Sword of Bone

Chapter Five

Never in my life would I have imagined myself voluntarily willingly!- Kissing an orc. A savage beast. 

The truth of it still shocks me, even as I am amidst it, as that warm liquid mouth met me with the same drive, the same lust. He drank me like a man driven by thirst. “You are mine roamaka.” he breathed, sparking hard and powerful heat in my groin. “I will have you.” 

I should have protested, should have found the space or sanity for it, but I am too weak. I am caught too deep in drinking him back, finally tasting that sweetness at its source. Soft lips, warm breath, a tongue that was far too large and strong, sweeping against me, inside me. 

“I will have you now.” He growled. “Ke roamaka.” 

“Yes.” I breathed. 

The Horde King grabbed my chin, making me looking into his black eyes, “My women. My own women.” 

The words were their own streak of pleasure, a gasp of colors in the darkness. And suddenly he is there. His enormous hands on my skin, gripping and caressing, sliding the length of my bare back, curving over my bare ass. And then coming in front of me, circling around both breasts at once, pushing against my hard n*****s, dragging a ragged, hungry gasp from my throat. 

“Yes, ke miapel feel me.” he said in a husky tone as one of those hands slowly slid downwards coming over my belly into her coarse dark hair, and- I gasped- down to cup close and protective against the curve of my cunt, with all the raging dark hungry heat. “Such ripe fruit. Is it all for me ke miapel?” he whispered, his hand pressing a little harder, rubbing back and forth, exposing my swollen, clenching wetness against it. “So rich with juices.” 

My entire body arched into him, against that impossible, audacious feel of him, and he gave me a low rumbling growl, making my already wet cunt drip. “You yearn for me, ke miapel.” 

I sucked in a ragged breath, feeling my body shake. He smiled into my cheek as one of his fingers broke from the rest and thrust into my tight, warm core. More pressure, delving soft, inexorable, deep into my swollen wet heat. I cried out, my body clenching hard around him, and he gave another low growl of approval as he slid his finger deeper into me. “You long for my cock.” he growled chasing his words with a deep, lusty kiss. “Your womb grows rich for me.” he said, pulling away before dipping back in, sweeping my mouth with his tongue. My entire body trembling, filling, knotting itself with need. A need for him and only him. My hands wondered, clinging to his chest, to those broad, warm shoulders, feeling the shift of hard muscle over me as his finger drove deeper into me. 

“I wish you to ask me,” He whispered over my lips. “Ask me for my c**k, for my seed.” gasped again, definitely in protest this time, because there was no way in hell I was asking this shameless orc for anything - but then that finger pulled out, away, why… 

“Ask my ke miapel.” he repeated, “Please ask me to fill you with my cock.” 

His hands scooped under me, holding on to my bare ass, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. He shifted my legs so they are around him, so my hungry open wetness is pressed directly up against that huge, straining orc c**k. “Ask me now!” 

“I can’t…” I chocked out. 

“You can ke miapel.” He breathed, “If you yet wish for this, or do you wish for me to stop?” 

No, he can’t stop… I frantically shook my head as I gulped air. I want this. I had to at least try to have this. What would that feel like, sliding inside…

“Ask me.” came his voice, smooth and sure. “Please ke miapel.” 

He brought his hardness even closer with his words, and as I gasped, his big hand came over and stroked up my wetness. Thickening that dripping ooze to the smooth stream, and I gave a sharp cry, drizzling it down onto my still-clenching cunt. “Do you wish for more?” 

I took another deep breath and let my body take over completely. “Please, Horde King, take me… Make me yours.” 

There was an audible gasp, a visible twitch of that seeping hardness, and now another one of those growls, low in his throat. “Brave roamaka.” Pressing that hot, leaking hardness against me, into me, delving it between my wet lips, spreading them apart. My mouth cried out, too loud, but there was no pain, not yet. Just slick, hard heat, sliding slow and purposeful inside, and I could already feel it thickening, broadening. Spreading me wider around his thick c**k, it is stretching me open to fit him. 

“Good roamaka.” He gasped. He sunk into me deep making me hiss. “Is it pain?” He became concerned. 

Through my pounding thoughts I could chock out, “No.” I lied, but I fear that if I were to be honest, he would stop and somehow he knew I was lying to him. He became utterly still. “You lie to me ke miapel.” 

The pleasure out weighing the pain made me cry as he stilled, “Please do not stop.” I begged him. 

“I do not want to cause you pain, ke miapel…” He objected as he started pulling away from me. 

I grabbed his arms, holding him in place. “Please Horde King… I want to feel pleasure at least once in my life.” 

He growled again, tinging with something like relief this time, and there was more heat, more pressure. Pushing harder, deeper, wonderful, impossible and I could almost feel that c**k breathing, vibrating, shuddering base to tip as it pumped out more of that thick rich seed deep inside of me. There was one more hard push, one strangled-sounding gasp from his throat - and there he was in. Our bodies wedged tight together, my spread thighs flush against his hips, the bulging weight of his firm ass pressing huge and thrilling below. He feels wonderful. 

“You feel so good.” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders. 

In reply he groaned aloud, his big chest shuddering, that heat flailing up hard inside of me. “Yes.” He whispered, ragged, firing warmth deep in my belly, my thoughts. “You sheath me whole, ke miapel. My c**k has never tasted such a thing.” 

He pressed his lips to mine as his hips started moving. Pressing his c**k harder and deeper into me, stretching me over and over. Pleasure making me feel dizzy. He straightens himself, bringing my legs up to rest on my shoulders as he gripped my hip with one hand while the other pressed on my stomach and his thumb rubbing light circles over my c**t. His touch, heat, smell all of it sending my senses into over drive threatening to send me over the edge as my legs tightened squeezing his head as I thrust my chest up and squeezed my eyes closed. Stars exploding in the darkness as a warm comfort spread through my body and a sharp scream escaped my lips. 

He pushed me down harder, closer against him, my legs tight around his hips, sucking him in, claiming him. “You wish for more, ke miapel?” 

“Please.” I whimpered. 

Growling in response he began driving into me hard and wild unsteady movements as his finger found my sensitive c**t. He rubbed small gentle circles driving me into another mind maddening climax. He followed me this time, grunting and growling digging his strong fingers into my hips as he threw he head back and roared loudly. The noise bouncing around the cave sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine. 

The Horde King collapsed on top of me, placing a hand on either side of my head as our breathing calmed. He pushed himself up looking at me with his black eyes. My eyes grew wide with surprise, the light dancing across his finely sculpted face. Shining off the rings in his nose and ears. He is handsome, in a rugged terrifying way. He looked at me with hesitation, with fear in his eyes. It confused me. I reached my hand up placing it to his cheek. 

“So handsome.” I whispered. 

He sucked in a breath and a smile formed on his face showing his sharp teeth before he leaned into me pressing his lips to mine. “You honor me, roamaka.” 

“Horde King?” I whispered looking away from his eyes. 

“Yes, ke miapel?” 

“What is your name?” My voice cracking, I am nervous to even ask. I am not accustomed to Orc ways. 

“Baldu.” 

Baldu…Baldu the savage king… The tales of his fearsome ways and cruel hand flooded through me, sending cold fear down my spin. My body froze under him and my eyes avoided his at all costs. 

“Do not fear me, ke miapel… I will never harm you.” 

“You… you are Baldu the savage King…” I chocked out. 

“I am. Only to my enemies ke miapel. You are not my enemy.” He said stroking his finger across my cheek. “You are my omara.” 

“I am human… And barren Savage King. You do not want me.” 

He growled moving himself over me more as his c**k flexes inside of me sending a lusty shiver down my spin. He lowered his face to mine. 

“You are not barren. You will give me many orcsons and I will cherish you for each one. I will worship you for the rest of your life. I want you ke miapel. Always.” 

He pushed against me letting me feel exactly what he meant. I moaned softly placing my hands to his shoulders. I did not think I would be ready this soon but my body showed me again I was wrong. This time was primal, lusty, raw. I reveled in each thrust each kiss. My desire grew and grew for him until it send me into a spiraling climax. Then he held me tightly in his arms, I clung to him, using him as my life raft. 

“We must return home, ke miapel.” He whispered into my hair. “Will you come with me? Will you be my omara?” 

I laid there for a moment, thinking everything over - what would be so bad about being his? He has treated me kindly. - But then again he did chain me to the bed. I pushed myself up and looked down at him with a serious expression. 

“If you promise me one thing.” 

“Anything for you.” 

“Promise me you will never chain me again.” 

Guilt filled his eyes and he nodded, “I promise you this roamaka.” 

“Then I will go with you.” 

He gave me a brilliant smile and grabbed my face crushing his lips into mine, “You honor me.”

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“Come ke miapel. The sun will leave the sky soon.” Baldu said as we climbed up a steep hill. 

My dress catching on branches and bushes as I pushed my way up the hill. He stopped and looked at me as I wrestled my dress free of a thick oak branch, cursing as I worked. He laughed and walked over to me, moving my hands out of the way. He untangled me before scooping me into his arms, cradling me to his bare, broad, warm chest. 

“You don’t have to do this.” I protested, feeling guilty. 

“Ach I will care for my women, ke miapel.” He grunted, tightening his hold on me.

I smiled at him and accepted his help when he took off in a graceful sprint towards his kingdom in the mountain. With every step, the closer we came, the more nervous I felt. It is one thing to be alone in a cave with Baldu. It is another when we are in his home with all his brother’s eyes watching us. 

“We are here.” He said, placing me to my feet and taking my hand. “Do not fear my brothers. They will protect their Qouell.” 

Their Qouell… Their Queen… 

I stopped walking, frozen in place, as my heart raced through me. Fear consuming me. My mind telling me to run, to get away as quickly as possible. Baldu looked down at me and let my hand go as he grabbed my face, making me look into his eyes. 

“What is it ke miapel?” He asked. 

“I am afraid.” I whispered.

“I am here. Do not fear. Come.” He said, kissing me and then taking my hand, leading me into the Mountain entrance.