Reda Wolftaker - The Raider

She had spotted the pair of thick necked orc guardsmen spotting her and smiled at them, tusks bared. When her Whoreband captain made the call she clenched herself around the phallus carved into her saddle. She made Farkan prowl forward with a more deliberately lope, so that his gait made her tits bounce and made her riding dildo hit all the right spots. She had already quietly climaxed a few times on the trek over, but couldn’t wait to get filled by a real, hot blooded cock and feel heated seed splash inside her.

Of course that’s when the headhunter Nisej’Mo literally leapt into the fray. The whore made a display of herself, of her agility and athleticism and Reda had to marvel at the beauty of the troll’s everything. She cupped her hands around her mouth.

“Show off!” she called at her. Nissy didn’t even glance her way, the two male orc now under her thrall.

With a sigh she had Farkan pad over to the wolf pen where one lonely orc had been standing guard. This one didn’t even look to be a soldier. He wore a dusty linen shawl and was chewing on the long stem of a reed. He was bald, but had bushy black beard on his neck, his ears segmented by dozens of nicks. Leaning on the fence he looked up at her casually, tilting his head.

Reda blinked at him, the silence between them growing. She wondered if something was wrong with the unmoving orc.

“Um… would you like to … use me?” she offered, which even to her sounded odd. She rarely ever had to ask to be used. But she had gotten quite worked up on the ride and really wanted some green meat. Dark eyes regarded her a moment. Considered her words.

“Zug zug,” the peon nodded, almost with a shrug, and Reda was even more confused and a little annoyed. She knew she was a desirable specimen of orcish woman. She had strength, and big tits, and thighs that wouldn’t quit. She was a raider for Org’s sake. Pushing herself off the saddle she made to perform a showy flip in a similar way as Nissy, but instead found her legs weak and tumbled off her seat. Landing heavily on the ground by Farkan’s forepaws she grunted, her helmet rolling away, only stopped by the wolfpen. Perhaps the riding cock hadn’t been the best idea. Reda looked up, shaking the daze from her head, and saw the orc staring blankly at her, his reed almost curled in question. She didn’t like the pitying look he had on her and pushed self quickly to her feet.

She managed not to stumble despite her still wobbly knees and clapped her hands together.

“Alright, how do you want it?” she smiled, sticking her chest out. The simply dressed orc rubbed his chin and gave her look up and down. He started to slowly circle her, scrutinizing Reda’s exposed body with an appraising eye. The raider was again confused momentarily, but after realising he was assessing her form she flexed some. She showed off her biceps and thick back muscles, twisting at the waist and making sure her ass stuck out most tantalizing when he was behind her, then turning so her big tits rested most aesthetically when he returned to the front. “So? What do you think?” Reda tried, starting to grow a little impatient but then gasping when the man strode up to her grabbed her boob. She grinned. There we go. He lifted her other breast, like he was testing the weight of it, letting it drop a couple of times. It was a pleasant sensation, just to be touched. Her self teasing had already stiffened her nipples into sensitive nubs.

He explored her with his hands this time, and while she shivered from the pleasure of contact she wanted to feel something deeper. She had an itch he wouldn’t yet scratch. There was a smack as the orc trialed the bounce of her ass and she yelped in spite of herself. There was something about this almost academic study the pen guard was performing on her and it was weirdly turning Reda on. That hand then trailed the smooth skin around her derriere and finally reached her well warmed pussy.

A murmur of surprise came from the remarkably patient male orc, and Reda exhaled a little as his thick fingers rubbed her mound. He patted her inner thighs and she found herself parting them to let him inspect her more thoroughly. It dawned on her then that this inspection of her body was quite similar to the way those in her clan judged the stock of their wolves. She eyed the man who was now studying the grool he had collected from her leaking slit, analyzing the viscosity and how it stretched between his fingers. She swallowed and really wanted him to fuck her now. “Where do you want to fuck me?” she asked, feeling hot in the chest. “My pussy? My ass?”

The man ignored her words and went back to squeezing her tits, weighing each one to see if there was a difference. “I can suck you off… I’m good at that…” she panted. He pinched her nipples and a soft whimper escaped her throat. The noise even made Farkan’s ear twitch. Her weakening knees returned and she had to grab onto the wolfpen for support. She saw the small wolves (compared to Farkan) at the far end of the fence, dozing and curled together, and the nervous handful of chickens pecking restlessly in the middle of the pen. It was an odd distraction but didn’t last long. Now the male orc was behind her and he spread her cheeks. He sniffed at Reda’s sweating mound and crack, smacking his lips as if tasting the musky air. She felt a light spittle hit her exposed parts and trembled in anticipation. “Please… use me… fuck… fuck…” she gasped, growing light headed. There was a rough sound as the orc turned and spat out his reed.

“You’re a bitch in heat, raider,” the man said, and hearing him suddenly be so eloquent (compared to his earlier grunts and lack of speech at all) made Reda gush.

“Yes! I need a cock!” she panted, shaking the flimsy pen in her grip. “I need it!” Her excitement grew as she heard the telltale fwump of leather leggings drop to the ground. She growled, feeling a hot bulbous head finally rubbing against her needy entrance. “Give it to me… give it to me give it to me…” she half commanded, half pleaded.

“You’re pretty good breeding stock, raider,” the man said as he made the plunge. Reda’s ears rang as she felt him part her lips, finally. The sweet squelch as he filled her was all she really heard. Then she was full of him, down to the hilt, and she shuddered at the sensation of completeness. “Nice wide childbearing hips,” the orc told her, putting rough hands onto said hips. He pulled his length from her as far as he could without letting his weighty rod escape her pussy, then thrust it fully back into her and made the girl moan obscenely. “Good sized tits… should feed a few mighty new warriors for the Horde,” he said, shoving in and out of her slowly but surely, so that her hanging mammaries would swing below her.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, blissful. The way he stretched was already sizzling her nerves, the pulsing in her pelvis ready to peak. “Seems a body like yours is wasted out in a whoreband,” the orc grunted, wiping sweat from his brow now. Despite his demeanor, this warrior’s cunt was clutching his orchood so warmly his toes were curling in his boots. He kept telling her about herself though witch each thrust. Each word almost like a winch that cinched her pussy tighter and tighter around him. “You should be. Kept in. A breeding pen,” he groaned. “A line of. Virile. Orc. Stallions. To fill you up. Over. And over… and overrr…hah…”

“Yes..yes...yes… fucking… breed me… fuck! Fuck!”

Reda was into the imagined scenario. Imagined herself chained to a pole like some rabid wolf as one after another she was mounted and claimed and implanted. As she pictured her belly swelling she felt the cock swell inside her and the searing jets of cum exploded all over the walls of her already convulsing cunt. “FOR THE HORDE!” she howled. The chickens scattered.