A game of tusks

The letter to Daefiel Dewdream continues

I joined the orc ladies and there by closing the circle around the half-elf. I got as bare as they where which also meant leaving my notebook for a while so the next part is retold as best as I can remember it. Considering how hot and damp it was inside it was probably for the better anyway.

Mezra began explaining the rules of a game called simply "Tusks" mostly for mine and the half-elf's benefit while making sure he know all the names. I've seen the young orcs play this often and the others were surely familiar with it from their youth.

The name comes from an orcish saying translating as "to know someone by their tusks" meaning you know someone very well or to say someone stands out "everyone knows them by their tusks"

The rules of the game are pretty simple; one person has their eyes blind folded while the others takes turn making some distinctive action, more often then not involving shouting and punching, then the other person have to guess who it was and what they did.

From the start it was clear this would be slightly different. They got him blind folded and to test he got he the rules Mezra grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it, "Now guess".

"umh... it's you, Mezra" he hesitantly answered

"Yes, and what am I doing?"

"You.. you're stroking my.. dick" he said blushing bright red

"Good boy!" she said and let go, she spun him around a few times while looking over at her friends "Who's next?"

Yotul, another hunter, jumped at the invitation. Already while Mezra was explaining the rules she had begun fingering herself and now she pulled her fingers soaked with her juices out and quickly put them to his lips and into his mouth. He grimaced at the sudden intrusion.

"Guess" Mezra prompted him.

"I, uh.. don't know. Ghorza?" The older orc laughed with a cackle "umh.. Yotul?" he tried again.

Yotul removed her fingers from his mouth "Yes! you like my taste?", he nodded.

Next up was Dulug, one of the raiding warriors, she walked behind him and delivered a smack to his ass which such **** he fell over with a shout.

"Dulug?" he whimpered a guess while rubbing his butt cheek that now had a big red hand print on it.

With the half-elf still on the floor Mezra stretched her leg out to put her foot in his face.

"It.. It's your foot, Mezra" he guessed quickly.

"Hmm, guess you know that smell pretty well by now"