Ak'horra: On Men

Akhorra: On Men

I've tumbled with orcs, of course: forceful, enduring, delightful...

I've tumbled with men: quick, eager, but easy to coax into another round when the iron's hot.

I've tumbled with dwarves: stubborn, tenacious, but when they commit to the task... Wow.

I've even tumbled with smaller-statured ogres... That's true endurance, almost tantric, but the lack of wit needs keep you on your toes... Lose yourself in it and you risk permanent injury, but keep your own wits and... Wow...

Sometimes a hunt requires a little extra effort, extra risks...

I've never tumbled with elves.

Thane... I remember.

He assumed I didn't speak his language. That was fair, and I was more than willing to play along. Added a bit of fun to the play, made him feel that extra bit of clever when he realized I was truly willing. How long would I play, though, before the inevitable? Eh, the night was young, and I was... eager. I left it up to him.

Well, he was a paladin of the moon, and any paladin can be a pain in the ass - regardless of his god. Still, he was surprisingly gentle considering the number of lies he told to try and coax me into readiness as we shared my fire. Overzealous, yes. Paladin. But gentle, for a while, and I did enjoy it. Eventually his stories fell to the wayside as he gorged himself upon my breasts. He was eager, willing, paying no mind to my scars as he tended my nipple. The suction, the swirl, the absolute heat... I admit I hadn't even noticed that he'd removed my bottoms until I felt him finally penetrating me in one completely unforeseen thrust.

I made it too easy for him; I was already wet, and it was entirely my fault. I'd been teasing him for hours, and I never expected that fate would tease us both extra-long. If it hadn't... Well, I refuse to think what might have happened to K'ron.

But I remember my gasp in that first moment of penetration. It was truly... unexpected, but, welcome. Wonderful. Thrilling. He took my surprise as encouragement, as most men would, thrusting suddenly and intently because he thought I liked it. I did, yes, and I matched his enthusiasm well enough, I think. Maybe too well, perhaps, for I also remember his first climax hitting long before my own, long before the booze kicked in for either of us. He was quick, enthusiastic, and committed... like any man I've tumbled, but it didn't matter. I knew there'd be another chance.

The stuttering of his hips as they collapsed into mine only made me wetter, and I don't just mean from his seed. I knew from the start I was never going to let him pull out of me. It's not like he could have actually bred me, but there is bliss in the fantasy, for some. But when I knew he was about to fill me I made sure to keep him pinned against my crotch, whether he realized it or not. Most don't, men, orc dwarf, or otherwise. Honestly, I think that's part of the fun.

I was all-too-pleased to be his exotic-orc-mistress for the night, if that's what he wanted. It seemed to me like that was very much what he wanted. Perhaps what he needed. We all know that true battle can flame even the coldest embers of our lusts, and he certainly had something of a grudge to release against the goblins we faced together. Even thinking about it now I... Well... Can't deny I'm warm.

I encouraged him into another round. I know my assets, and how they compare to human women... If he had a wife 'back home,' well, he didn't show me any indication Not that I'd ever challenge her for her position, mind you. But I hadn't been satisfied, and I know how easy men are in the coaxing. Take your time; make it wet; give them a little show; take what you want. If they aren't ready and **** then you just haven't taken enough time.

I rode him at a gallop. I fucking loved it. I think he did, too. Did he cum in me again? I don't remember. I didn't care; still don't. He was a good length; the perfect thickness. I took what I wanted and he stayed hard long enough to give it to me.

Hah, seems he stayed hard long enough to give a lot to me, because I don't remember a lot of what happened after that. I think he had me on my knees, rutting me like a true orc. But I think there was more, and I remember his kiss. What is it that makes men want to kiss while rutting? There was a trickle running down my thigh, and I remember spreading my legs for him: far, up, wide. I wanted to cum again. Maybe more than just again. Hard to say, now. I'm sure I did, at least once. I'm sure he did too. I remember leaving the next morning feeling... full.

Good man, that one. A thrilling game. A fine hunt.

And seven months later I gave birth to his son.

I joke. Orcs can't breed with men.

Still fun to try, yeah?