A letter to Daefiel Dewdream

Letter to Daefiel Dewdream of the Sylvan Scholary Society from Thylaea Spiritsong, Spring 156 of the 4th age

Dear Scholar Dewdream,

It pleases me so that my last letter sparked your interest. I understand your concern that this inquiry of yours might be seen as having ulterior motives even though detailed first hand accounts are of out most importance. I believe this to be firmly rooted in science and any other gratifications incidental. Yet I address this letter to you in private to not need be reserved in my retelling of what happened in that historic moment.

I also have some good news to share! Verthag was from the beginning much more suspicious of me than his predecessor Karnek. Shortly after his rise to chief I was taken for questioning and over many hours I tried to explain what it is I do. They are familiar with books and written language but the concept of scholarly pursuits proved hard to understand. I believed I explained it properly but it now turns out Verthag believes I'm writing a book about him, something he is very pleased with. I should perhaps have corrected him but it is in a way true and it has allowed me to follow the chief closer than ever before and our many conversations since has been incredibly valuable.

Anyway, on that day of the duel after Durgash had surrendered Verthag stood in front of him as he knelt. Their breathing was heavy and could be heard even from my position at the back of the crowd, their muscular bodies covered in sweat and as ever barely covered by thick leather armour and straps, blood was trickling down the back of Verthag from a surface cut along his shoulder blades.

Axe and loincloth on the ground the proud member of Verthag was swelling, throbbing in the air as more blood was rushing to fill his shaft.

Verthag has skin that is midway through the spectrum of lime green to coal but his penis is slightly lighter except for the remarkably pronounced head that's a deep purple. By my estimates he must be just above 20 cm from root to tip.

Without a word spoken Durgash took the shaft of Verthag in both hands and guided it his mouth. His lips parted and he sucked the tip into his mouth and began to stroke the shaft slowly. Some short command I couldn't make out was grunted by Verthag and Durgash instead began licking up and down the shaft and then one by one took the almost fist sized balls of Verthags sack in his mouth.

Next Verthag brought the tip back to Durgash's lips and with a hand on the back of Durgash's head was sliding it in. With thrusting motions he was slowly working more of his shaft into his mouth, and into his throat. He stopped for a moment once he had managed to get his ball sack pressed up against the chin of Durgash and looked around the crowd.

What followed is the most savage fucking of a mouth I have ever witnessed. Durgash was gagging constantly and coughing up spit and mucus whenever the hard cock of Verthag got pulled out enough to give him the chance too. This continued for uncomfortably long but finally he pulled his cock out and rope after rope of thick white orc cum sprayed across the face of Durgash.

Verthag let go of Durgash who immediately collapsed on the ground and after another look around the crowd grabbed him by a strap of his leather armour and dragged him across the ground over to the chief's hut.

Verthag has promised to tell me what happened in the hut after the duel at some point but I think you and I both have a pretty good idea already.

Yours, Thylaea