mouth. Blink twice, if you understand.”


The Little One blinked twice, as she knew he would. But how tough was he? Perhaps this might be a good time to find out. She reached for the oblong rune stone, and pressed the correct rune. Her Little One let out a surprised moan, as the plug began vibrating. Despite the shock, however, and much to his Mistress' delight, the Little One's gaze never wavered. 


The Mistress then gave herself to her pleasures, and it was utterly glorious. She felt her Little One moan more and more, as the vibrations of the plug brought him ever closer to his crescendo. The Mistress was writhing uncontrollably now, and her Little One had to use every ounce of discipline to maintain eye contact, despite the fact that the Mistress was no longer looking at him. She had thrown her head back, and was bucking her hips furiously. 


And then, the pair of them crested together. The Little One spurted his trickle onto the bedding, while the Mistress began shooting her torrents of cream into his mouth. He gleefully swallowed as much as he could, until the Mistress realized what he was doing. With some difficulty, she removed herself from his mouth, and shot the rest into the chamberpot. 


The Mistress pulled her Little One to her, and wrapped herself around him protectively, while he soared through his high, her slowly softening cock nestled in his asscrack. “Thank you, Little One. That was incredible,” she whispered in his ear, even though she knew he wouldn't hear her, and that his memory of this would be hazy, at best. She pressed the rune on the stone, and the vibrations stopped, and once that was done, she pulled the covers over them, and promptly fell asleep.


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Jared and Za'ira had woken early in the morning, and were ready to set out very soon afterwards. They bid Ar'thas good bye, and their host could not help herself and cupped Jared's ass firmly, and slapped it lightly as he turned away. The two Futas laughed merrily at him. Oh, he truly was precious.


After they had travelled for a time, Za'ira gave Jared a side-along glance, and found her companion deep in thought. She couldn't be sure, but she had a feeling she knew what was bothering her friend and lover. And if she was right, then perhaps she might suggest he get to know her better. 


“So, Ar'thas took quite a liking to you, Jared,” she commented, as they rounded a bend in the road, and found themselves back in the wild.


Jared blushed slightly. “She's an... interesting character, Za'ira.”


“Her character's the only thing you're interested in, Jared?” Za'ira asked slyly. 


“Well-” Jared began, but his companion pressed on.


“You know she has a cock. Not quite as large as mine, but it's hot, hard, and her balls are ever bursting with that delightful cream, you're so fond of, Little One. Perhaps we could invite her to our bedding, once I've taken you fully?”


“I...”


“You'd like that, wouldn't you, Little One? Two massive cocks to play with? To suck and stroke? To worship? I'm sure E'gwin would join us as well, should I broach the subject. Three cocks! How wonderful that must sound, my Sweet. Wonderful, wonderful cocks...”


The Little One was a bit ashamed of himself, but he had to admit, that the thought had indeed crossed his mind, and he did want it. He imagined himself on the floor, kneeling in front of Mistress Za'ira, and Ar'thas, and this mystery woman – Egwin, lavishing their cocks with his attention. 


“Yes, Mistress, I would like that, if it pleases you.”


The Mistress smiled gently at her Little One. “Never be afraid to tell me your desires, Little One, and I, in turn, will tell you mine. I would much rather we discuss what we want, than say nothing and be miserable.”


Za'ira was silent for a while. Perhaps it was time to properly define their relationship, so as to prevent any misunderstandings. Once they reached the capital, it would not do for Jared to behave as he had, back at Amber Rock. No one could know, until after the treaty was signed and sealed.


“Jared, I think we need to talk about how we're going to proceed with our relationship.”


Slightly alarmed, Jared turned an eye onto his companion. “How so?”


“I immensely enjoy how readily you slip into your submissive mind scape, but you are starting to act like a mindless fuckslut, at inappropriate times. Now, I'm going to be hones with you, and tell you I have had such sluts in the past, but that will not be you. I forbid it. I will exert my dominance in the bedroom and in all things sexual, once the treaty has been signed, but aside from that, we will be equals in all things, my love.”


Jared kept his eyes on the path as he pondered what she was saying, and he realized she was right. He had been deferring to Za'ira too much, asking her to make decisions he was perfectly capable of making himself. He had to be able to discern between their sexual relationship, and everyday lives.


“Yes, you're right, Za'ira,” he said. “I will try to keep those parts of our lives separate. I wouldn't want to endanger anything.”


Za'ira smiled at her lover, and placed a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed affectionately. “We'll be fine, Jared. Once we reach the capital, a week from now, I suspect my sister will want to finish the treaty as soon as possible, and it shouldn't take long.”


“No, it shouldn't,” Jared said, as they marched on, both of them instinctively moving a bit quicker, eager as they were to finally be able to sate their lust in the manner they both most desired. 


After they had travelled about half a day, they once more diverted of the beaten path, and into the wilderness. They both knew they were going to have to fend off attacks before they reached Stormhold. There was, however a path along the northern coast Za'ira wanted to take, for there was a hidden entrance, in a small cove on the shore. Beyond it was a tunnel, that would take them straight to her sister's residence.


They progressed quickly over the first three days after setting out from Amber Rock, as they woke early, and set camp late. However, they would not go to sleep, before the Mistress would see to his training. 


And how receptive her Little One was was! It was almost as if his ass was begging for her cock. She had asked him to keep the small plug in his ass for the first day, and it had only caused him the slightest of discomforts, at first. Then, after a while, she would hear the smallest moans of pleasure as it rubbed his button, when he moved a certain way. 


It was such delicious torture! Her Little One would only feel the pleasure of the plug very rarely, because the quick pace meant he couldn't move the way he needed to, to consistently stimulate the right spot. 

At the eve of their first day out, the Mistress removed the plug, and discovered they could skip the next size up, and move to an even larger one. That one was even thicker, and quite a bit longer. Of course, he would not be wearing that one as they travelled, but it would be fine over night. She liberally coated it with her cream, and gently pressed it into him, bursting with pride as he took it all, without so much as whimper of pain, or protest. 


He would no doubt be ready for her cock, by the time the treaty was finished, and she nearly came at the thought.


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It wasn't until the fifth day, where they finally found trouble. Fortunately, they had some advance warning. They were rounding a large rock formation, when a orcish woman called to them, from above. She launched herself from the ledge, and landed with a thump in front of them. 


“E'gwin!” Za'ira gushed. She shot forward, and embraced the other woman fondly, and the pair whispered warm greetings into each other's ears. 


They broke apart, and the newcomer turned to regard the prince, which gave him a chance to see her properly. The first thing he noticed was that she was exceptionally beautiful. He was willing to wager all Futas were. She was clearly quite a bit older than Za'ira, but didn't look old by any means. She looked mature, and her skin was a different colour than that of both Za'ira and Ar'thas. It was more like his own, in fact.


She was as muscular as his companion, and she was wearing the same kind of armour and leather skirt Za'ira was, but her breasts were even larger, if that was possible. Her hair was a deep red, and held loosely in the back by a leather band, aside from a pair of braids that fell down to her chest. A truly a creature of beauty.


“You're staring again, Jared,” Za'ira said, her voice yanking him out of his head.


“Sorry,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck.


E'gwin released a throaty, sensual laugh, as she began circling him, as a predator stalking its prey. “Oh, don't chide him, Za'ira! I like a boy who can appreciate beauty. You will look, and stare at me as much as you want, Kishi,” she said, and trailed a sharp nail along his jaw, as she finished her examination of him. “Gods! I could eat him up, Za'ira,” she moaned as she made her way back to her. 


“Well, not today, I think,” Za'ira said informed her. 


E'gwin clapped her on her shoulder, and grinned. “Don't be so serious, apprentice!”


Then, E'gwin did indeed turn serious herself. “There's a group of around twenty or thirty orcs, waiting for you at the Gateway in the Gorge. Ku'ldak learned of your troubles near the Pass, and sent his best to try and take the Prince, and kill you.”


“We'll have to go this way, though. There are even more enemies to the west, on the main route, I'd imagine,” Jared said, and let his eyes roam over their surroundings. 


E'gwin grinned at him. “Yes, indeed. It's not ideal, but we must pass through Garm's Gorge. It's the best way. It would take much too long, to go around to the east, and it would take us deep into enemy territory, and with their armies mobilizing, and scouts all over, I'd rather not chance it. Now, I'm obviously going to join you, as you need another arm.”


Za'ira smiled at her friend, and interlaced her fingers with hers. A gesture that Jared found very interesting. What was the story there? He was more than a little eager to learn what it might be.


“So, why don't you pull the plug out of your friend's ass, and we'll be on our way,” E'gwin said with a completely serious face.


A heavy silence descended on the group after her words. She knew? How?”


“Well? Get on with it!” Egwin barked, and crossed her arms beneath her lovely breasts.


“Little One, you know what to do,” the Mistress said.


Her Kishi put his hands against the rock, and stuck out his ass. Mistress Za'ira laced down his pants, and pulled them down, revealing his ass to the world. She pulled out the plug, and put it away, but didn't tell her Little One to do his pants up again, so there he stood, his ass on display, still.


“Hmmm. Very nice, Za'ira,” E'gwin began. “Very nice indeed. He seems to be coming along very well. I'm assuming he's up to the third one, or have you advanced to the fourth?”


Jared was mortified. They were speaking about him as if he wasn't there. Or some thing with no thoughts of his own. He wasn't sure he liked that, to be honest.


“The fourth one, E'gwin. We skipped the second,” Za'ira proudly informed her friend.


“Hmmm. He's not your slut, is he?”


“No, he is not,” Za'ira informed her. “We're lovers, E'gwin.”


E'gwin was silent for a moment, before she smiled a beautific smile at her friend. “Congratulations, Za'ira. I sense you're very happy, and young Jared perhaps even more so! Just make certain to keep it a secret a while longer, yes?”


Mistress Za'ira bade her Little One to lace up his pants again, and put away the box that held the plugs. The Little One hastily did as he was told, and once he was done, the red haired Futa nailed him with a severe glare.


“Prince Jared, my friend Za'ira is as tough as they come, but her heart is too large for this cruel world, at times. If you intentionally hurt her, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. I am the greatest tracker in the Hinterlands, and there's no place on the Continent you can hide, where I won't find you. Do we understand one another?”


Jared nodded firmly. “Yes, we do, E'gwin. I told her I loved her. Words I've never said to anyone else, and I take them very seriously.”


“Oh, will you two stop!” Za'ira half cried, her voice thick with embarrassment. 


“Just looking out for my cute apprentice,” E'gwin said with a laugh. “We ready to set out?”


The travelling pair nodded, and the group set out, in silence. After a while, however, Za'ira had something to ask her friend.


“Where's your slut, E'gwin? I'd have thought you would bring her with you, her being a mage.”


E'gwin released a long sigh, and walked on for a bit, before she answered. “I released her, Za'ira. I've grown tired of the sluts, and she, for one, was never truly satisfied with the arrangement.” 


She gave Jared a glance, before she continued. “I'm ready to settle down, my friend. I think I should like to find someone like your Jared, but that's unlikely, especially since your sister has asked me to take over the training of her personal guard, from L'yra. I have accepted, and that means I won't be leaving the capital much, any more.”


Before Za'ira said anything, Jared put a hand on E'gwin's arm, and smiled at her reassuringly. “I'm sure a beautiful woman such as yourself can find someone, E'gwin!” he said with a smile, and pushed ahead a little, to give the two Futas some privacy.


“He's right, you know,” Za'ira said. “You're a wonderful woman, and anyone would be lucky to have you.”


E'gwin was silent for a long while, before she gazed upon Jared, her eyes lingering on his ass for a long time. “There's another reason why I don't have my slut with me, Za'ira.”


“Oh?”


“I find that I long for a male, and no orc male is ever going to let me have them, and I simply do not want to waste time breaking them. Besides, what kind of a relationship would that be?” 


E'gwin let out a long breath and continued. “It's all I can do, not to take that boy in front of us, and fuck him until he can't walk! The usual sluts don't interest me at all, any more. I take care of myself these days, and it's more satisfying! It's driving me mad,” she finally grumbled in frustration.


“I'm so bloody envious, because I know if you could fall in love with Jared, then he must be exceptional.”


“He is,” Za'ira confirmed. “He and Kurgan are the best of friends, even, or so Jared tells me, and he's not exaggerating. He knows things about that grumpy old orc no one does, except for us two, and T'alis.”


E'gwin stared at her friend. “Well, if my Master likes him, then there's no question of him being made of something else.”


“Indeed,” Za'ira said, bursting with pride. “His fighting prowess is such, that if I had a month to train him properly, I'm honestly not certain I could beat him. Oh, and he saved my life, once, on the way here.”


“Did he really?”


And so Za'ira dived into the story of how they'd gotten to where they were, and spared no detail. Once the story was done, E'gwin was fighting intense arousal. How the goddess smiled on some of her children!


“You don't suppose you'd be willing to share, Za'ira?” she asked in humour, but in all honesty, she was only half joking. She could indeed see herself falling in love with the young half-elf.


Za'ira looked at her out of the corner of her eye. E'gwin was a dear friend, and had once been her teacher, as Kurgan had been E'gwin's. Za'ira turned her eye to Jared, who was ever vigilant in front. He had his bow out, and she knew they were in very capable hands, with him scouting ahead. 


Za'ira was pretty certain Jared would not be opposed to the idea of her friend joining them. She was sure Jared and E'gwin would click, just as she knew Jared could, and most likely would, find his way into Ar'thas' heart as well. 


The Mayor of Amber Rock had not said anything and hid it better, but Za'ira had detected a similar weariness in her, as in E'gwin, when she had mentioned her sluts. The envious looks she sent their way when she thought her friend wouldn't notice had been telling.


Za'ira tugged on her braid. Her two greatest friends in all the world, aside from her sister, deserved to find proper love, and she was absolutely sure Jared could welcome them into his embrace. Or arse, as it was. He just had so much love to give, having been starved of it, and none to give it to, his whole life. 


Za'ira inhaled deeply, and smiled at her friend. “After we left Amber rock, I asked Jared if he would like to share a bedding with me, you, and Ar'thas, once I'd taken him fully. He played coy, and eventually agreed, but I know he would very much enjoy it.”


“Would he now?” E'gwin asked sultrily, and played with her tusks with er tongue, while looking at the object of her desires. 


“Oh, yes, he craves cock and cum,” Za'ira said with a lascivious grin. “I don't think he'd actually hate it, if we made it into a permanent arrangement. I know I'm ready. You, me, and Ar'thas have always loved each other, and I know we could turn it into more than the love between friends, given the proper catalyst,” she finished, and eyed Jared meaningfully. 


E'gwin stared at her former pupil, before she let out a aroused moan. “What are you doing to me, woman? How am I supposed to fight later, if all I can think of is us two ravaging his ass, while Ar'thas fucks his throat?”


A shudder of need went through Za'ira at the image her friend's words conjured forth. “Damn it, E! Now I'm thinking about it. I swear, if I catch a club to my groin, and my cock breaks in the battle, because I'm staring at Jared's ass, I'll kill you! Or he might.”


E'gwin laughed at her friend, and rubbed her hands together. “I can't wait, Za'ira! I feel like a young girl, about to break in her first slut!”


“I know what you mean, love,” Za'ira said. She stole a glance forward, and saw Jared had gone further ahead, and out of sight. She steeled herself, and leaned over, and kissed the older Futa on the lips, tenderly. E'gwin was surprised, at first, but quickly reciprocated. They stopped, and began a long passionate kiss, tongues flailing, and teeth biting lips, hands cupping breasts.


“Oi! Not the time!” 


The two Futas broke apart, breathlessly, and turned embarrassed eyes onto Jared, who was quickly making his way back. The young half-elf cocked an eyebrow, but decided to let it lie for now. He knew very well what he'd be dreaming about the following night, however. 

Two hours later, the group had almost reached their destination. “How do you want to approach the Gate?” Za'ira asked.


“How good are you with that bow of yours, Jared?” E'gwin asked, and pulled out a sling, similar to Za'ira's out of her pack.


“One of the best at Castle Greyhawk. Jaspar taught me well.”


E'gwin cocked an eyebrow, and glanced at Za'ira, who gave her a grin. “Well, if he was your Master, then it's no wonder you know your stuff. I want you to make your way along the western edge of the gorge, and take down any scout you can find, without being seen. Unfortunately, there's no darkness in the summers here, so you'll have to be smart.” 


“And you?” Jared asked, and checked his string, and the fletchings of his arrows.


“Za'ira and I will draw their attention with our slings. We're fast enough to dodge any projectiles coming our way, so do not worry about us. If we cannot draw them out, we'll need you to see if you can open the gate.”


“Why don't we all go up to the edge, and drop in on them?” Jared asked.


“Because, if we get into trouble, and need to retreat, we'll be boxed in, Jared,” E'gwin said. “We need a viable escape route, and the open Gate, is it.” 


Jared nodded, and slipped two long knives into a harness on his lower back, and strapped his sword onto his back. “Consider it done,” he said, and turned to the wall of the gorge, and prepared to climb up, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 


Za'ira turned him around, and crushed her lips to his, but was mindful, not to give him any tongue. “Be careful, Jared. Do not be reckless. If you don't see a way to open the gate, come join us, and we'll figure something out.”


He simply grinned at her, in that boyish way she found so cute, and began to swiftly scale the wall, moving incredibly fast.


“That was a rather tame kiss, I must say,” E'gwin remarked, and picked up her war axe, and slid it into its harness on her back.


“Can't give him any more than that, E. He gets drunk of my saliva, and I need him sharp.”


Her friend stared at her, then snorted. “Are you serious?”


“Quite. He's completely addicted to me. All of me,” Za'ira said with a sly smile. “It's incredible.”


“E'gwin shook her head, and laughed. “I believe it.” She craned her neck, and saw Jared vault himself over the edge. “Now, lets-” That was as far as she got, when the body of an orc came crashing down, his throat cut. Almost immediately after the first, another came the same way.


The two friends stood rooted to the spot for a few breaths. “Well, he doesn't mess around, does he?” E'gwin asked rhetorically, and started jogging toward the ambush, her sling at the ready.


Za'ira grinned. No, her Jared certainly didn't mess around.


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Having dispatched both forward scouts on his side of the gorge, Jared made his way swiftly toward the narrow part, where the enemy had barricaded it off. He caught a movement on the other side of the gorge, and saw an orc about to release a stone from his sling. Without so much as breaking his stride, Jared nocked an arrow, and let fly, catching the bastard in the head. 


Incredibly, there was no one else there, which made no sense to Jared, but then, E'gwin had said the enemy wasn't too smart. He crouched low, behind a boulder, and peeked beyond it, and had a pretty good view of the gorge, and the gate, as well as the few houses on the other side. He could see the gate mechanism through a window, and it wasn't heavily guarded, but he had been told to wait. 


Then, a large rock crashed into the barricade, almost breaking the wood apart where it hit. Another followed, and a third. The enemy responded, but the two Futas were simply too quick, and attacked with abandon, almost always catching an enemy with a rock, thrown from a sling.


Pretty soon, however, it became clear the enemy was smart enough not to go past the barricade. Cursing, Jared put down his bow, and quiver, and unsheathed his two knives. He rushed out of cover, and leaped onto the small balcony, behind the top of the logs the barricade was made of, and set to work.


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E'gwin saw as Jared leap onto the barricade, and begin slaughtering the orcs stationed there. In almost no time at all, he'd taken down at least five warriors. He did have the element of surprise, and used it well to his advantage.


“Not bad!” she shouted at Za'ira, who nailed an orc that was trying to sneak behind them, up on the eastern ledge. 


“I know! He's really good!” Za'ira yelled back, and twirled out of the way of a spear that came her way. 


E'gwin had made it all the way to the gate, and dropped her sling, then took her axe in hand, and began smashing it into the wood, chipping away at it. She thought she heard a painful gasp that might have belonged to Jared, but it was followed by a agonized howl from an orc, who came tumbling down behind the red haired Futa. He was promptly finished off by Za'ira, who had unsheathed her great-sword. 


E'gwin swung her axe at the gate again, and she broke through one of the logs, but, before she could bring her axe to bear against the gate again, a mighty roar from behind her, had her turning around. Za'ira was glaring at what turned out to be a massive cave troll, accompanied by several orcs. Where the hells had these bastards come from?


Za'ira turned a desperate look at the gate, but knew they had to take care of the troll, before they did anything else. They could not scale the wall quickly enough to get over to the other side, and they'd be easy pickings for any ranged fighter.


The two Futas glanced at each other, and gripped their weapons tighter, and charged out to meet the troll. The charge surprised the enemy a bit, and it gave the pair a chance to begin working on the orcs, and they killed all six of them quickly, while dodging the humongous club the beast was swinging around. 


Za'ira stole a glance back at the barricade. The gate was still closed. She was struck with a terrible anguish all of a sudden, and was near a panic, when E'gwin snarled at her.


“We're going to bait the damn thing to follow us toward the fucking gate, and let it break it down for us!”


Her slight panic soothed, Za'ira flashed her friend a smile, and they began to slowly attack, then retreat, attack, retreat, until they had their back at the gate. The huge beast grinned, and released a massive swing of it's club, and as luck would have it, broke the gate apart. The two friends quickly rushed the beast.


Za'ira quickly sliced through its Achilles tendons, and when it came crashing down, E'gwin heaved her axe in the air, and brought it down onto its head. As soon as that was done, the pair rushed through the broken gate. 


And were greeted with a massacre. Orc bodies were lying all over, covered with cuts. Jared had done well. They noted the gate mechanism, and saw one of Jared's knives embedded in an orc. Za'ira picked it up. Why had he left it there?


“Z!” E'gwin called. 


Za'ira ran to her friend, and saw her holding another of Jared's knives. “Why-”


An enraged scream filled the gorge, and was quickly followed by the clash of steel, a pained howl, and someone fell. The shape of the gorge carried sound extremely well, but also made it impossible to tell how far away the fight was taking place. The Futas ran as fast as they could toward the noise. There was even more clash of steel, and further howls of pain. 


Za'ira's superior hearing could finally make out someone's voice. “Beg, Prince Jared, and I'll make it quick.”


“Fuck you!” she heard Jared say. “If my sword hadn't broken, you'd be just as dead as your sister, bitch!”


There was an enraged growl, and a series of grunts, as Jared was clearly being laid into. Za'ira was becoming desperate. How far were they? 


“Oh, you're in for it now,” Jared's torturer snarled, and Jared's scream of pain spurred Za'ira and E'gwin on.


“You're all alone, Prince! Your friends are dead! The troll killed them!”


Jared's laughter, laced with pain echoed through the gorge. “Do you honestly think a mere troll will stop Za'ira? And E'gwin? I thought you Futas were supposed to be smart! I guess-” 


The bitch that had captured Jared had obviously had enough, and Za'ira could clearly hear as he was beaten severely.


Eventually, Za'ira and E'gwin rounded the bend that would take them to the scene, and what they found turned their blood cold. A Sister was standing over Jared's body, her knuckles bloody and torn. Za'ira saw the body of another Sister nearby, Jared's sword lying broken beside her. Za'ira recognised both treacherous bitches at once.


“Va'nja!” she snarled, and charged the bitch, her fury making her see nothing but red.


The offending bitch retreated, but she was clearly injured, and barely managed to bring her warhammer to bear, as Za'ira's sword came slashing down. Va'nja heaved, and managed to push Za'ira back, and even sent a swing of her hammer Za'ira's way. 


Her enemy was too fast, and blocked it with her sword, and twirled in a circle, and off went Va'nja's head. Not wasting any time, Za'ira dropped her sword and rushed over to E'gwin, who had immediately begun seeing to Jared. A sob escaped Za'ira's lips as she took in his appearance. He was missing an eye, his face was terribly swollen, and his nose broken. His arms were covered in cuts, and his left was clearly broken, as well. 


“He has a strong pulse, but it doesn't look good, Z,” E'gwin muttered. “He's not bleeding too badly, but she really did a number on his head, and I have no way of knowing if he's been hurt internally.”


“What do we do?” Za'ira asked through clenched teeth.


E'gwin released a breath. “Ideally, we'd stay here for a few days, while the swelling goes down, but that's not an option. All we can do is tie him to our backs in turns, and run, girl. If we go as fast as we can, we'll reach Stormhold in thirty six hours. It'll be brutal, but manageable, I should think.”


Both Futa's looked up in alarm, when a voice echoed through the Gorge.


“Za'ira!”


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Ar'thas was pacing the floor of her study, her mind extremely uneasy. It had been three days since her friend, and the Prince had set out, and she was still banging her head over the fact that she hadn't persuaded them to wait until she was ready to leave with her entourage. There was just this feeling that something wasn't quite right. 


And she kept thinking about the Prince. She simply could not remove him from her head. There was just something about him that had taken her completely by surprise. There was also the fact that she was becoming less and less interested in fucking her sluts, and she desperately wanted a male. 


Despite the fact that the sluts Fut'anari took into their service were almost exclusively female, practically none of the Futas were lesbians, as such. They were all bisexual, but in a cruel twist of fate, orc males were not interested in a relationship of any intimate kind with the very dominant Futa.


Some Futas, who journeyed outside of the Hinterlands, brought back a male of another race, since it was so much easier to deal with, but most didn't last very long, and ran away, or were released. 


But there was more to it than simple boredom, to Ar'thas. Jared was obviously kind, and honourable, and he quite clearly loved Za'ira. And it wasn't anything her Futa friend had done, either. No, they were genuine feelings, from the heart. But she couldn't help noticing the looks of desire the Prince had sent her way. How she had loved them! Perhaps Za'ira would share? But for that to be a possibility, they had to reach Stormhold alive. 


Eventually, she simply could not take it any longer. She buckled on her full armour, put her sling in her belt, and grabbed her spear. She rushed out of her study, and out onto the street, where she was greeted by her second in command, a rather stunning Futa, named Bi'rna. 


“See to everything here, Bi'rna. I'm heading out!”


“Aye, will do Ar'thas. Where are you going?”


“Gram's Gorge. I should have gone with them! Fuck!”


And with that, Ar'thas set out, at a punishing pace, the feeling of dread increasing, the further she went. Why was she feeling this way? She grit her teeth, and kept going. She'd find her answers with her friend. 


On the eve of the second night, Ar'thas reached the Gorge, and there had indeed been a rousing battle, just moments before. She ran past the fallen troll, and through the gate, continuing past the massacre, and further into the gorge. Finally, after going quite a ways, she came upon Za'ira, and E'gwin crouching by a fallen Jared. 


“Za'ira!” she exclaimed, and rushed to her friends, and cringed when she saw how badly the Prince was hurt. She looked around, and recognised the enemy Futa.


“Treacherous cunts!” she snarled, and turned her attention back to her friends.


“What are you doing here, Art?” Za'ira asked, as E'gwin did what she could to dress Jared's wounds. 


“I'm not sure, Z. I just felt I needed to be here. I should have insisted on you waiting for me and my men. I am sorry,” she said mournfully. 


“It's not your fault, my friend,” Za'ira said firmly, and motioned toward the fallen enemy Futa. “It's theirs. What I don't understand, is why they're here. I thought all the Sisters were on board? There's not so many of us, that we can't keep tabs on one another.”


Ar'thas shook her head in confusion. “I've not heard anything about any splitting factions among the Sisters, Z. You know my information network is the best in the Hinterlands, so this is very troubling.”


“Alright, ladies,” E'gwin said, and stood up. “I've done all I can for Jared with what I have here. Like I said before, I don't know if he has any internal injuries, so we must hurry.”


“Strap him onto my back,” Za'ira told her friends. “I'll carry him the first while.”


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Jared was standing in a poorly lit hallway, the shadows flickering in the light of the few torches. He looked around, a bit confused, since the last thing he remembered was being beaten bloody by an enemy Futa. 


He suddenly felt a draft breeze by, and a fresh scent of dewy grass found its way into his nostrils. He began walking the way the scent came from, and on the way, rounded a corner and found himself in a spacious room, that had a large opening on the opposite end, the sunlight streaming through.


Jared entered the room, and looked around, and discovered a large, curved wall, that had intricate images chiselled into it. The Prince made his way toward the left edge of it, and began exploring it. It was clearly a sequence of events, which he quickly surmised, was the birth of the orc race. According to this, assuming he was understanding it correctly, the orcs had come into existence by emerging from the belly of some kind of a fallen beast. 


At first, there was peace, and the orcs prospered, as society grew. One day, however, a bloodthirsty god turned his gaze upon the world, and found the orcs were ideally suited for his barbaric impulses. And so, over the course of many generations, he subtly influenced the orcs, to make them into the savage, brutal race the were known as in this age. 


Then something happened. A goddess took exception to the way this evil deity had sunk his talons into the orcs, and introduced an orc in her own image. She descended from her throne in her part of the heavens, and found a few willing orc females, who gave birth to her children, and that was the origin of the Fut'anari.


Having reached the ending of the sequence on the wall, Jared made his way outside, and brought his hand up to shield his eyes against the intense sunlight. The familiar scent of dewy grass assaulted his nose, but with the added flavour of wildflowers.


Jared's eyes eventually adapted to the light, and he learned he had found himself in a small, beautiful grove, with a few trees and a stream. Noting his parched throat for the first time since he woke up, he walked over to the stream, bent down, and took a long drink. It was extremely refreshing. 


“Well, well, seems we finally meet, Prince Jared,” an intensely sensual voice came to soaring to his ears. “My! Aren't you the prettiest little thing!”


Jared whirled around, his hand going for his sword, but stopped cold when he saw the owner of the voice. She came walking out from among the trees, naked as the day she was born, and by every god and goddess, she was beautiful. Her black hair flowed around her shoulders, and her more than bountiful breasts. Her face was beyond lovely, her violet eyes practically glowed, and her small tusks were just perfect. 


She had a kind of motherly grace to her, as if she had raised many children. She wasn't as muscular as Za'ira, or E'gwin. Nor was she like Ar'thas, for that matter. No, she was softer, more supple, and pleasantly curvy. Jared made no mistake, however, and realized she was immensely powerful. 


Jared's eyes went from her large, bouncy breasts down to her abdomen, and eventually found the treasure dangling between her thick thighs. It had him almost instantly salivating at the thought of falling to his knees to worship its perfection, and the idea of possibly receiving the nectar from the large balls made him giddy. Seeing it, also flared up his need for it.


She had reached him by now, and stood in front of him, and eyed him up and down, making appreciative noises in her throat occasionally. Then, Jared thought he noted touch of annoyance in her brow. He was proven correct momentarily. 


“Tsk, tsk. All those pesky clothes in the way of my pleasing view!” the unknown Fut'anari exclaimed dramatically. She snapped her fingers, and just like that, Jared was completely naked. 


“So much better,” she said with a satisfied smile.


Jared stood completely frozen. What the hells was going on? The Futa was staring at him with an amused expression, which turned into a low chuckle. “I'd have thought you would have figured it out by now, Jared. You're quite intelligent, after all.”


Jared was silent for a while, before a light went on in his head. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”


She smiled. “Of course you're dreaming, my son.”


“Son?”


“Naturally. As a goddess of this world, I consider all and every living thing in it, to be mine, and I must say, I am very proud of the way you have turned out, love. One of these days, I'll have to go by Liandrin's and feed her my cock as a reward. That girl is constantly horny, and practically gagging for it,” the Futa said with a smug grin. 


“I'm confused. Who are you?” Jared asked.


“I am Vala, the goddess of the Fut'anari,” the gorgeous orc said with all the commanding flair she could muster.


“Really?” Jared simply asked. 


The goddess tilted her head to the right. How curious. Most mortals would have fallen to their knees in reverence. But not him, apparently.


“Is this how one usually behaves, when in the company of the divine?” she asked.


“I don't know,” Jared said, and shrugged. “I've never met one, before now. Besides, if this is my dream, shouldn't I be able to do anything I want?”


Vala stared at the boy for a moment, before she let out a roar of laughter. Oh, she liked this one!


“You and Liandrin are friends, then?” Jared asked, a bit curious to know how she and the wife of Andras, one of the gods at the top of the elven pantheon, knew each other.


“I wouldn't say that,” Vala replied, with a self satisfied smile. “I just fuck her, whenever I feel the urge. I've got her addicted to my cum, sweetie.”


“And her husband allows that?”


She laughed at that. “Of course he does, Jared. He prefers the company of other gods, after all.”


“And what did Liandrin do, that makes her so deserving of a good fucking?” Jared asked, and willed some clothes on his body, which were promptly vanished by the Futa goddess.


“Oi!” A long jerkin appeared, with a sturdy belt.


“No,no, Prince. I much prefer you the other way.”


And he was naked, again.


Jared sighed. “So, my earlier question?”


Vala smiled, and ran a hand through Jared's hair affectionately. “She's responsible for your birth, darling.”


Just a few short weeks earlier, Jared might have been startled, and even outraged, but now, he merely raised a brow. “How so?”


“She descended from the heavens, and whispered the idea of seducing your father into your mother's ear. At my urging, of course. Well, technically, she was riding a cum-high, but that's pretty much the same thing.”


Vala bit her lower lip, as her eyes became wistful. “Obviously she succeeded, and I fucked her non stop for a whole day, after that. When we finally stopped, the girl looked pregnant, she was so full with my cum.”


Jared mulled over those news. “Why did you do that? What are you hoping to accomplish?”


At last the goddess turned serious. She sighed, and sat down on the ground, and motioned of the young Prince to do the same. She settled herself comfortably, while Jared waited expectantly. 


“Well?”


“I want peace, and prosperity for my orcs, Jared. All, of the Continent, actually. For far too long, have the orcs been mired in warfare. If they're not fighting humans, elves, or dwarves, they fight each other, and their society has suffered, because of it. I've already done what I can, by creating the Fut'anari, and as I suspected, they became the leaders of the Hinterlands. More or less, but it's not enough. They haven't changed enough.”


Jared frowned. “I can see your point, and I agree, that the orcs deserve better, but I fail to see, just how I can help with that. I mean, sure, the treaty should bring your dream closer, but what can I do more than that? A Half-Elven, bastard son of a serving girl.”


“A serving girl?” Vala asked in surprise. “You mean you don't know who your mother is?”


“She was a serving girl, at the palace of the High Priest. She died when I was a few years old.”


Vala was fuming. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Jared had been supposed to be raised by his mother, at least for a while, then shipped off, to the Kingdom, well aware of his heritage.


“Sweetie, your mother is Yuna, the youngest daughter of High Priest Kashiro.” 


Jared simply stared at her. His mother was who? The young Prince began reminiscing, and small details were coming back to him. The fond gazes Lady Yuna would send him, her occasional visits to his mother's room... Things he hadn't thought about, back then. He looked at the goddess, and simply nodded. 


She gave him a smile, and took his hand. “You're such a good boy. It's not really a wonder Za'ira fell in love with you. You don't expect anything from her, other than for her to be herself. And I can see you're rapidly falling for E'gwin, and Ar'thas, as well. And they for you.”


“I don't blame you, sweetie,” she continued. “They are the greatest among the Fut'anari, after all. Well, there's one more, and you'll meet her, soon.”


Jared closed one eye in thought, but kept the other one on the goddess, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then he scoffed at how thick he could be, sometimes. The revelation of his mother's true identity, made it all clear.


“You want Queen T'alis and me, to be Bonded, don't you? To tie all the realms together.”


Again, she smiled at him, and it made him somewhat heady. She just looked so pretty, when she did that. “Yes. It would be such a good thing, for all races.”


“I agree,” Jared confirmed. “There are bound to be revolts, though. On all sides. There will always be those, who resent, and reject change.”


Vala nodded. “Yes, but the good thing is, most of the idiots in the Hinterlands, that would oppose it, are marching on Stormhold, as we speak. I'm more worried about the Kingdom. There are uncounted different factions, all vying for power.”


Jared snorted derisively. “My father has dirt on all of those jackals, Vala, and all of them are cowards. Threaten them with some of their most sordid secrets, and they'll behave. It's just a question of maintaining a balance. Stick and carrot.”


Vala scowled. “Meaning, so long as you fatten their purses, they'll remain loyal.”


Jared simply shrugged. “It is what it is.” Then he became thoughtful. “What about the elves?”


Vala scoffed, and waved a hand. “Oh, please. When those lazy shits have discussed, and argued, whether or not to revolt, and go to war, the rest of the Continent will have moved on.” 


“I suppose. But, for all this to be possible, I need to actually reach Stormhold, and I'm fairly certain I'm dying.”


Vala smiled at him. “You are. Za'ira, and E'gwin have you now, and Ar'thas has joined them. E'gwin did what she could for you, which has helped a little. They mean to carry you to the capital, on their backs.”


“I won't survive it,” Jared said, and frowned.


“Not without my help, you won't,” Vala replied, and gave him a searching look. “I can help you, but you must trust me, and accept my help, without reservation. That's the only way I can influence a mortal, in any way.”


Jared looked at the goddess, and didn't quite know, how to respond. Was he willing to trust someone he had only just met? Someone who had basically told him she had planned his life for him, and that he was basically her puppet?


Then he thought of Za'ira, and how devastated she'd be, if he died. She would feel as if half her heart had been ripped out of her chest. He knew it for a fact, because he would feel the exact same way, if she was in his place. And he would never get the opportunity, to explore what things could be like, with E'gwin and Ar'thas. And T'alis, apparently.


He turned his eyes onto Vala, and nodded. “Please, do what you can. I can't leave them, like this.”


The goddess moaned in glee, put her arm around Jared's waist, and pulled him to her. She leaned down, and kissed him wantonly. She moaned into his mouth, and ran her hands down his back, grabbed his butt cheeks, and squeezed. 


“Such a lovely ass,” she muttered, as she broke the kiss. She ran her hands back up Jared's back, and grabbed his shoulders. “If you want my help, don't you think I deserve a little something in return?” she asked, and gently, but firmly pressed him down on the ground. 


She hefted her immense cock with one hand, while the other played with Jared's hair. She stared intensely at him. “Suck.”


Jared stared at the cock in front of him, and was honestly a little surprised at just how much he wanted to put it into his mouth, and coax out of it the pleasure inducing nectar. The Prince gasped in delight, as a large dollop of liquid formed at Vala's tip. He eagerly opened his mouth, and took her cock in, as far as he could. 


Once there, he formed his mouth into a tight seal, and sucked with as much power as he could, and slowly, but insistently pulled his head back, to be rewarded with a mouthful of precum. He was afraid he would do the unthinkable, and spill some of her precious juice, but he managed to swallow all of it, and maintain eye contact.


The goddess moaned in appreciation, and used both hands to keep her boy in place, as she began thrusting gently into his mouth. “Za'ira has done a wonderful job with you, darling,” she gushed, and began thrusting more forcefully. 


In a deep haze, Jared still remembered that this was a dream, his dream, and that meant he could do pretty much whatever he wanted. He slid his hands up the back of Vala's thighs, and grabbed her ass cheeks, holding her in place. He then felt a slight tingle in his throat, and a rush of excitement ran through him.


Vala gazed down into his eyes, wondering what was wrong. “Darling, what's wr... Oh!”


Before she got any further, Jared began applying pressure on her ass, pulling her to him, his throat started opening, and he took her in, without trouble. It was a tight fit, but the Prince moaned in pleasure as Vala's cock rubbed against the insides of his throat. Finally, the massive fifteen inch cock was all the way in, and Jared's nose was buried in her unruly bush.


Vala let out a lustful cry. “Oh, sweet Earth Mother, that's wonderful!” She felt as Jared began moaning around her cock, and the vibrations caused by that, had her bucking uncontrollably, moaning, and mewling. 


Then suddenly, the goddess fisted his hair, with both hands, and held him firmly in place. “F-feel my love, and passion, Prince! Open your arms, and receive my blessing, my son!” she moaned breathlessly.

And with that, she began cumming. The steaming hot cum shot out of her cock, and into his stomach, with such force, that Jared found himself wondering if it was possible get a bruise on one's stomach lining. 


The Prince stroked Vala's thighs affectionately, while the pearly white torrent kept flowing into him. He kept his hazy eyes focused on her head, which was arched back. A sudden tightening of his balls, took him by surprise, and he began cumming himself.


Eventually, goddess Vala's stream petered out, and she released his hair, but kept stroking his head lovingly. “That was the best sucking I've ever had, darling. You certainly have a knack for playing with your dreams. And such a dirty mind! I love it!”


She gently removed her cock from Jared's mouth, let go of his head, and the Prince fell to the side, his stomach bloated with cum. He lay there for a moment, relishing in the afterglow of his own awesome orgasm. The goddess lay down on her side, next to him, and ran a hand through his hair, as he recovered.


“You truly are such a lovely creature, Prince Jared,” she cooed. “I envy the girls. Truly, I do. I wanted to give you my blessing, by fucking you, but the privilege of your first time, belongs to Za'ira, and no one else.”


By then, Jared had recovered enough, to participate in the conversation. “What did you do?”


Vala smiled, and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “A couple of things, darling. I healed you, and took away your Need. I replaced it with something else. A gift.”


Jared felt his stomach drop, when he heard that, but Vala smiled reassuringly at him. “Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I didn't take away your pleasure; you'll still soar higher than any star, if you take their seed into your body. I merely removed the need for it, and the after effects the seed has on your memory. It would be detrimental to our goals, if you couldn't keep a level head. 


Suddenly, the sky became dark with grey clouds. A roaring thunder boomed in the distance. It began raining, and it was quickly pouring. Vala sighed. “I suppose it's time. You must leave, Prince Jared. They are calling you, my son.”


The goddess helped him rise, and put her arms around him in a warm, full body embrace. She released him, and gazed unwaveringly in his eyes. “Go forth, my champion, and bring the orcs to glory.”


Jared nodded, but his face became thoughtful. “What was that gift, you gave me, milady?”


She merely grinned. “You'll find out, when the time's right.”


And with that, the Prince left. The goddess watched as her lovely boy squared his shoulders, and marched straight for the cave, whence he came. She watched his ass sway a little, and was overcome with both lust, and affection. This simply could not be the end. 


Jared entered the cave, and was almost at the end of the corridor, where a glowing ring of symbols had appeared. He was just about to step into it, when he was grabbed from behind, and forcefully turned around. 


Not giving the young half-elf a moment to catch his bearings, the Fut'anari goddess crushed her lips against his and invaded his mouth with her long tongue, which she fed him as deeply as she could. She broke the kiss, and brought the dizzy boy closer, and breathed hotly in his ear;


“Za'ira, and the others may own your heart, body, and soul. But your dreams, my sweet? Your dreams are mine!” she whispered gleefully, and nudged him into the circle...


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Za'ira was running as fast as she dared, with Jared tied to her back. If all went well, they would reach Stormhold in less than a day. She wanted to go all out, but E'gwin had warned her against it, telling her that Jared's body would never be able to take it.


“Za'ira, stop! I need to check on Jared,” E'gwin commanded her former student, who instantly did as she was told. 


E'gwin and Ar'thas approached, and unfastened the Prince, and gently laid him on the ground, and all three grouped around the boy. E'gwin felt for a pulse, and her frown deepened. She put her ear to his chest, and a finger under his nose. 


“He's not breathing,” she muttered miserably. “He's gone.”


Ar'thas slumped back onto her ass, her eyes dull. Jared was gone?


“No! I won't allow it!” Za'ira growled, and grabbed his body.“Jared! Wake up! Come back to me to me, my love! Don't leave me.” She began crying. “Please! Come back...” She picked Jared's body up, and began rocking back and forth, while whispering something to him.


E'gwin and Ar'thas watched the whole thing, feeling miserable. Not only were they, themselves devastated, that Jared was dead, they had never seen their friend so broken, before. Za'ira always maintained a tight rein on her emotions, and to see her break down so completely was...


Eventually, Za'ira laid his body down, and stared at it mournfully, still shaking with sobs. Then something strange happened. A glow began to form in Jared's chest. The bandages disappeared, and the cuts on his arms began to fade, as did the injuries, and bruises on his face. This went on for a moment longer. 


A loud gasp escaped Jared's lips, as he forcefully sat up, his eyes wide open. Then he grabbed his head. “Aaah! Bloody hell! My head feels like it's about to explode... Oooh.” 


The three Futas stared at the boy in wonder. What? How? Jared let go of his head, and looked around, and his eyes landed on his beloved. 


“Za'ira?”


His lover leaped at him, and gathered him in a crushing hug. “Don't ever do that again, you idiot! I'll kill you!” She wailed, and began crying, once more, completely overcome with emotion.


Jared eased up on the hug, and pushed back a bit, but was violently yanked back, and Za'ira's lips claimed those of her princely lover. They kissed for a long while, lost in their love for one another.


After a while, E'gwin felt enough was enough, and cleared her throat. “Umhmm. That's plenty, don't you think?” she asked the couple, who rose to their feet. 


“You jealous, E?” Za'ira asked, and had her suspicions confirmed when her former master looked away, somewhat embarrassed.


Jared walked over, and put a hand on her shoulder. E'gwin turned her gaze onto the Prince, who was smiling. “There's no need for jealousy, E'gwin, you gorgeous girl,” he said, and kissed her with a passion. 


At first, E'gwin was startled, but soon began reciprocating, and eagerly so. Oh, he was such a wonderful kisser. The Futa soon began dominating their exchange, one hand grasping the hair at the back of his head, and the other wrapped around his back.


When they stopped, they were both breathing heavily. Jared turned to Ar'thas, on unsteady legs, and had just about faced her, when she tackled him to the ground, and began ravishing his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, completely drunk on Futa saliva, and lust. 


“Ok, that'll do, for now,” Za'ira said. “I'd like to know what happened.”


Ar'thas helped Jared up, and they decided to go find a suitable place for a fireless camp, since they knew there might be enemies around. Eventually, they found a nice, secluded cave, which they settled in, for the night.


“So. What happened? And just stick with what happened after the battle, while you were under,” Za'ira said, once they had settled in. “We pretty much know what happened, before we found you.”


Jared took a deep breath. “I met Vala.”


His three companions sat there in complete silence, for a moment. 


“Vala? As in goddess Vala?” E'gwin asked.


“Yes, I did, and she had some interesting things to say...”


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“Are you saying you gave our goddess a blowjob?” Ar'thas asked, incredulously.


E'gwin shook her head in annoyance. “That's what stands out to you, after a tale like that?”


“What?” Art asked. “It's interesting. I suppose we can say he gives divine head, now,” she said, and gave Jared a lascivious grin.


E'gwin groaned. When would that whippersnapper grow up? “So, she wants you, and T'alis to Bond.” she stated. 


“That's right,” Jared confirmed. He gave Za'ira a look. “I know it may be a shock, but...”


Za'ira hushed him with a smile. “Oh, don't worry about that, Jared. My sister and I share everything. I always planned on brining her into our relationship. I meant to approach you with that, once the agreement had been signed, and I'd taken you. Now, come here, Little One, and lie down with your Mistress. I want to sleep with you in my arms, tonight.”


Jared did as his Mistress commanded. The Mistress wrapped herself around him, in a kind of protective cocoon, and she promptly fell asleep. As Jared was falling asleep, himself, he began wondering if the Queen was anywhere near as beautiful as her sister was, or any other Futa he'd seen so far. Oh, how wonderful that would be. Then he felt his Mistress' cock nestle itself up against his ass. Apparently, she had removed her leather underwear.


The sensation of her big, meaty member, brought on a host of other thoughts. Thoughts of the Futas he knew. He imagined their cocks, their shapes, and sizes. And their tasty, pleasurable cum. Did they all taste the same? How much each one could give him, and if he had any hope of actually being able to take all of it, because, apparently, there was another about to join the party. Four cocks! With those thoughts in his head, he fell asleep, only to be greeted by Vala, and her insatiable appetite for his mouth and throat.


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When Jared woke up, he noticed his Mistress had disentangled herself from around him, and merely lay behind him, running her fingers through his hair. He turned to look at her, and noted her eyes were locked on something happening in front of her. He turned his attention that way, and was greeted with one of the most erotic, beautiful thing, he had ever seen.


E'gwin and Ar'thas were lying side by side, on the other side of the cave, engaged in a passionate lip lock. That wasn't the only thing that had captured Jared's attention, however. They had laced down their armours, and set their large breasts free, and they were utterly glorious. 


His eyes went lower, and he noticed, to his extreme delight, that they had also released their huge cocks, which seemed to be only marginally smaller than his Mistress'. Of course, what they were doing with those cocks, had Jared salivating. Each Futa had a hold of the other's cock, and was slowly rubbing it up and down, and they let out low moans of approval.


“You like what you're seeing, Little One?” the Mistress asked in a low voice, and kept combing his hair with her fingers. 


“Yes,” the Little One said, with a shudder.


“Shh, don't interrupt them. This is the only way, we Futas are willing to engage in sexual intimacy with each other. We never willingly bottom. Not for anyone, so we take each other in hand.”


Mistress Za'ira moved her hand from his hair, and down to his mouth, and inserted one finger into it. She moved it around in her Little One's mouth, and then began an in out motion, and her Little One began sucking on it, instinctively. Once she felt her finger was sufficiently lubed up, she slowly removed it from her pet's mouth, and brought it down, and into his breaches. 


She then smoothly thrust her finger in his ass. “They're doing this, because of you, my darling Little One. You have them so hot, and needy, that they had to do this, because I've made it clear, that no Futa will ever touch you, save kissing you, until I've taken you,” she whispered, and swept her finger across his button.


“Watch their cocks, Little One,” she whispered, and pushed her finger down onto the button, causing her Little One to stifle a moan. “See how slick they are? Hard. Oh, but look! All that precum, sliding down their cocks, and onto the ground, when they should be feeding it to you! It's such a waste, isn't it?”


“Yes,” her Little One whined, and a tremor ran through him, as he came, when his Mistress crushed his button with a particularly ruthless thrust. 


“That's it, Little One. Cum for your Mistress.”


And, at the same time, across the camp, both E'gwin, and Ar'thas shot their massive loads into the air, and slumped back, with a satisfied sighs.


Once the orgasm had run it's course, the Little One turned in his Mistress' embrace, and gave her a kiss, before reaching down for her cock, but, to his surprise, she grabbed his hand, and eased it to her breast. She then proceeded to fuck his mouth, with her powerful tongue.


“No, Little One,” she whispered, once they broke apart. “Not this time. I will not release my seed, until I can fuck and cum in your ass. I want my balls blue, and absolutely bursting, when we finally express our love to the fullest. Just imagine it, Little One. I'll fill you up with so much cum, you'll look as if you're pregnant with my child, I promise. How does that sound? Not too bad, I hope?”


She already knew the answer, and gently eased herself away from her Little One, and set about dressing herself, as her other two companions were doing the same. 


Jared quickly did the same, and soon, they were all ready, and they set out. Both E'gwin, and Ar'thas were giving him looks, that could only be described as hungry, and Jared wasn't hating the attention. But, he couldn't help but notice the dirty looks they were giving Za'ira, who was pointedly ignoring her friends. Finally, after a couple of hours, Jared wasn't having it any longer.


“So... Ummm. Did I happen to miss something, I shouldn't have?” Jared asked.


Ar'thas huffed, and made a show of not looking at Za'ira, while E'gwin scowled, but deigned to reveal the source of their mood.


“We didn't much care for the show she put on, this morning, Jared.”


Jared blushed. They'd noticed? “You mean...?”


“Yes, she's talking about when Za'ira fingered you, while we were looking,” Ar'thas growled. “Bitch.”


Za'ira merely sent them a shit eating grin. “You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves just fine, Art.”


“You're flaunting your advantage, Z! It's cruel!” Ar'thas almost whined. “You bloody well know how horny I am!”


“I will also admit to being somewhat frustrated,” E'gwin added, in a much more composed manner, than the youngest Futa. She was lying through her teeth, of course.


Ar'thas knew that, of course. “Oh, frustrated, are we?” she asked in a mocking tone. “I could have yanked your cock for a week, or more, and still you'd be unsatisfied.”


Za'ira merely laughed. “How long do you think I stared at Jared's ass, my cock stirring, before we shared our first night?” 


She arched a disappointed brow. “A few days, and you're already gagging for it? Show some discipline, you two,” she told her two friends, who looked properly chastised. “I've taken a vow of abstinence, until such a time, where I can finally acquaint my cock with my Little One's ass. Think on that.”


Again, he was spoken of, as if he hadn't a mind of his own, as if he wasn't even there. Was this how they spoke of their 'sluts'? Jared wasn't certain he liked it. In fact, he decided then and there, that he didn't like it at all. He still had his pride. Besides, hadn't Za'ira told him they were equals in all things, outside of their sexual relationship? Perhaps she needed to be reminded of her own words.


“I'm right here, you know,” he said stiffly. “I do not appreciate being spoken of as some thing, dedicated to take care of your needs.” He turned a cold stare onto Za'ira. “A mindless fuckslut, I believe you call them. I seem to recall you telling me, that you would not see me become such, that you forbade it. A funny way of showing it, Za'ira.”


Za'ira was at a loss for words, and glanced at her other two companions, who stared at Jared with wide eyes. No one spoke to her like that, except them, and T'alis. She looked at Jared again, and saw he was angry at her, a cold fire in his eyes. She felt ill, when she saw that look on his face, directed at her. 


“Jared, I-”


“Your goddess has given me a task. To try and civilize you lot,” Jared said, ignoring her, his eyes still cold as a winter storm at the foothills of Karaduk. “Perhaps the first thing to change would be a demand, that any person under the sun be given respect, that no one shall be treated as an object. The aforementioned fucksluts should therefore be no more.”


And with that, he turned around, and marched on, without so much as a glance back. The three friends stood rooted to the spot, their mouths all but gaping in shock. Then E'gwin shuddered.


“You know, I like this side of our Jared. Goddess, I want him to ride me...”


Ar'thas laughed at her friend. “Can I fuck his face while he does?”


“Naturally,” E'gwin said with a grin, then became serious. “But he is right, you know. Honestly, when you think about it, do you actually like what the Hinterlands are? We all know the rest of the Continent, considers us a joke.”


“And we have only ourselves to blame,” Za'ira said, having collected herself. “We Futas have badly failed our goddess. I once told Jared that it only makes sense, that Futas rule the Hinterlands, since we are the pinnacle of orc evolution. But what has changed, even if it's true, that we rule? Nothing. We are still the same brutes we always were.”


“With this trade agreement, we have a chance of becoming more,” Ar'thas said, her usual naughty self absent, for once. “We'll have to lead by example.”


“Agreed. And we need to discover who's behind the treacherous bitches, Va'nja, and V'illa,” E'gwin said. “Those two were always idiots, and never took any initiative. I have to admit, however, I was impressed, that Jared managed to kill V'illa, while also figting Va'nja. He truly is formidable.”


The three Futas hurried after Jared, who was moving along swiftly. Za'ira came up on his right, and the other two on his left. Za'ira gave him a glance. “I am sorry, beloved. You were right, to be angry with me. I slipped into old habits, and I promise, it won't happen again.”


Jared sighed. “I overreacted. It's a bit much, to expect people to change, practically overnight.”


E'gwin shook her head, and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, you reacted appropriately, Prince. We, as a race, must change, if we're to move forwards.” She then stopped him, leaned down, and fed him her tongue. “It's just so hard to resist you, Jared. If you knew how much I'd like you fuck yourself on my cock...” She shuddered, and forced herself to catch up with her friends, leaving an amused Prince behind. 


The rest of the day went without incident. However, enemy presence became more and more noticeable, as they neared the capital. They weaved their way around their groups, and eventually, found their way onto a rise, overlooking the capital. They dispatched of a couple of scouts, and then could take their time observing the area.


“All the small clans are here, it seems,” E'gwin stated. “Sooner than expected.” 


“Seems that way,” Za'ira agreed. “It amounts to quite the force.”


“That it does. Good thing, they're lousy fighters, most of them.” 


“How can you tell all the clans are there?” Jared asked. The sky was cloudy, so there was no moon, or starlight to help them. 


Ar'thas glanced at Za'ira, who merely shrugged. “It never came up.”


With a snort, Art turned her attention to the Prince, who saw her eyes begin to glow. “We can see in the dark, Sweetie. Now, what do you want to do, Z?” she asked her friend.


“I've already told Jared of the passageway by the coast, that leads straight to my sister's home. Our best bet, is to go through there,” Za'ira replied.


And they set off, at a strong pace, and managed to remain hidden, under the cover of darkness. While Jared could hardly see anything, he trusted his friends completely, and followed in their wake. An hour later, they found the coast, and quickly descended the cliffs. Once they were on the shore, they discovered something that turned Jared's companions blood cold. Footprints. A lot of footprints. A few led toward the hidden entrance, and quite a few back. 


The group sprinted toward the entrance, but a few yards short of it, E'gwin raised a fist, and they crouched down, behind a large rock, to listen in, on the voices of a few enemy soldiers.


“I say we go in,” one said, in a gravelly voice. 


“You got a death wish? We were told to find this bloody cave, and send for reinforcements, once we had. I'm going to follow orders,” another replied, his nasally voice echoing. “You forget already what happened to Zitak? He disobeyed. Wasn't heard from since.”


Za'ira let out an inaudible sigh. They hadn't gone in,yet. She peeked past the rock, and discovered there was only the pair of them there. She gave her friends a motion with her hand, at which Ar'thas, and E'gwin nodded, and quick as a flash, the three Futas rounded the rock, and easily took out the two orc males.


Once that was done, Jared joined them on the other side, and the group quickly entered the cave, and began making their way along. In short order, they came upon a roughly hewn tunnel, and E'gwin found an unlit torch on a wall. She lit the torch, and Jared had to shield his eyes for a moment, while he adjusted to the light. 


E'gwin led them further in, but Za'ira made her way to the right hand wall, and began feeling it with her fingers, muttering to herself.


“What is it, Za'ira?” Jared asked. 


“Seems to be alright,” she muttered, and waved them on. 


They travelled for a few minutes longer, until they came upon a sturdy door. Za'ira reached into a pouch on her belt, and produced a large key, which she opened the door with, and when they were all in, she took the torch of E'gwin's hands.


“This is going to be rough. Get ready to run,” she warned her friends, and touched the flame to the wall, and lit a fuse Jared hadn't noticed, earlier. 


They ran as hard as they could, along the corridor they were in. Then they heard the first explosion, and it rocked the corridor, and dust, and small pebbles fell onto their heads. Another rumble, as a second explosion occurred. They rounded a corner in the corridor, and there, in front of them, were long, steep stairs, and a small door, at the top. 


The third explosion shook the corridor, and Jared could hear the corridor begin to collapse behind them. He and the others raced up the stairs as quick as they could, and not bothering the a key, that time, Za'ira simply threw her body against the door, and slammed through, and the others followed, and landed in a heap on the floor, as a the stairs began crumbling, and a large cloud of dust blew in, through the door. 


Jared found himself staring at the pointy end of a large halberd, being wielded be a tall female orc, with a stern expression. She wore the same armour, and skirt as Za'ira and the others wore, so he assumed she was a Futa.


Jared smiled sheepishly at her. “Hello.”


She simply stared at him, and Jared let his eyes roam over her, quick as a flash. Her breasts were smaller, and she was more muscular than his companions, her appearance more rugged. Her head was shaved, and the tusks longer, but Jared couldn't help but find her attractive. 


“L'yra, it's us,” Za'ira croaked, from beneath Jared, who quickly rolled off her, and scrambled to his feet. 


“Za'ira?” The Futa asked, and glanced at E'gwin, and Ar'thas, and smiled a relieved smile. “It's good you're here,” she said, and helped Za'ira up, while Jared did the same for the other two.


“We received no word since you left, and your sister has been beside herself with worry for a while now.”


Za'ira sighed. “Where is she?”


Ly'ra jerked her thumb toward a long corridor to the left. “In her rooms. I sent her in there, when the explosions started. What the hell happened?”


“The enemy found the entrance, Ly'ra,” E'gwin said in a level tone. “We had no choice, but to level the caves.”


“There goes our way out,” Ly'ra sighed. “Still, you did the right thing.” She eyed Jared warily. “So. He's the Prince, is he?”


“I am,” Jared said firmly, and offered her his hand. “Jared. It's good to meet you, Ly'ra.”


“Likewise,” the Futa said, and shook his hand. “Go on, Z. Your sister's waiting.”


Za'ira led the her companions down the corridor, and to the door, leading to her sister's room. She banged on the door, three times, and had barely lowered her fist, when the door was yanked open, and a pair of strong arms pulled her in, and wrapped themselves around her. She responded in kind. 


After a while, Queen T'alis let go of her sister. “I was beginning to despair, Z.”


Za'ira simply grinned. “When have I ever let you down?”


The Queen smiled at her sister, and turned to the others, and her smiled grew even wider. “E'gwin! Ar'thas!” She gave each Futa a long, tight hug. “Seeing you two safe makes me so happy.”


“As are we, to see you in good health,” E'gwin said, and Ar'thas nodded her accord. It was good to be home. 


And finally, Queen T'alis turned her gaze upon the Prince, who was leaning against a wall, watching it all, with a smile. Noticing the Queen looking at him, he quickly pushed of the wall, and inclined his head. Then he stared. Twins? The Queen was the spitting image of her beautiful sister. The only difference was how they did their hair. While Za'ira braided hers, T'alis seemed to prefer to keep her wavy hair in a high ponytail.


Steeling himself, Jared offered his hand in greeting. “I, Prince Jared, son of King Marcin of the Kingdom, am humbled to stand in your presence. May I have a chance to prove myself worthy of standing in your halls.”


The Queen cocked and eyebrow, and looked Jared up and down, before accepting the handshake firmly. “It is I who am humbled by your own presence, Prince Jared. May it be so, that I am worthy of your visit.”


With the formalities out of the way, T'alis led them into her rooms, and into a dining room, and bade them to sit. She clapped her hands, a pair of orcish females hurried to the table. 


“Food, and mead, quickly! My guests are hungry, and thirsty. In an hour, I want you to draw them a bath, and let us know when it's ready.”


The pair of them bowed their heads, and rushed out. Then the Queen leaned back in the chair. “So, what happened? You were supposed to be here weeks ago.”


Jared and Za'ira shared a look, and nodded at each other. Jared cleared his throat.


“It all began, when Jaspar and I were set upon, by a group of assassins, outside of the village of Bywater...”


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By the time the story was done, T'alis had to call upon every ounce of self control, to not grab the Prince, bend him over the table, and fuck him senseless. She had been expecting a milksop, not an accomplished warrior. And she owed him a debt she could never repay. She didn't want to even think, what her life might be, without her Za'ira.


The two serving girls entered the room, again, and informed the travellers that their baths were ready. T'alis rose from her seat, and gestured for the serves to leave. 


“Go, and clean yourselves, and sleep. We'll talk further in the morning. Za'ira. A word, if you please.”


Once Jared, E'gwin, and Ar'thas had quit the room, and the door closed, T'alis grabbed her sister, and brought her in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues began duelling, but neither emerged victorious. 


Za'ira, always the stronger of the two, albeit barely, wrestled T'alis to the wall, and pinned her hands above her head, as she began nibbling on her throat. She licked her way up to her ear, where she began whispering. 


“Did you miss me, sister?” Za'ira slid her hand down T'alis' chiselled abdomen, and began undoing the laces on her leather briefs. “Have you not had any relief, since I left, my love?” she asked, and finally had the laces undone.”


“No,” T'alis whimpered, and gasped as her sister reached into her briefs, and gently grazed the full bush, then fondled her meat. 


“Oh, my poor, poor little sister. We can't have that!” Za'ira breathed into her sister's ear, and began stroking her cock, which was beginning to harden.


“Wiggle your hips, love,” Za'ira commanded, and T'alis instantly did as she was told. The fur lined leather slid down her powerful legs, and the fourteen inch monster sprang free. 


“Ooooh. Fit to bursting, as always,” Za'ira cooed, and smiled when a literal flood of precum flowed out of the tip. She began jerking her sister more insistently, which caused T'alis to gasp in pleasure, an opening Za'ira grasped, and began ravishing her open mouth with her tongue. 


Then suddenly, the Queen began bucking, and shaking. “That's it, darling. Cum for me. Cum for your big sister!” she hissed, and moved to the side.


At that exact moment, T'alis erupted. A massive torrent of cum, burst from her cock, and onto the dining table, coating it in a layer of thick, pearly white cum. The Queen sagged back against the wall, and almost fell on her ass, but her sister grabbed her and hugged her tightly.


“I love you, Za'ira,” T'alis mumbled into her sister's neck. “I was so scared, when you disappeared.”


“I love you too,” Za'ira replied, and kissed T'alis on the top of her head. “Nothing was going to stop me from coming home to you, beloved.”


T'alis disentangled herself from Za'ira, and gave her a sly smile. “Not even your Prince? He's awfully cute, you know.”


Za'ira chuckled. She should have known her sister would pick up on their connection, almost immediately. “You've no idea, sister. We've done some things, together, and I can't wait to fuck him.”


“You're waiting until the treaty has been signed?” T'alis asked, and went to pour herself some mead. When she didn't find a single mug, that hadn't been blasted with cum, she settled for drinking from the pitcher itself.


“Yes. We felt it was prudent, not to reveal our relationship, before everything was settled.”


T'alis chewed her bottom lip. “Lucky bitch. A male. That ass is going to feel so wonderful around your cock, dearest.”


Za'ira smiled. “Our cocks, T.”


The Queen was a little confused. “What?”


“E'gwin, Ar'thas, and I are going to share Jared. Our two friends are completely smitten with him, and he with them. And I think Art, and E deserve whatever happiness they can find. Besides, we four have always loved each other, and with Jared involved, it can only grow.”


“Four of us?” T'alis asked, and handed her sister the pitcher.


“The goddess wants you and Jared to Bond, and in so doing, tie all three realms together,” Za'ira said, and took the pitcher of T'alis' hands. “ And it's very feasible, with him being the grandson of High Priest Kashiro, and the son of King Marcin, and Bonded to you... He's going to become the most powerful person on the Continent.”


T'alis remained quiet for a while, as she pondered this new information. “I'm going to have to speak with Jared on this. While I think he is a very good candidate for a Bonding, I'd like to hear his thoughts on the whole thing. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with how his life's been planned ahead, as if he has no say in it.”


Za'ira shrugged. “Isn't that the way it has always been, among the ruling class? Even here, in the Hinterlands? One of us was always meant to take over as queen, and we were raised to become what we are. Is it really that much different? Sure, there wasn't a goddess meddling with it, but...”


“You think he's willing?” T'alis asked.


Za'ira grinned at her sister. “Oh, yes. I'm fairly certain he can't wait to have your cock in his mouth. He's become quite the cum connoisseur. True, he's only ever had mine, but he craves it an awful lot. You'd best have the treaty signed as soon as possible, because I've made it clear, that no Futa may do more than kiss him, before I've claimed him with my cock.”


“Oh, you evil bitch!” T'alis hissed with a grin. “And just how well are the other two taking it?”


“They're 'frustrated', I believe E'gwin called it,” Za'ira said, and roared with laughter.


The Queen snickered. “Oh, well, they won't have to wait for long. Most of the hard work was already done. Really, the only thing that's missing, is Jared's blood, for the signing. I know he's going to want to read it, and probably make some changes, but I think you can expect to be balls deep in his ass, by this time tomorrow night.”


Za'ira moaned at the thought. “Can't wait!”


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Jared and the others, followed the serving girl down a corridor, that went the opposite way of the Queen's. E'gwin, and Ar'thas bid bid him good night, before disappearing into their respective rooms. The orc led Jared to the last room, and left him to his own devices. 


Jared examined the room, which was not too large, but it was comfortable, but he was a bit surprised to find it lacked a bed. Instead, there was a bedding on top of a slightly raised part of the floor. It was made up of a lot of furs, and looked very comfortable.


Jared put his pack on the floor, by the door, and began taking off his clothes, and was soon buck naked, and he quickly got into the steaming bath. He leaned back with a satisfied groan, as the hot water enveloped his sore muscles. 


He stared at the ceiling, his mind wandering to Za'ira and her sister. Queen T'alis. They were twins! He was ever so slightly annoyed with his lover, for not mentioning it, but he was also extremely happy, because T'alis was just as gorgeous as her sister. Jared nibbled on his lip, and began wondering what it would be like, to suck, and lick her cock. 


Shaking his head, he set about cleaning himself. What the bloody hell was wrong with him? All he thought about these days, was cock. And cum. Lovely, warm, and satisfying cum. He got out out of the bath, and quickly dried himself. He was about to dive beneath the furs, when the pack caught his eye.


He clenched his anal ring, and took a deep breath. Why not? He reached into the pack, and brought out the box with the plugs, and the jar that contained Za'ira's cum. He brought both to the bedding, opened the box, and let his fingers roam across the phallic-like objects, and finally, they rested on the largest one. It was time to step it up, if he wanted to be ready. If he was on the top of his game in the morning, then his ass would be filled with a scalding hot Futa cock the following evening. 


He opened the cum-jar, and scooped up a good amount of the viscous fluid with two fingers, and before he could stop himself, he put his digits in his mouth, and sucked of the cum. He let it rest for a moment on his tongue, before he swallowed it. Delicious, but not even close to what it tasted like, straight from the source. 


He lay back on the bedding, and began coating the large toy with a very thick layer of Za'ira's cum. Once that was done, he placed the tip against his anus, and began pushing it in. Focusing on relaxing his sphincter, he applied a little more force, and the toy popped in, which made Jared gasp in pleasure. 


He was honestly a little surprised, since he'd assumed it would hurt a bit, but there was nothing but pleasure. He slid the fake cock further in, and felt it stroke across his prostate. His cock began rising, and was soon at full mast. 


Once he bottomed out, he began thrusting it in and out slowly, and every time he pushed it in, again, it stimulated his prostate, making his cock leak precum. He kept at it for a while, until he felt himself getting close to cumming. Then he stopped abruptly. His lover had taken a vow of abstinence, so was it really fair, for him to please himself, while his mistress wasn't?


No, that wouldn't do. He removed the toy from his ass, reached for a good sized plug, and put it in. He rose from the furs, and went to the bath, and cleaned the large toy cock thoroughly. He noted he could move freely, and without any discomfort. He tried sitting down, and felt fine. Perfect. He could keep the plug in, as much as he wanted. 


Crawling under his furs, Jared felt butterflies in his stomach, just thinking about Za'ira's cock inside his body. Yes, tomorrow would be a great day.


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A very early knock on the door, woke Jared from his slumber. One of the serving girls strode in, carrying a package. 


“You are summoned to the Queen's study, milord. I have brought you fresh clothes, and new boots. Please make haste,” she said, and quit the room.


Jared quickly put on his new clothes, a finely woven, dark green tunic, and fairly snug breeches. Once done, he made his way over to Queen Talis' study, and was found the four Futas, who were all poring over a map, of some kind. 


“Good morning, Prince Jared,” the Queen greeted him. “Did you sleep well?”


“Yes, I did, thank you. Now, what's going on?”


Za'ira picked up a roll of parchment, and handed it to her beloved. “Ku'ldak and his army,” she said with apparent disgust, “have sent us an ultimatum.”


“An ultimatum?” Jared asked, and took the roll off her hands.


“To hand you over to them, by tomorrow morning, or they storm the capital,” Queen T'alis said gravely. 


“I had a friend of mine, who's moving about the enemy camps, leak the news of your arrival, Jared,” E'gwin said.


“To force them to make a move?” Jared asked. 


E'gwin smiled at him. He wasn't half bad at this. “Yes. And now that we know for certain what they want, and have a time frame to work with, we can plan accordingly.”


“And what's the plan?” Jared asked, and put down the parchment. 


“Ar'thas sent him a hungry stare. “We kill them all.”


Jared frowned. “Isn't that taking it a bit far? To kill all those orcs?”


Queen T'alis scowled at Ar'thas, before turning to Jared. “Don't listen to her, Prince. Obviously, we're not going to kill every orc out there. What we're hoping to do, is kill their leaders, and thin their numbers enough, to deter them from trying again.”


Jared nodded. That plan sounded so much more reasonable. Ar'thas groaned in disappointment, however, and threw herself into a nearby chair. E'gwin, and Za'ira ignored their friend, and turned their attention back to the map. 


“If Art's men come at them from the back, and we come rushing out of the gate, we'll box them in,” Za'ira commented, and tapped the map with her finger.


E'gwin nodded, but was rather sceptical. “For that to work, we must break through their first line almost immediately, or we'll be stuck, with our backs to the wall. Literally.”


“Or, we can challenge Ku'ldak to single combat,” T'alis interjected. 


The other three Futas grimaced, and looked at Jared with concern. The Prince understood immediately why.


“He'll demand to fight me.”


“Yes,” T'alis confirmed. “He's going to want to destroy you in front of all of his, and our, men. To show everyone that we, the orcs are stronger than the 'pathetic Lowlanders'.”


Jared shrugged. “Then we'll do that,” he told the Queen. “It'll prevent a massacre, and when I beat him, no one is going to say anything, when you and I are Bonded, milady.”


“Za'ira mentioned that,” T'alis said carefully. “I take it you're willing?”


Jared smiled. “Yes, I am. Vala and I spoke, and we agreed, that it was the best thing, and not only for the orcs, but for the Continent, as a whole.”


He approached the Queen, and took her hands in his. “If I may be so bold. You are an extremely beautiful woman, obviously very intelligent, and a capable ruler. I'd be a fool, not to accept such a proposal.”


Jared's disarming smile resonated with the Queen. She leaned down, and kissed Jared on the lips softly, and allowed the kiss to linger for a moment, before pulling back. 


“The we have an accord, Prince Jared. Since you are willing, and capable of fighting, I suggest you issue a challenge to Ku'ldak, for tomorrow afternoon. Do you three have a problem with any of this?” T'alis asked her three Futa companions, but all of them shook their heads.


“No, we are not opposed to this arrangement, sister,” Za'ira confirmed. “I will help Jared prepare, since I have extensive knowledge of Kul'dak's fighting style.”


“Good,” T'alis said, and rolled up the parchment. “With that settled, let's go ahead, and take a look at the treaty. E'gwin, can you fetch my advisors, please?”


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Some hours later, Jared dipped the quill into the small pot of blood, and wrote his name, and title onto the calf skin, beside that of the Queen's. At that, there was a small flash and the trade agreement became magically binding. It was done. He leaned back in the chair. He felt he'd done an acceptable job of it. They had tweaked a few things, but mostly, it had stayed unchanged.


“Might I suggest you and Za'ira excuse yourselves, Jared,” T'alis said, after a moment. “You have a lot to talk about, and if I know my sister, she'll want you to be able to recite Ku'ldak's movements in your sleep. E'gwin, Ar'thas and I need to prepare the challenge.”


It was a clear dismissal, and Jared quit the room immediately, missing the lascivious grins the others sent Za'ira's way. The pair went into a secluded courtyard, and Za'ira began showing Jared what he could expect from his enemy, who's weapon of choice was a massive double axe. It made him slow, yes, but one mistake, and that would be it, for the young Prince.


After a few hours, Za'ira was satisfied that she'd done what she could, to prepare him. She sheathed her sword, and quick as a flash, grabbed Jared, and kissed him wantonly. 


“I've been wanting to do that all day, Little One,” she growled. “I wanted to bend you over the war table, and take you right there, as soon as you signed your name on the sheet.”


The Little One shuddered. “I wanted you to, Mistress. But, it would have been improper, in front of the advisors.”


The Mistress noted her Little One hadn't mentioned anything being improper in front of T'alis and the others. Naughty, naughty Little One.


“Go and clean yourself, Little One, and come to my room, in half an hour. I'm done waiting to have what's mine.” 


They quickly went their separate ways, both desperate to finally love each other completely. The Little One washed himself thoroughly, and mentally prepared himself for what was coming. He felt his anus quivering at the thought of being filled. He finished, and swiftly made his way over to his Mistresses' room, and knocked. 


“Enter.”


The Little One did as commanded, and closed the door behind him. Normally, Jared would have taken in the room, in detail, but the Little One only had eyes for his Mistress, who was lounging on her furs, completely naked. He stared at her, utterly mesmerized. The Mistress smiled lazily, enjoying the attention. It was time. 


“Strip,” she commanded her Little One. 


Almost as soon as the words left the Mistress' lips, the Little One was naked, and waiting her next command. 


“Come and join me, Little One,” she said firmly, and she was obeyed, without delay. 


“Kiss me,” the Mistress whispered, when her lover had joined her. They spent a good long while kissing, switching between gentle, loving kisses, and passionate and fierce tongue battles, which the Little One inevitably lost. 


Eventually, the Mistress placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently urged him to move his way downwards. He kissed, and licked her neck, found her bountiful breasts, and learned she had removed her piercings. That suited the Little One just fine, and he latched onto her right nipple with his mouth, while teasing the other one with his fingers, and soon switched to the other nipple. 


They had never taken the time to have any kind of foreplay, so the Little One wondered if he was doing it properly. He soon felt he had to be doing a decent job of it, if his Mistress' moans were any indication.


The Little One slowly moved further down the Mistress' body, exploring every inch of her perfection with his tongue.


“That's right, Little One,” his Mistress cooed. “Worship my body.”


Then his hands began playing in her bush, and the Mistress heard her Little One take a deep breath through his nose, enjoying the musk, and her scent. Oh, she loved it, when he did that. It made him so much more horny. 


He trailed down her thighs, with soft, gentle kisses, taking his time, knowing his Mistress was becoming impatient. In the end, his own desires prevented him from teasing her too much. He began licking her large balls, lavishing them with his love, hoping to stir up as much cum as possible, because he was hungry. He didn't want it in his stomach, this time, however, Well, it might end up there, as always, but via a different route.


He hefted her heavy cock with his hands, licked the glans, and played with her slit, before taking it into his mouth. His Mistress ran a hand through his hair, and gazed down at her Little One, with heavy lidded eyes. 


“It's been too long since we did this, Little One.” A moan escaped her lips, as her servant sucked her particularly hard, at those words. Mistress Za'ira decided to let go, and allowed her cock to grow freely. Moments later, her masterpiece was standing proud, in all of its fourteen inch glory. 


Her Little One attacked her cock with a gusto, and was promptly rewarded with his first mouthful of precum, of the evening. He moaned around her cock, as he swallowed the precious nectar, and shivered in pleasure. 


The Mistress allowed her sub to indulge in her cock, for a while. His ass was calling to her, however, and finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She eased her Little One's head off her cock, and cupped his chin in one hand, and made him look at her.


“Do you want me inside you, Little One? Do you want my cock to finally claim your ass?”


She watched as her Little One's eyes glazed over in lust. “More than anything, Mistress.”


“Well, since you asked so nicely. Hands and knees,” she commanded. 


Once her servant was in position, she stroked her cock a few times, and worked up a nice amount of juice. She lathered her finger with it, and without delay, squeezed it into her Little One's ass. He gasped, and pushed back against her finger, eager to be filled.


“Turn over, my sweet. I want you on your back. I want to see the look on your face, when I penetrate you for the first time, so keep your eyes on mine, understood? No matter how painful it is, or how good it feels, your eyes will not leave mine. ”


The Little One did as he was told. The Mistress spread his legs, and took up her position between them, and worked up more of her juice, and worked her cock, until every inch was coated in a thick layer. She spread her thighs, and draped her Little One's legs over them, and lined up her slick cock with his hole. 


Feeling a bit sadistic, the Mistress gently nudged his anus a few times, and ran her cockhead in circles around his rosebud. She wanted him to beg for it. To beg for her to breed him.


“Please Mistress,” he whined pathetically. “I need it. I need it more than the air I breathe...”


Mistress Za'ira stopped torturing her boy, and her cock came to a stop at his ring. She began applying the faintest pressure on the hole, and heard her partner moan in anticipation. A little more pressure was needed, and the Mistress was all too happy to deliver. And then...


“Mmmmm...”


“Ugh...”


She was finally there! “Aaah. By the Goddess, you're tight, my love,” Za'ira moaned, as she sank the first three inches into her lover. 


The Little One was breathing hard. Her cock was so much thicker, than any of the toys they had been playing with, but there wasn't any pain. It felt pleasant, and inevitable.


“More...” he whispered, and stared his Mistress in the eyes. “I need more.”


“And I have plenty more to give you, my Kishi,” his Mistress replied huskily, and fed him a further four inches of her cock. “How's that? Half my cock is in you, now.”


“Not enough, Mistress,” he whimpered. “I need all of it.”


“Are you sure?” Mistress Za'ira asked in mock concern. “You're so very little, and my cock so very big. I wouldn't want to hurt you...”


“Please... Don't play with me, Mistress. Make me yours...”


She grinned. “If you insist, my needy Little One.”


Mistress Za'ira grabbed her Little One's hips then, and locked her gaze onto his, as she slowly, but surely, skewered her Little One with the rest of her cock. She took it slow, relishing in the sensations of his inner walls, hugging her cock, and felt proud, when she noticed her lover's eyes glaze over in pleasure.


She grunted in victory, as her thick bush made contact with his hairless balls. “I'm all the way in, Little One Well done! I couldn't be prouder of you.”


She let her eyes roam down, towards where they were linked together, and noticed something that made her smile in satisfaction. She took her Little One's right hand, and placed it onto his abdomen, to feel a large bulge, just below his belly button. She almost laughed when his hazy eyes widened, to almost comical levels. 


“That's right, Little One. That's how deep my throbbing cock is in you,” Mistress Za'ira whispered. She held his hand there, and pulled out a few inches, then pushed in again, to allow him to feel from without, as her cock travelled within.


Then the Mistress began moving properly, pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in slowly, and her cock flattened his button completely. The Little One was struggling to comply with his Mistress' command, and keep his eyes on hers, but it was nearly impossible; the pleasure from his ass too great to fathom.


His kind Mistress understood what he was going through, however. She leaned down, kissed him softly on the lips, as she gently fucked him, and whispered in his ear.


“Let go, darling. Surrender yourself to my cock. Embrace your pleasure. Moan like a whore if you have to.”


Hearing those words, the Little One's head sagged back, and his hands clutched the furs, as he came on her cock, for the first time, and squirted his seed onto his belly. The sight of him doing that, almost sent the Mistress over the edge, but her masterful control prevented it. She wasn't going to cum, before she had milked his little body of every drop of cum he had. Then, she would fill him up with her own.


Mistress Za'ira set a moderate pace, for a while, but her Little One wasn't cumming, again. She leaned down on her palms, which rested on either side of her Little One's head. With a grunt, she began to furiously pound him, his groans, moans, and whimpers egging her on.


And inevitably, her Little One soared into a long series of orgasms, each one stronger than the last, judging by how his ass tightened around her cock. To her pleasure, Mistress Za'ira noted that each orgasm produced less and less cum, until eventually, there was nothing left.


“Seems you're all out, Little One,” the Mistress grunted, as her Little One came dry. “Do you want your Mistress to fill you up?”


His only answer was a needy whine. “What was that, lover?” she asked. “You need to tell me what you want,” she told him, her own words little more than grunts, as she ravaged his ass.


Her Little One grabbed her arms, and stared at her his eyes surprisingly clear. “Please fill me up, Mistress. Make me soar across the sky,” he begged her, before he let himself go completely.


That proved too much for the Mistress. She slammed her hips forward, and began cumming with incredible force. The first blast nearly dislodged her cock from her Little One's ass, but fortunately, she was strong enough to remain inside. The following streams of cum weren't quite as forceful, but still, packed a hefty punch, as they filled him. 


Eventually, the torrent of cum came to a stop, and her Little One's body lay limply on the furs, his eyes glossy and vacant, as they stared unseeingly at nothing. The Mistress smiled, satisfied with herself, and her Little One. Their first time together, had been everything she had hoped it would be.


Wanting to sleep, Mistress Za'ira grabbed her Little One's legs, and folded them in front of her, mindful of not removing her still hard cock from his ass. Using her immense strength, she rotated her Little One on her cock, and once he was in position, she flipped herself onto her back, and gently eased his legs down, on either side of her powerful thighs. 


She let his head rest on her ample bosom, and when she had made herself comfortable, she picked up his arms, and laced her fingers with his, as she cradled his protruding stomach, which did indeed look pregnant. She was a Futa of her word, after all.


“As promised, my love,” she whispered in his ear, and closed her eyes...


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It was almost noon, when Jared woke up, on top of Za'ira', her arms around him. He moaned as he realized her cock was still in his ass, though it had gone soft. He began gyrating his hips, and felt her cock respond. 


“Mmmmm,” Za'ira moaned. “As much as I want to have you again, my love, we must get up. A little while ago, E'gwin came here with Ku'ldak's response, and he accepted. Idiot.”


Za'ira made to remove herself from Jared's ass, but a hand on her arm, stopped her. “Just let me feel you in me for a moment longer, Za'ira. I love how close it makes us.”


“Of course, darling,” Za'ira said, and settled down again. “You know, E'gwin looked terribly envious, earlier.”


Jared smiled. “I can't wait to explore her, Za'ira.”


Za'ira kissed his hair. “And no wonder, lover. She's gorgeous. But we really must get going, Jared. Any more of this talk, and I will fuck you, and that isn't such a good idea. We need you focused. Ku'ldak isn't to be taken lightly.”


The broke apart, and set about dressing themselves, and made their way to T'alis' rooms, and were greeted by her, E'gwin, and Ar'thas. 


“About time you two were up and about,” the Queen said, and motioned for them to sit at the table, and eat. 


“So... How was his ass?” Ar'thas asked in a lascivious tone. 


“Art, behave,” T'alis chided her. “You'll have your chance, soon enough.”


“You're no fun,” Art muttered, and gave Jared a cure pout. 


Jared decided to pour a little oil on the flame. “You know, if I wasn't going to fight for my life, later this afternoon, I'd offer to suck your cock until dinnertime, but I suppose that will have to wait 'til later.”


Art closed her eyes, and groaned. “Now you're just being mean...”


“Enough!” E'gwin said firmly. She made her way over to a chest by the wall, extracted a long, narrow package, and handed it to Jared. “I had this made for you, Jared, since your old blade was destroyed. I hope it's to your liking.”


Jared unwrapped the package, to reveal a sword, sheathed in a scabbard, wrapped in fine leather. He slowly unsheathed it, and he had to admit, that this sword made his other one look like it was done by a bloody apprentice.


He let his eyes roam over the work of art in his hand, and noticed a series of runes edged into the fuller, on each side. He began reading, but stopped, and turned to look at E'gwin, who was waiting for his response.


“Those are...”


“Our names,” E'gwin said, and looked at the other three Futas in turn. “That way, we will always be with you, when you head to battle.”


There was a long moment of silence, before Ar'thas let out a giggle. “Oh, you big softie, you!” she exclaimed, and put a hand across E'gwin's shoulders. 


Jared smiled at the red haired Futa. “Thank you, E'gwin. I'll treasure it, always,” he said. He approached her, and gave her a steaming kiss that promised things. 


When they broke apart, Jared buckled on the weapon, and made his way to the table again. “When are we heading out?” he asked, and began eating.


“The duel is set to begin at fifth bell. The Sisters will form an honour guard, so we'll be leaving the palace at least two hours before,” T'alis informed him. 


Jared finished his meal, and the five of them made their way to Queen T'alis private balcony, which overlooked the capital, which felt more like a large town, than a city, to someone who had spent most of his life in at castle Greyhawk, in the capital of the Kingdom. 


Stormhold was built on the end of a large headland. The city had been laid out in a semi circle, fronted by a deep moat, and it had four levels. On the first level, there was the market, industry, and storehouses. On the second level, you would find the residential areas, as well as inns, pubs and brothels. 


The healing ward had been built on level three, as well as the Chambers of Counsil, the army barracks, and a temple or two. Level four was dominated by the royal palace. Each level was separated from the others with a massive wall, and sturdy gates, that were strategically placed, so that none of them lined up with each other, forcing an enemy to sideways on their way through the city.


The five friends spent the next two hours in nice conversation, to distract themselves from the day's main event, which was swiftly approaching. Jared did most of the talking, however, regaling them with stories from his youth. 


Then the bell for the second hour rang. It was time to go. Jared hastened to his room, and put on his battle gear, and when he quit the room, and entered the hallway that would take him to the Main Hall, the Queen, and the others were waiting for him, dressed in what he was assuming by now, was the traditional way the Futa dressed. 


Queen T'alis walked beside Jared, while Za'ira and Ar'thas flanked them. E'gwin brought up the rear. When they entered the Hall, they were greeted by no fewer than three dozen Futas, who hailed them by placing fist on their chest. 


“Queen T'alis!” the shout echoed throughout the Hall, and the Queen smiled. 


“Sisters! It's good to see so many of you here, and it warms my heart to feel your support,” the Queen said. “It is my hope that you will show as much loyalty to Jared, son of Marcin, in coming years.”


There was a murmur of confusion among the sisters. “What do you mean, my queen?” someone asked. 


T'alis looked at Jared, who smiled, and the Queen smiled back. “As you know, Prince Jared has challenged Ku'ldak of Cold Rocks to a fight to the death, to avoid a messy, bloody, and ultimately wholly unnecessary war. Should he prove victorious, he and I have decided to Bond.”


T'alis let her eyes wander the room, and saw her sisters were even more confused. “Jared is the son of King Marcin, ruler of the Kingdom. This is well known. What is not known, however, is that Jared is also the grandson of Kashiro, High Priest of the Elven Theocracy. I'm certain you understand the impact our union will have.”


A moment after the Queen's words, an excited murmur broke out, among the gathered Futas. Every one of them, could indeed see, how this could shape the future of the Continent, and might even lead to a lasting peace, something every person with half a brain desired.


The Queen then led her people out of the palace, and into the street, where she strode confidently along, the core group taking up the same position, as before. Focused on what was about to happen, she paid no heed to her subjects, who lined the streets. That would come later. It took them a while to reach the outer gates. Two large Futas stood guard there, and they were indeed large.


“D'aka! K'ata! Open the gates!” Za'ira barked the command, and was obeyed instantly.


Before the gates opened, a large portion of the Futa congregation, spread out in front of their Queen, their arms at the ready. As soon as the gates had opened enough, the Futas began filing out, to take up positions, and neutralize any threat, should there be any.


When they were given the all clear, Jared and the others quit the city, and found themselves on a large drawbridge, that crossed the moat, the protected the wall. A large orc came running towards them. He stopped a few paces away, and thumped a fist onto his chest. 


“Kadan, report!” E'gwin barked.


“Aye, captain E'gwin, ma'am! The enemy has maintained their position, and my sources have nothing new to report. Ku'ldak awaits your arrival. He is a man of his word, as we know.”


E'gwin nodded. “He is, I suppose. A word once given...”


T'alis then turned toward Jared. “There's a spot, a little ways to the west of here, where honour duels are held, by ancient tradition. It's a large, round, bare piece of the cliff Stormhold is built on. There's a shallow ditch dug around it, that's been etched with runes. Once both you, and Ku'ldak have stepped into the circle, the runes are activated and a fire is lit, and you're committed.” 


“Understood. I won't let you down,” Jared replied with conviction.


“We know you won't,” the Queen said gently, and motioned for only the core group to move along. She didn't want to arrive with to much force behind her, it might show a weakness.


Soon after, they arrived at the duelling ground, to find Ku'ldak waiting for them, with a few of his men. 


“Ku'ldak,” Queen T'alis said simply, by way of greeting.


“Queen,” he replied. “Where's the little whelp I'm supposed to squash?”


“Right here, you piece of Drake shit,” Jared said forcefully, and made his way, to stand in front of the Queen. 


Jared just about managed, not to stare. Ku'ldak was massive. Even larger than Kurgan, and the young Prince hadn't seen a single orc, larger than his friend, since arriving in the Hinterlands. He was only wearing some sort of sandals, and a fur lined loin cloth. Wasn't he cold?


The massive orc merely scoffed, and barked out a mocking laugh. “A tiny fly! A child! Are you willing to concede right now, Queen? I might even let you live. I'll banish you, of course, but you'll come to no harm,” the orc said, in that same mocking tone.


Jared snapped his finger in front of the orc. “Hey! Ugly! Let's get this done. I'm late for my afternoon nap. I get cranky, if I don't have one.”


Jared strode confidently onto the duelling ground, and unsheathed his sword. He swung it around for a bit, and it did feel just right, in his hand. Ku'ldak then stepped onto the ground, as well, and someone lit the fire, and closed them in.


The massive orc hefted his double axe, and swung it grandly, in a clear show of strength. “You don't stand a chance, little bug. I'll crush you like an ant!”


Jared cocked a brow. “Ants can overcome some surprisingly tall obstacles. I'll cut you down to size!”


And with that, they charged one another. Ku'ldak came in swinging, and Jared ducked under the swing, meaning to end the fight quickly, by gutting his opponent, but the large orc moved faster than the Prince thought possible, and blocked his swing with the other end of the axe. 


Jared was forced to roll away, to avoid an attack, and came came out of the roll on his feet, then rushed in, again. This time, he managed to nick the orc on the upper arm, but almost paid the ultimate price, and had his head cut off. Thankfully, he was fast enough, and leapt back, to a safe distance. 


The combatants slowly circled each other now, having gained a measure of one another. Ku'ldak was being forced to admit the fly was somewhat more able, than he had given him credit for. There was also something about his movements he felt he recognised.


“Who trained you, little fly?” he asked, and twirled his axe in his hands. 


“His name's Jaspar,” Jared responded, and dashed forward, to score a decent cut on the orc's thigh, and retreated, again. “Za'ira's been giving me pointers, ever since we began our journey, at Crossroad Keep.”


Now, that gave the monstrous orc pause. He was one of many orcs, to have felt the sting of Jaspar's blade, and even the arrogant Ku'ldak had to admit, that Za'ira was indeed, the greatest fighter in all of the Hinterlands. No matter. The fly was to be squashed.


While the orc was digesting Jared's revelation, the young Prince himself, was wondering how he could make the orc drop his guard. Za'ira had been right, when she'd told him to take this fight seriously. Ku'ldak was good. Very, very good. Jared had only spotted two openings, and neither one had been big enough, to take full advantage of. He could just as well, have pricked the orc with a pair of needles. 


Then he had an idea. It wasn't the best, a bit reckless, if he was honest. He remembered how Kurgan had once told him, that orc males were unduly proud, and that they were all too easily riled. Jaspar had confirmed it, as well. Perhaps he could try that. 


“Scared of them, are you, Ku'ldak?” Jared asked mockingly. “Did they beat you? Crush you... like an ant?” He saw a vein begin to pulse in his enemy's forehead. “They did! Perhaps you weren't worthy of being killed, only to be forced to live with the shame!” he said, and laughed.


Ku'ldak felt the rage building, inside of him. Who was this whelp, to speak to him, in such a manner? He, Ku'ldak of Cold Rocks, an ant? Such an insult could not go unanswered. With a mighty roar, the leader of Cold Rocks thundered forward, and began attacking Jared with bigger, and bigger swings, his rage building with each attack. 


Jared bobbed, weaved and ducked, as his enemy attacked, looking for the opening that was sure to come. And just then, Ku'ldak came at him, the axe brought just a little bit too high. Jared spotted it, and dashed forward, and thrust his blade to the hilt, into his enemy's abdomen. The orc dropped the axe.


Jared stared into the shocked eyes of Ku'ldak. “I guess some ants are harder to kill, than others,” he said, and pulled his weapon free, and the orc collapsed onto the ground. 


Jared heard someone roar in triumph, and he was pretty certain it was Ar'thas. He shook his head. That girl really was much too excitable. The fire began dying down, and Jared could see the smiling faces of his companions, through the smoke. Then their eyes went wide, and their smiles turned to horror. 


The fire flared up, and Jared heard a dark chuckle echo behind him. He turned around, to find Ku'ldak had risen to his feet, the axe in hand. Jared tightened the grip on his sword, and dashed forward, meaning to finish the orc, before he had recovered. It proved costly, however, as the orc reacted with blinding speed, and almost casually backhanded Jared across the face, and sent him flying. 


Somehow, Jared came out of that, with nothing but a split lip, and a sore shoulder, from where he landed on the ground. He got to his feet, and eyed the orc warily, but noticed something alarming. Ku'ldak's eyes. They were glowing a deep red, instead of the usual amber. Jared heard Za'ira shout at him, and then saw, from the corner of his eye, as she tried vaulting over the fire, but some kind of invisible force field stopped her. He was alone, then, against... whatever that thing was. 


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Vala stood by a lavish pool, in her own, private grove, and watched on the surface, as her favourite mortal acquitted himself admirably in the battle against Ku'ldak. She smiled in deep satisfaction, when she saw Jared run the orc through, and the foe fell. It always felt so good, when a plan came together...


She then fisted the hair on the head she was cradling her hand, and moaned, as she came into the eager mouth that was sucking on her cock.


“Mmmmm, that's it, Liandrin, sweetie. Swallow it all. This load is all for you...”


That was as far as she got, when she witnessed Ku'ldak seemingly return from the dead. She abruptly pushed the elven wench of her cock, and stared into the pool, at the gleaming red eyes. As alarming as this new development was, it also presented her with an opportunity she had been waiting for, for an age. She turned around, and sprinted toward the treeline, her cock swaying as she did. She had to hurry, lest her boy would be murdered. And she needed to punish that bastard for ruining her fun.


Vala emerged from the trees, and launched herself into the nothingness of the Abyss, and in short order, found Jared's consciousness, and dived into it...


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Jared was slowly circling Ku'ldak, who was just standing there, with an evil grin on his face. He needed to get his hands on his blade, but it was lying by the orc, unfortunately, and thus beyond his grasp.


Then Jared stumbled, when he felt a jolt of pain, swipe through his head. “Ugh...”


“I am sorry, me Sweet, but I did not have time, to make the entrance more subtle. You are in grave danger.”


“Vala?” Jared whispered. 


“Yes, darling. It's me.”


“What're you doing here?” Jared asked, and ducked a massive swing by the axe, and very nearly managed to dive for his blade, but was blocked by the orc, once again.


“Ku'ldak has been possessed, Jared. By Surtr. The piece of filth that set the orcs on this ruinous path they've been treading, for a millennia.”


“Well, that's just perfect,” Jared grumbled in annoyance. “Still. Something told the fight had been just a bit too easy.”


“Indeed. Now, I need you to give me control, Sweetie. You are a mortal, and no match for a god, even a slimy one, such as Surtr. I give you my word, that I will release you, once the deed is done.”


“How do I do that?” Jared asked, and barely managed to roll out of the way of a surprisingly deft swing of the huge axe.


“Just let go, my lovely. I'll take care of the rest.”


Jared tried to ponder what she meant, but ended with simply emptying his mind, and then he felt his consciousness fading, but somehow, he felt his arms move, as they summoned his weapon from the ground, and raised the sword, in a stance he'd never used before. Then he blacked out.


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“Well, well, well,” Vala said, as she moved the weapon about in front of her. “We finally meet, you waste of space...”


The enemy- Surtr paused, a look of uncertainty crossing his features, when he realized he wasn't fighting a mere mortal, any more. “Vala, I take it?”


“Who else?” the Fut'anari goddess growled in anger. “I've been searching for you, for a long time, and now that I've found you, I will make certain you meet your end, here today.


“Is that so?” Surtr asked, and rushed his enemy, and attacked her with a long flurry of swings, and swipes, all of which the goddess either dodged, or parried. She did more than that, however. She was a master of the Riposte, and by the time Surtr had finished his attack, the body he was possessing was bleeding profusely, and its movements had become sluggish. 


“For such a war loving bastard, you're awfully bad at fighting, you dim witted idiot,” Vala mocked her enemy, and began stalking towards him, slowly. She almost panicked, however, when she realized he was about to exit Ku'ldak's body. 


There was a moment of confusion, however, when nothing happened. Then Vala understood. She gazed up into the sky, and smiled. “Oh, you clever girl. You're going to be fucked an awful lot, for the nearest future, Liandrin.”


She turned her attention back onto Surtr, who was clearly panicking. “Seems you're stuck. Liandrin has blocked your path, and will no doubt skewer you with her Sai, if you somehow manage to leave this body.”


Then, quick as a flash of thunder, Vala bolted forwards, twirled in a circle, and used the momentum, to sever the offending god's head from his body. The head rolled a few feet away, and stopped, its face locked in an expression of pure shock.


Vala spat on the body, and turned toward the four Futas, who came rushing toward her, as soon as the barrier disappeared. 


“Jared!” Za'ira shouted, and was about to throw her arms around him, when a raised hand stopped her.


“Ah, my lovely Za'ira. Such a fine one. Indeed, you all are,” Vala said, and eyed each of the Futas appraisingly. “Seems I outdid myself.”


Then Za'ira noticed the colour of her lover's eyes. “Vala?”


“Indeed. You four should be proud of your lover. He is such a good boy,” she said affectionately. “He fought so hard for you, and he did defeat Ku'ldak, even if he came back from the dead,” the goddess continued, then grinned lasciviously. “I think that's earned him a reward, no?” she finished, and gave each of their crotches a meaningful glance. 


The four Futas eyed each other, and smiled happily. “Yes, I'd say so,” T'alis replied, with a smile. 


Vala gazed up into the sky, and felt Liandrin call for her. Oh, that horny girl. “Jared will be very weak, when I leave his body, and will most likely fall unconscious. Do not worry, it's nothing serious. He'll only need a few hours rest.”


And with that, the goddess stepped into Za'ira, who put her arms around Jared's body, and hugged her to him. After a moment, she felt him shift slightly, and found his eyes on hers.


“Za'ira? Is it done?” he asked weakly. 


His lover smiled gently, and leaned down for a kiss. “Yes, my love. It's done. We can finally rest, and take a breather. I've got you. Just close your eyes, love. I've got you...”


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An itch in his nose, awakened Jared. He blinked his eyes open, and looked around, to find he wasn't in his own room, but a much more richly decorated chamber. He pushed himself up, and leaned back against the wall, and discovered, that he was completely naked, beneath the furs. 


A door to his left opened, and he was greeted with the most amazing thing he had ever seen, or would ever see, he reckoned. Through the open door, walked four naked Futas, their cocks gently swaying, as they made their way over to the bedding, a lustful look, in their eyes.


“He's awake, sisters,” E'gwin commented, and ran a tongue over her tusks. 


“Finally,” Ar'thas growled lowly in her throat, and allowed her cock to grow a tiny bit. 


“At last, we can reward him, for his bravery,” T'alis breathed, and pinched her large nipples. 


“Think he can handle it, Z?” Ar'thas asked jovially, as she crawled onto the platform, along with the three other Futa. They slowly advanced on the entranced Prince, and didn't stop, until they had formed a half circle around him, their cocks mere inches from his face.


All four of them began playing with their cocks, with one hand, while the other ran through their bush, causing their musk to wash over their boy, and he began salivating. He allowed himself to take a moment, to explore the cocks on display, and they were all beautiful. 


Za'ira's and T'alis' were identical; fourteen inches, and thick, and their heavy balls hung fairly low, full of delicious cum. His eyes found E'gwin's wonderful phallus, and discovered that, while it was about half an inch shorter than that of the twins', hers was a bit thicker, and her balls were larger. He hoped there was a correlation between ball sizes, and cum production. And finally, he focused on Ar'thas' cock. It was about as long as E'gwin's, but slightly thinner, but it had a curve to it, that he imagined would do some wonderful things to his ass, when she eventually fucked him. And the balls were gloriously big, and beautiful.


However, as wonderful as all this was, he still wanted to know what was happening. He opened his mouth to speak, an opening Za'ira didn't waste, and quick as a flash, she fed him her semi erect cock, pushing all the way to the back of his throat. His eyes went wide, but calmed, when Za'ira began playing with his hair. 


“Just relax, and let us take care of you, darling,” she cooed, as she gently began rolling her hips back and forth, and released a mouthful of precum, prompting him to begin sucking her. Jared was pretty engrossed in his work, but couldn't help, but notice E'gwin's cock was growing very rapidly, as was the Queen's. Ar'thas was out of his field of vision, at that moment.


Not wanting to disappoint, Jared gave Za'ira a good suck, then moved his head to the left, and engulfed the Royal cock in his mouth, causing her gasp in delight. Jared slowly bobbed his head back and forth on the cock. 


“Mmmm, such a wonderful cocksucker, she moaned.” She felt as someone slid their hand into hers, and she turned to find her sister gazing lovingly at her. 


“He is, and I'm so very glad to be sharing this with you,” Za'ira said, and leaned in for a kiss. 


It was soft and gentle, at first, but soon, it had turned into a display of ravenous hunger. It excited T'alis, and she began pumping copious amounts of precum down Jared's throat. The Prince looked up, to try and find out what had caused her sudden increase in excitement, and his eyes nearly bugged out, when he learned why. The sisters were kissing. Passionately. He knew, that on some level, this wasn't right, but he simply didn't care. They seemed to love each other, and that was all that mattered, to him. 


When he was distracted with this new development, a pair of strong hands yanked him off the Queen's cock, and Ar'thas slammed her cock into his throat, and somehow, managed to go all the way in, without causing the Prince any discomfort. The Queen didn't object, fully engrossed with Za'ira. 


Jared felt extremely good, when Art's cock rubbed against the inside of his throat, and he moaned around her cock. Art leaned her head back in pleasure. 


“That's right, baby! Moan around my meat,” she groaned, and proceeded with fucking his throat for a while. They were both enjoying themselves immensely, and Jared knew he would not think it a wasted day, if he could spend all of it, sucking on Art's delicious cock.


A soft hand, combing its fingers through his hair, stole Jared's attention from his work, and a fingertip under his chin, made him drop Art's cock from his mouth.


“Won't you show poor old E'gwin a good time?” the redhead asked, and guided her cock between his lips. Art growled something at her, but was forced to shut up, when E'gwin thrust her tongue down her throat. Jared's hand, wrapped around her cock helped keep her happy, of course.


And so it went for a while. Jared would suck, deepthroat, and jerk their cocks, while the Futas took turns kissing each other, and fondling each other's breasts. Eventually, however, Za'ira wanted to proceed to the main event. She lay down on the furs, and draped Jared on top of her. She held her hand out, and the three other Futas stroked their fingers up their cocks, milking a full palm's worth of precum from their cocks. 


Za'ira coated her cock with the precum. She lifted Jared's head from her chest, and looked into his eyes. “Are you ready for my cock, Little One?”


“Always, Mistress,” The Little One replied, and was rewarded with a long, tongue filled kiss. 


“Then ride me, lover,” the Mistress whispered huskily.


The Little One reached back, lined the slick cock up with his hole, and slowly sank down, moaning in pleasure, as the large cock flattened his button. He stayed still for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of being fill, and then he began raising and lowering himself on the Mistress' cock.


Pretty soon, however, the pleasure proved to be too much, and the Little One came, and dripped his trickle onto Mistress Za'ira's toned stomach. She scooped it up, with a couple of fingers, and offered it to her Kishi, who eagerly sucked it off, and was surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste of his own cum.


“Lean forward a little, my love, and keep your eyes on mine,” Mistress Za'ira said, and her Little One did as he was told. He then felt as some kind of fur lined belt was buckled around his abdomen, and another around his chest, with holes for his nipples. He heard a chain being pulled through something in the ceiling, and fastened to the belts. 


He felt a little apprehensive, and the Mistress noticed that. She cupped his cheek with one hand, and gave him a gentle kiss. “Shhh, Little One. Trust us. We all love you, and would never do anything to hurt you. You'll love this, I promise,” she told her boy. She might have been lying on the furs, beneath her sub, but she was very much the one, who was in control of this whole event. She flexed her hips forcefully, and was rewarded with a moan.


The Little One felt a pull on the belts, and he was raised couple of inches from the bedding, so that he was semi suspended in the air. There was also a slight pull on the belt around his chest, so that his torso was raised slightly further, than his hips. It was enough, to take any weight off his knees, and arms. 


“Relax, darling,” E'gwin told him, to his right, and kissed his cheek, before she crawled, to kneel by Mistress Za'ira's shoulder. 


“Your Mistress is right,” Ar'thas breathed into his left ear, and sucked on his earlobe. “You'll go mad with pleasure, baby.” she told him, and took up a similar position, as E'gwin had, but as Mistress' left shoulder. 


The Little One did as they had suggested, and relaxed, and let his body rest in his bindings. “That's it, darling,” Mistress said. “Surrender yourself to us, bring us pleasure,” she said with a smile, and began gently fucking him again, her thrusts slow and precise.


“Suck E'gwin, Little One,” the Mistress commanded. “Take her cock deep. Deep enough, so that your nose becomes lost in her lovely, thick bush. Remember, your eyes on hers.”


The Little One turned his head to the right, and opened his mouth, to accept the perfection that was E'gwin's cock. The mature Futa was gentle, but insistent, as she forced her cock down into his gullet. Once she was all the way in, she began rolling her hips at a good pace, enjoying the hot, warm throat. 


Mistress Za'ira was still gently fucking him. She eyed his nipples, and grinned evilly. She leaned up, and began licking, and kissing them, before she bit one, with some force, which caused her Little One to moan in pain, around E'gwin's cock.


E'gwin threw her head back, and groaned. “Sweet Goddess, that's amazing!” 


The Mistress then placed her hand on the Little One's cheek, and pushed him off E'gwin's cock. “Don't forget Ar'thas, my Kishi. She so enjoys fucking your throat.” 


Ar'thas grabbed his head, and slammed her cock into his throat, and almost immediately, had the Little One nuzzling her cute pubic forest. She began furiously fucking his throat, and while she was rough, the Little One didn't mind. In fact, he didn't mind any of it, because he knew his reward would be an unholy amount of fresh, steaming hot cum.


Still, as he was being ravished by two horny Futas, with the third one just waiting for her second go at his throat, one question kept bothering his hazy mind. Where was T'alis? The Mistress had just pulled him off Ar'thas' cock, and given E'gwin her second round, when the Little One felt a pair of hands grab his hips, and something scalding hot placed above Mistress' slowly thrusting cock. 


Mistress Za'ira pulled their pet of E'gwin's cock, and had him stare into her eyes. She then pulled almost all the way out of his ass, barely leaving the head of her cock in there. She grabbed his thighs firmly. 


“Eyes on mine, my love. What my sister and I are about to do, will be the most intensely pleasurable thing you've ever experienced, my sweet. Are you ready?”


When the Little One nodded, Mistress Za'ira tapped his right ass cheek once, and still maintained eye contact. “Just breathe, my love. Remember to breathe.”


T'alis grabbed the Little One's hips firmly, and applied insistent pressure onto his stretched hole with her rock hard, greasy cock. In she popped, and the Little One groaned gloriously, and began panting like a long distance runner. After allowing him to adjust for a moment, the sisters began, to ever so slowly, thrust their cocks into their lover.


“Goddess, that's hot,” Ar'thas hissed, as she stroked her cock. 


“I've never seen anything more erotic,” E'gwin agreed, and the two friends crawled, so that they were kneeling right in front of the Little One, who was sweating, and panting, but somehow maintaining eye contact with his Mistress.


“You're doing so well, darling,” Mistress Za'ira cooed, reached up, and licked a bead of sweat from her Little One's cheek. “Such a good, devoted Little One. Think about all the cum we'll give you, as a reward. Good boys will always be rewarded.”


And then, the Futa twins bottomed out in their lover, and the feeling was indescribable. The mere thought, that she was locked so intimately with the two people she loved the most in the entire world, was almost enough to make the Mistress cum, but she managed to hold back.


“Mmmm, Jared, you're wonderful,” Queen T'alis moaned in ecstasy. “Perfect.”


Knowing they had to be careful, so that they wouldn't hurt their boy, the Queen and her sister began a slow, but steady rhythm. As one cock pulled out, the other pushed in. The Little One was still staring into his Mistress' eyes, but he wasn't all there. The intense pleasure, had long since taken a hold of him, and born him far away. 


Some time later, Mistress Za'ira felt the beginning of the end. “Jerk each other off, you two,” she grunted at E'gwin, and Ar'thas. “Pace yourselves, so that you cum with us. When you're ready, cram your cocks into his mouth.”


“But...” E'gwin began.


“Don't worry about it,” Mistress Za'ira hissed. “He's been blessed by the Goddess. He can take it.”


The two Futas nodded their acceptance, and began furiously working their cocks. “We're almost there, Z,” Ar'thas moaned. 


“So are we,” T'alis stammered. 


E'gwin and Ar'thas grabbed a hold of the Little One's head, and put the heads of their cocks inside his mouth, and gaped in surprise, over the fact that his jaw didn't dislocate. 


“Do it! Do it now,” Mistress Za'ira roared, and all four Futas came with a unified groan, as they blasted their cum into their lover. It took a while, but eventually, they ran dry, and slumped onto the furs, completely satisfied. Ar'thas and E'gwin promptly fell asleep.


Someone pulled the cord that held the chain in place, and Jared was released from his bonds, and gently eased on top of Za'ira, who's cock was still buried inside him. A good thing, that. Everything would be dreadfully messy, otherwise.


Za'ira eyed her sister, as she came crawling up to her, and gave her a kiss, which she followed by kissing Jared tenderly on the top of his head. After that, she lay down, and rested her head on her sister's shoulder. 


“When do you think he'll come down?” she asked, and stared into his vacant eyes.


Za'ira chuckled. “Filled with this much cum? It'll be hours, at least.”


“You'll stay with him, until then?” The Queen asked. 


Za'ira arched a brow. “Naturally. I'm his Mistress. I have to be here, when he comes down, to ease him to sleep.”


T'alis smiled. Always so considerate. “Good. Now, I must go and prepare for the Bonding. Will you be our Witness?”


Za'ira smiled beatifically at her sister. “Who else?”


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Jared slowly opened his eyes, and discovered he was lying on the soft ground in the grove of his mindscape. He looked around, and saw Vala come walking toward him, her massive cock, rock hard, and ready. 


She waved with her hand, and a few vines broke from the earth, and locked him in place, his thighs spread. The goddess knelt between them, and rested the head of her massive cock at his ring.


“You didn't think you were done, did you?” she asked, and thrust her hips forward...


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Thank you kindly for reading. I hope you were well satisfied. ;-) 


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