Axes into Plows (Act II)

You don't remember precisely what it was that you anticipated the farm life would be, what about it had seemed so enticing to you. It was certainly a calmer, quieter means of making a living, though as time has shown, nearly any vocation would have met those, compared to being a gladiatorial ****. Having no experience in the fields, you really didn't know what you had gotten into. That it wasn't perilous didn't mean it was without challenge or stress, you discovered. Even in the slower planting or growing seasons, there was usually a full day's work on the plot of land that the half crazed druid Vaida had acquired for you as thanks. The Nixendrun Sultanate wasn't the most hospitable place in T'sara, but the elf insisted, saying that it was important to keep options open.

What you eventually realized was most valuable about this life wasn't the peace, but the comparitive solitude, and the autonomy. Although an orc farmer was unusual in these parts as in most of the world, and having a human partner more so, anyone who may have a problem with it would be too far away to be of any real concern. Though there's any number of tasks that need to be completed on a routine basis, the decision of what to do, when, and how, falls only on you. Owning the land outright, you even have greater agency than most of your fellow farmers. You are not at the mercy of the money lenders or a noble land lord, meaning you have a greater range of what you could grow and how much and still have the coin to survive.

That latter part, it turned out, was harder than expected. Neither you nor Nihara had any degree of wealth before in your hard lives. What was earned was quickly spent. Having to make coin last across seasons took planning and discipline, something you both had to learn the hard way. Combined with your inexperience, you were quickly on your back foot. If not for the help of others, you both would have been despondent by now, and possibly back as slaves.

The local community of farmers in your little part of the Sultanate, in the northern province of Sansia, was the saving grace. Though many were suspicious, and a few even outright hostile towards a coupling such as yours, they were more helpful than you would have expected. A harsh contrast compared to the self serving nature of the residents in the Traxian League that you'd spent so much of your life. Once they got over the stigma of an orc and human cohabitating, they provide the basis of knowledge for you to set out on your own. Though there was some malcontent, seeing another farmer as just being another competitor to bring prices down, the wider voices saw you as an ally; more hands to contribute to the food stores to last through the winter months. It was discretely brought to a point, that you and Nihara would feed more mouths than you would take, given that the two of you would never be able to sire children.

Not that it wasn't for lack of trying.

Though things had gotten off to a tempestuous start, your relationship with Nihara had done well. Though you had never vocalized it, you were worried that she might scurry off and join with other humans, she remained committed and faithful to you, and this new life. Either in the arena or in the field, your temperaments and behavior complimented each other well. Nihara was a strong, committed, and fearless woman. You never had to get her to pull her own weight, and she never to worry about you talking down to her or. Left to your own devices on your land, there was no pressure for either of you to submit to a higher calling of decorum, which suited you both perfectly. In that privacy, away from prying ears and eyes, your arousal could be on full display, without concern. Either of you could go after the other, with no judgement.

As was the case now, on this gentle Sommar morning. Mastro's light was barely over the horizon, and already warming the day. The both of you had already risen as well, tending to the crops of corn. The mood arisen, with nary a word spoken between you. Merely being in each other's presence, either of you completely in the nude, protected by distance the height of the rows of crop, let you both feel safe from wandering or judging eyes. Nihara had started it all, swaying her ass in a slow, tempting way as she pretended to struggle with the stalks. You went with the charade, standing behind her to help. Body against body, you made a point to press your cock against her. Enjoying the sensation, she pressed herself against you, grinding her butt against your thick cock.

It wasn't long before you both deliberately dropped to the ground on your knees, Nihara going further, descended to her hands and knees. Her legs spread just wide enough, you hoist your thick member in hand and slowly push it into her pussy, already wet and eager. Biting her lip as she moaned, Nihara clearly enjoyed the sensation still.

"Gods, Kromdor, you are such a brute."

"I don't see you trying to stop me" You replied, placing your hands on her hips and taking a slow but forceful rhythm

"I wasn't complaining." she retorted as she threw her hips back, pushing herself further back on your cock. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't have you any other way."

To make the point, you gave her ass a series of loud, stinging slaps. There was a clear moan of pain with the pleasure, yet Nihara remained as enthusiastic as ever.

"Oh, I'll never get tired of this." She picked her pace up slightly "but let's not dawdle. I love you, but we got a busy day ahead of us."

Others may be hurt by the idea of being rushed, but you understood it as permission. An excuse to do what you really wanted; to go fast and hard. You took the instruction as almost a dare, pummeling into her with all you had. Nihara's gentle moans turned into loud screams of lust and pleasure, as you both rapidly moved towards the ever sought after orgasm.

With a loud groan, seed poured of your body and into hers. As you slowly pulled yourself out, much of it spilled out into the earth. In neither location would the seed ever bear fruit, which you've made your peace with at this point. As you both enjoyed the immediate glow of release, you both became startled by a loud and foreign and disconcerting shout. Both rising to your feet, you tried to move out of the fields to find it's source.