Femi Wolftaker - The Grunt

“Whoreband!” the shadow hunter called out. “Go be useful now!”

Femi followed her leader’s command and looked for how she could be useful. As a warrior of the Horde there were many ways one could be useful. As a woman of the Horde she knew what way was needed right now. She could pick up on it as she saw the outpost. The orcs here looked listless, the main guard on the ground barely awake. Things sure had changed since she passed through this checkpoint last time.

When was it? A year ago? She’d proven herself a competent warrior in the Valley of Trials and sought to search the Barrens for a party to join and earn valor with. She hadn’t found much. At first she took a short position right here at Far Watch Post. The young orc barely got a moment to guard anything, or attach herself to any passing party, as the predominantly male retinue pulled her from her post and between their legs as fast as she could get them off.

It wouldn’t do for her ambitions so she headed off on her own instead. And that was a bad idea. She’d been captured by a centaur warband not two days into her travels and made use at their encampment. Again she didn’t mind the servicing so much. Their horse cocks were overlarge yes but she made it work. But she couldn’t go anywhere. It was luck that her sister found her, chained up in a **** cave south of the Stagnant Oasis. Though it wasn’t really luck but Shadow Hunter Zi’Guja that helped Reda track down the Wolftaker orc who had been missing for three months. And that’s when she found her troop. Or the troop found her. She became the newest member of Zi’Guja’s whoreband and remained grateful and loyal to this day.

This day that had finally brought her back to the outpost where her journey began, and still had fond memories of. She didn’t recognize many of the orcs stationed here now, aside from Kargal Battlescar whom she saw her commander was already taking care of. Not that there was a shortage of men that needed servicing. One approached her, that sleepy guard who was very obviously awake now.

“Mok’ra,” she greeted him orcish. He looked your average orc, brow jutting, dressed in simple leather warrior pads painted Horde red.

“Throm-ka,” she said in return with a nod. His hands were already grasping her exposed tits, her big green mounds soft and pliable in his strong hands. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. Femi blinked, surprised at first but soon kissing him back, putting a hand on the back of his neck. In her experience it was rare for orcs to want to kiss. It wasn’t a tusk thing, they just didn’t seem to like it or think it was necessary.

But Femi liked it a lot, and if this orc was into locking lips then she was going to take full advantage. She opened her eyes for a moment and flicked them over to see if the other troll in her party was engaged with anyone. Perhaps they could all kiss this rugged orc man together... She saw that Nisej’Mo wasn’t kissing anybody, but was otherwise preoccupied, so let the thought go.

“Show off!” Femi heard her sister Reda yell at someone somewhere she couldn’t see.

It would be best for her to focus on this man and not to get distracted. They broke and both orcs gasped for breath. Looking at him now she realised this guard was even younger than she was.

“Haa… wow,” the orc breathed. He had black hair tied into two braids that hung over his shoulders, and he was smiling at her. “Your lips are soft,” he noted. Femi smiled and pulled him in for another kiss as if to help him cement that fact in his brain. She tasted his breath and spit, sucking at his thick lips and wanting his tongue. He was actually holding her and kissing her deeper, Femi unable to believe her luck. Her eyes opened again and she shot them over to where she saw the hulking form of Minninnewah Cloudseeker, the tauren warrior. What would Minni’s lips taste like, the orc wondered, watching as the male orcs she dwarfed clambered onto the warrior cow.

Femi closed her eyes. Distractions! She had this kisser right here that she needed to focus on. They broke again and now she could tell his ardour was rising.

“Soft… lips…” the poor young orc gasped, his green cheeks turning a shade orange. Cute. She reached into his pants, squeezing past his belt to get a hold of his raise ardour. The orc groaned appreciatively at her touch but Femi realised she was kind of stuck and quickly tried to unbuckle him with her free hand.

“My other lips are soft too,” she whispered to him, trying to sound seductive but it was apparent she was struggling to undo his pants. The male orc didn’t really notice, his attention now drawn down to that brown patch of hair between her legs instead. “Which... Lips…. Do you... Want?” she asked him, seduction being the plan but her concentration was more focused getting those pants open.

After a few seconds more fumbling she finally unclasped the belt and his pants dropped away. She grabbed the base of his freed erection, feeling triumphant, giving it a squeeze. The young orc could only groan in response, this lovely creature before him so amazing his thoughts were seized. She gave him a couple of strokes, waiting for him to decide, then decided to take charge. Femi was hot enough as it was and had been aching for the last few hours walk. She pulled the orc down by is cock, seating him in the dirt, then stradled him with more grace than she’d shown up til now. He had a nice sized cock, it sort of reminded her of another orc who had been station here around the same time she was. He had been skinny for an orc, kind of lanky, but his cock was thicker than the others and he liked kissing too.

Femi thought to give this guy a show and rubbed his bulbous head at her warm entrance. He grimaced at the sensation, but obviously was enjoying the teasing. She was too, and she kept sliding his cock along her slit faster and faster. Soon she was listing forward, losing herself in the moment and the feeling of hot orcmeat between her leg. She only opened her eyes again when she felt hands on her breasts. Her partner was gazing up at her, wide jaw hanging open, almost as dazed as she was but with enough wherewithal to at least start kneading handfuls of those magnificent green tits in his meaty mits. She smiled at him, seeing the inexperience she once had in herself, then dropped down. Both orcs cried out as Femi engulfed his entire cock in her pussy in one fell swoop. She’d gotten him plenty hard and she’d gotten herself plenty wet for it to just slide in without resistance.

Still he stretched her walls, her channel twitching to accommodate his young and urgent orchood. The feeling was deep and Femi inhaled greatly, her chest heaving. The male orc squinted up at the Whoreband warrior and couldn’t do much else. Her crushing walls were so wonderful he felt like he couldn’t even move his arms. Then she started to move, grinding on him at first until her palms were placed on his chest. Then she started to ride him good. His head rolled back from the pleasure, from the wonderful weight of her.

Femi felt his cock swelling and getting harder inside her. Young orcs were often full of energy at the start but tended to finish quickly. The tell tale signs were already apparent but she wouldn’t mind. Young orcs could often go for more than one round quite quickly too. She held his hands against her bouncing tits as she bounced on his cock. The sounds grew wetter between them, and his groan grew more growly. She squeezed him inside, and then he blew.

“Aaahh… oh it’s hot…” she sighed, bearing herself down on him now, the spurting cock buried deep. He bucked, lifting them both up a few times, the male orc pulsing. He loosed perhaps seven bolts inside Femi and she felt a little pride swell up too. Her last squeeze was a technique she employed every so often and she liked that it could pretty reliably get results. She squeezed again, more to feel how he was still holding up more than anything else and smile at how he swelled too.

The dizzy orc blinked up at Femi, who was now leaning down close. She kissed him again and he returned it gratefully. She would probably keep kissing him until he was ready to fuck again.