Nisej’Mo - The Headhunter

Nisej’Mo moved swifly when her Whoreband captain gave the call. Yes, be useful. Yes she would be used. The graceful troll practically danced over to the pair of orc guards who had been keen to meet the Orc Raider riding her wolf, but if a headhunter couldn’t intercept her targets first then what good was she?

“Hello dere bois,” she greeted them grinning. The two orcs stopped in their tracks, surprised but not afraid. That was a good first step. She tilted a hip, showing herself off to them. Her taut, muscular body and perfect blue skin glistened under the harsh Kalimdor sun. “Goin’ some place?”

The orcs looked at each other, then glanced over at the direwolf and its rider. Nisej’Mo didn’t take her eyes of her targets. “Oh… yous don’t like trolls?” she asked, voice tinged with worry but not offense. They flicked eyes at each other again, one of them shrugging.

“Never been wif one,” he admitted. The silent one didn’t confirm or deny his own inexperience but she was still surprised. She knew most orcs to be horny for anything with a hole in it, but saw these unusually **** soldiers as a nice little challenge.

“Is dat so?” she said. “Well I can tell you I know howta handle meself some spears.” With that she pulled out two of long weapons she had strapped to her back, spinning them in her hands expertly then sticking them into the dirt tip first. They looked suitably impressed, the troll “virgin” orc even making a close approximation to a whistling sound and nodding. The quickest way to an orc’s heart was displaying your battle prowess, Nisej’Mo knew. She loosed two more spears from her back and leapt over the pair while twirling the weapons and whipping the air around them. Still airborne she twisted her body, displaying trained muscles and athletic power as she launched the spears and had them stuck inches away from her now rapt audience’s feet. Both orcs took steps backs at the thunks of spearheads piercing the earth, snarling at the near misses, but when the troll landed they were clapping and grinning. Nothing like a little danger to rile up a couple of orcs.

“Show off!” Reda called from the other side of the small camp, causing Nisej’Mo to smirk.

“Thankya kindly,” she said to her appreciative audience, bowing inelegantly, so that her tits bounced.

“Ima try me sum troll today!” announced the more talkative orc and he moved in.

“Me first!” the other orc decided, suddenly motivated and finding his voice.

“Rah! No! Me!” grunted the former, shoving his fellow in the shoulder.

“You don’t even like trolls, Borka!” the shoved one groused, returning the favour.

“I like this one, Nuk’grak!” Borka shouted, fist raised.

“Well you know I like red heads!” claimed the shorter one, apparently named Nuk’grak.

“You like black eyes too?”

“Bois bois bois!” Nisej’Mo cut in and got between them before they started to do more than shoving. She licked her lips. The more heated and angry the orcs were the better really, but she could only let it get so far. “Enough of Nissy to go ‘round,” she told them knowingly, placing a hand on each of their chests. “And handling two spears at once is me specialty.” The troll winked, the orcs staring at her, still steaming but quickly forgetting why. The headhunter could feel their heartbeats still thumping and knew they’d get faster as she sank to her knees between them.

She was deft with her fingers, able to undo both buckles in each hand without problem, then pulling their leggings down seconds later. “Oh lovely…” Nisej’Mo sighed, looking to and fro at the fat orc cocks she had just freed. She grabbed one in each hand, feeling the heat in her palms. “Such big fat spears.” Licking her lips she drew them both closer to her face. She moved from one to the other, sniffing, taking in the scent of their musk and sweat. “Eenie… meenie…” she said, then kissed the cock in her right hand. It was the taller one, Borka, she decided, since he did make the first move. So Borka should be rewarded. She licked her way up the shaft, feeling it get harder along her tongue, noting the very prominent vein that twisted up up his right side, then got to the tip and wrapped her dark lips around it. She sucked him hungrily, humming around his huge corona, while in her left hand she stroked the shorter orc’s cock with practiced technique.

Both orcs seemed fine with what they were getting, impressed with her grip strength and lip strength. But Nisej’Mo didn’t linger too long on one man and switched to the alleged lover of redheads. The troll made sure to coat Nuk’Grak’s nice green cock with with her saliva, the pair being serviced groaning at the lurid display by this awesome huntress. She alternated a few times, grazing their nuts with her little tusks but licking those spots soothingly too, worshiping these chunks of masculinity in her thorough way.

Fat fingers took hold of her hair and Nuk’Grak’s fetish got the better of him. He turned her completely and shoved his bulbous head past her lips. The headhunter widened her jaws to accommodate as best she could and the orc growled as the tight fit.

Borka was thrusting in Nisej’Mo’s grip too, the troll still having the wherewithal to stroke his member despite the coming invasion to her throat.

“Ohh… hair...so pretty…” grunted the orc still jamming himself into her face, his fingers tangling into her red locks. Borka lost what little patience he had and took his dick back from her failing hold. He wanted a hole too. He grabbed onto one of the troll’s ankles and pulled her into position, Nisej’Mo dropping to all fours but still swallowing that cock. She wasn’t getting much chance to breathe as the orc finally finished feeding her his length, but felt the rough fingers exploring her now presented pussy.

“Hoo… troll slut is nice and wet already,” Borka told his fellow guard. He rubbed his big thumb up and down her drooling blue slit, spreading her liquid arousal up to her crack. Nuk’Grak just grunted as he give her throat a couple good thrusts to start, spit pouring out over her chin. The orc pulled his cock back just enough that the troll could flare her nostrils and take a precious, dirt smelling breath, but he jammed the turgid thing back into her airway. Then he started to fuck her face in earnest, the wet slopping and gakking sounds echoing in Nisej’Mo’s ears which were pinned back by the trolls big hands.

Though the troll was getting rocked back and forth by Nuk’Grak, Borka was still taking his time behind her. He rubbed the fat fount of his phallus against her mound and enjoyed how the pressure made her seep all over him. And with each thrust of his compatriot at the front the close he got to getting shoved into her. She spread those cheeks, studying the troll’s holes with interest. He licked his lips hungrily, Borka admittedly the kind of troll who loved to eat ass… but right now he wanted to soak his hard cock into some nice troll pussy. She tried it, and was probably going to become addicted for life. “Ohh hoo! She’s tight,” he growled, spearing his way into her clutching velvet hole and watching the little spurts of liquid he pushed out of her.

Nisej’Mo moaned around her jaw aching mouthful of cock, the orc shuddering at the sensation and shoving himself forward. The troll’s nose became blocked by his pelvis and she dug her nails into the dirt. She loved this feeling. These suffocating moments where the men she had riled up just wanted to plug her every orifice. She had hoped that Borka might try to go at her ass straight away, but getting her cunt filled with thick green meat wasn’t a disappointment at all. He started thrusting into her needily, and the movement seemed to remind the friend in her face to do the same. They crammed into her at the same time, compressing her from end to end. Each thrust that filled her throat and stuffed her pussy made one push deeper into the other. She loved the pressure of it, how the hands on her head pressed down, the way getting skewered like this was grinding her bones and muscles together. Of course they weren’t going to be strong enough while fucking her to cause any injuries. Her body was too conditioned. She was trained for this. Maybe even made for this. All women were whores for the Horde after all.

“Red whore!” shouted Nuk’Grak and his pulsating nuts were pressed against Nisej’Mo’s chin. She felt him swell in her mouth and her throat and the hot wet burst was blasted straight down her to her gullet. The surprise made her want to gag, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She wasn’t allowed to do anything about his throbbing, pouring cock, pumping his thick hot cum into her other than take it. Her body was shocked into orgasm and Borka felt her pussy clamp down on him and his knees went weak.

“ZUG! AHHGHH!” he groaned, made to spurt into the troll’s spasming cunt in this chain reaction of climaxes. He could barely even get more than a couple of extra pumps in before he fell to one side, air sucked out of his chest, legs jellied by the amazing milking from Nisej’Mo’s clenching hole. She too slackened, and when Nuk’Grak let go of her head she dropped. His flopped wetly next to his thigh and the orc stood there and took a breath. It took him a moment to notice the bodies on the floor, Borka half conscious, the head of his cock dribbling a pool of cum into the dirt. The troll recovered quickly though, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and climbing to her feet. She was breathing heavily, her eyes read, cheers tearstreaked. She was grinning.

“Dat was good!” she complimented the still standing orc, slapping him on the shoulder. The soldier blinked at her as she combed her long fingers through her tangled red main. His heart began thudding again at the sight and he looked down, seeing the fiery patch of pubic hair and the rivulets of white jizz sliding down her thighs. Nisej’Mo recognized that look put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down, still drooling. She let her hands slip down his chest and found his saliva soaked, stiffening cock. “Do ya want sum’mor?” she offered graciously.