Intermission: Part Three

Urga didn’t remember much of the previous night. She couldn’t associate most of what had happened with specific images or sights within her memory because she didn’t actually see anything. What she could remember was mostly thoughts, sounds, feeling, smells, or tastes, and all of that… felt like a blur after she started drinking. When she was sober, her memories at least were like trying to remember colors. The green of an Orc’s skin was very clearly different than the pale alabaster one might find on a human or an elf. The ale made by Orcs and slaves in the camp was stronger and burned more than the weak meads or wines that the tribe might loot as they moved. When she was drunk… it was kind of like trying to remember every color of the rainbow at the same time. She remembered restraining herself, at least until her master took her back to his tent, and then curiosity overwhelmed the Orcess, and before she could stop herself, she had taken the dominant position atop her owner.

In a drunken haste, Urga had searched by hand for the very thing that had made the other one cry out and squeal like a needy village dockwhore. She mounted him, and when he plunged into depths that men had only nudged against before… she found her core burning at his thrusts more than all of the ale in the world could ever warm her. He surprised her, in the ways that he kept up with endurance and brought her to a wonderful tremble, and then again when he followed her orgasm by filling her up with more of his seed than she thought it possible for him to produce.

She cried out for him, just like the whore had, and when she thought him finished, he ignited her core again with a voice that told her she was still the one serving him… even though she was on top. Her voice grew hoarse, and the night went on for a long while until, finally, he was outlasting her and took her again and again with the stamina that she thought an Orc should have had. Whenever he finally finished again, and she expected him to be done like a proper human, he would surge thickly with life again! He pumped his cum into her and left her feeling stuffed and sore, until finally her body lost its energy and her nerves seemed raw and angry at his unending desire. Her libido fought to try and match his, and while she could last longer before facing her own orgasm like an Orc might with a powerful endurance, she didn’t have as many ‘releases’ in her as he did.

Eventually, he granted her a break, though she wouldn’t have taken it herself. She had already crossed a line by taking him without permission and made her responsibility to see to his pleasure… at least for the night. The only reason she took her break… was because the other whore was there too, and riding him left her with a mighty thirst.

She stumbled out of the tent in a blind search for another drink, and when she found it, she collapsed into the comfort of a nearby bench to ride out the pleasant warmth in her body. Both the new ale filling her belly and the thick, white cum pouring down her slick thighs and dripping from her seat kept the haze in her mind. Her hands felt and rubbed at herself gently while she sat there for hours, nursing her massive mug and grinning all the while. When she eventually came to tremble just at the remnants of her master’s presence, she found herself welcoming the pleasure with a naughty smile. It was shameful and wrought her own anger onto herself to like a human’s touch in such a way, but it was also too addictive to stop.

In the end, after a short nap and before she even let the other whore lead her off so they could wash each other, she fell prey to an idle, drunk, heated thought. She abandoned her own cloth, her smallest shred of decency, in the mud before she went to go scrape dirt and sweat off of herself. Hoping that he might see and be proud of her display, she let herself succumb to fantasies where he let her ride him again. It was clear after the one night that he could establish a feeling of his own dominance within her when they mated, even while sitting below, but at the very least if she was able to take the higher position, then she could show the other members of the tribe that she still took the role of Alpha, even while serving a human. It was a small victory, but if she could take it again she would… and on top of that, he might make her tremble again when that happened.

Bathing took a while. When they found a nearby pond, they had to wait while others, more important members of the tribe, bathed. The human whore let another **** braid parts of her hair, and when the servants finally got their turn to wash, Urga found herself surprised and angry that she had instinctually waited for it. They washed in large groups, full of naked people, where the same types of slaves would often flock together to speak and learn from one another. Cooking slaves would find one corner of the pond, cleaning men and women would find another, pleasure slaves were so plentiful that they would take up one half of the other side of the pond, while the occasional worker who might be in charge of other random tasks and jobs would float through the middle of it. Urga, unknowingly, wound up with the rest of the pleasure slaves.

With the happy sounds she had mistakenly made the previous night, they grilled her about what had happened. They asked about John, and how large he was below, and if he was truly a powerful beast in bed like the rest of the Orcish raiders. At one point, one girl even asked her if he was any good, and before Urga could spit out a harsh comment about them or John to make them leave her alone, the other slaves scolded the girl for her stupidity and not paying attention to Urga’s cries the last night.

Eventually, Urga had to just shove them away from her to try and get some kind of peace. That turned out to be a mistake too. Some of the silly girls thought her to be playing, and before she could finish and leave, they started splashing her and trying to wrestle. At one point, Urga had to dunk one of them just to get them to stop and only let her her up and sent her away **** and sputtering when she had apologized.

When they were finished, the human whore led them both back to camp. Urga procured one of the pots of stew from the cooks, refusing to wait around like a **** this time. She was scolded and reminded that her master would punish her for doing that. She didn’t care and then went back to a fire near their home to dry off. Sure enough, when John woke up, he didn’t punish her.

Though he didn’t grab her by her blue mohawk and have his way with her body either, much to her own dismay, despite her newly blatant nakedness. He just sat beside her and let her hold him while he ate. He ignored her momentary display of... acquiescence with the loincloth and continued on with his day as if she hadn’t even properly pleased him the previous night, as if she had failed somehow! She only realized why she had failed when the whore admitted to going to sleep without finishing him off.

A sudden anger came over Urga at that, like someone had insulted her. She hadn’t wanted to be a ****, she was better than that, she was an Orc! She had been a proven part of the tribe, and while she was a **** now, she wasn’t the type of person to leave her work half finished either. It was her responsibility, and before anyone could have thought to shame or punish her, she jumped at the chance to not only restore her own honor… but perhaps push herself further ahead in her current situation. She offered to fix the mistake… and the whore, until she wouldn’t dare to leave her ‘proven’ master unsatisfied.

Thankfully, he agreed instead of punishing her. She heard the confusion and hesitation in that strange tongue that he spoke, but he agreed anyways, so she moved before he could change his mind.

Excited as she was at the idea, she still didn’t know how to break the girl. She had never done it before. Urga never got the chance to take a **** of her own before she had been made into one, because Dullong had denied her that too. All of her own desires and needs were left to be pent up like he expected her to submit to them… and then to him. Most of the time, she couldn’t even go to another Orc or a pleasure **** for help. The rest of the tribe was all scared of Dullong and going against him, so most of them wouldn’t let her near. They wouldn’t even take her themselves.

The one exception to that was Mub. The disfigured Orc was so stubborn and foolhardy that he didn’t care if Dullong showed up to try and teach him otherwise. The damn warrior relished the chance to fight, even if he was sure to lose every time. Even when Dullong would win and claim everything of Mub’s as his own, Mub would eventually regain more slaves and let Urga pay to use them or try to offer his own expertise towards sating her needs, and then the cycle would repeat. She had never taken Mub up on the offer to mate, mostly because his scars and lack of victories would have shamed her and did disgust her, but he offered nonetheless. Dullong would show up to punish Mub, threatening to take his other eye, and Mub would fight back as if he didn’t care.

Lagash would have known how to break a ****, or any other Orc in the camp really. The men could use their cocks, the women who had them could use their toys, and if those didn’t work, then most wore them down with potions, pleasure, kindness, and safety. They were made to serve, and in their spare time, they were left to live and enjoy their lives and families… if their families were not already parts of the tribe. If someone abused a ****, then most of the time a raider might see it as weakness and take the chance to claim everything that they owned. Dullong was one of the few exceptions to that; no one beat him or claimed what he owned. Lagash had stayed his even after he had tricked her.

Urga didn’t have toys or potions, she didn’t have the power to protect slaves or the heart to be incredibly kind to someone who had insulted her with their own inaction. She certainly didn’t have a cock. What pleasure she could provide was rough and inexperienced because she had never broken a **** before. At the most, she was able to bind the human’s hands with her scraps of clothing, throw the girl down onto the bed and pin her down while she tried to explore her shapely body.

Thick, toned, jade-hued thighs lowered in front of Brenda’s eyes as Urga pinned her chest down to the bed with her green knees. Her large, firm, round ass bounced and wobbled inches in front of the mother’s face while Urga pushed two calloused fingers down to the last knuckle into her slit. Brenda grunted, and the noise made Urga proud… for a moment before the human ‘centered’ her hand with a wiggle of her hips. She showed her where to touch with another woman, giggling at the Orc’s eager inexperience, and then told her how to curl her hand and stroke her inside.

Even with Brenda’s tutelage, and accidental, giggling taunts, Urga didn’t pick it up quickly. Her fingers often jerked into the little pink pussy hard enough to make Brenda’s hips jolt, and she at least made her slit start to drip copiously, but after a few minutes she got angry again and then got rougher too. The brunette tried to calm her, to ease her back into a gentler pace with pecks and kisses across the green rump in her face, but when her lips started to linger and she gave her more lessons, Urga got furious.

With a huff, she dropped the weight of her hips down onto the whore’s face and smothered her with her large, green ass. Brenda, muffled and at her mercy, squealed into her partner’s puffy mound as she locked her in place. The two went still for a few long seconds and waited to see if there were anymore complaints to be had, until Urga was adequately pleased with her silence, and decided to take her own time to explore the ****’s cunt. She had her there, had her chance to break her, why not figure out how? All she had to do was make her groan and tremble like John did.

She got exactly ten seconds to try and do that before she felt Brenda shrug against her, and then a tongue lolled out against her lower lips. They both echoed the same loud, wanton moan for the whole camp to hear, one muffled and the other surprisingly high pitched for a moment before Urga eased back into her ‘seat.’ She pushed back at the pale face lapping at her cunt, and her breath caught in her throat as Brenda slowly began to trace out the various places that she had just told her about.

Whatever the Orcess needed to know about skill, Brenda tried to show her in that moment. She spread Urga’s slit with her own mouth, kissing and sucking idly on each pussy lip and fold like she was easing her open for her first time. Her tongue pressed against her and felt Urga tighten against her, struggling to either bar her entrance or make it difficult for her to penetrate her with such an unorthodox muscle before she pierced it in regardless. Her tongue shoved up in Urga as deep as it would, and the Orc responded throatily. She rolled and flexed her hips in subtle unbidden movements at first while the dextrous tip of her tongue rolled and flicked across parts of her that made her drip and ache. Brenda’s chin nestled gently into the top of her crotch with a minor movement, and her face became thoroughly buried and enveloped between the cheeks of Urga’s rump, but the lack of air didn’t stop her. She pressed forward hungrily and **** her tongue to wriggle inside her son’s lover until she released a warm flood of liquid onto the mother’s face.

Urga fell forward, grasping at the air or anything else she could reach to try and catch herself, and felt her spare hand sink slightly and grip into the thickness of a lone, pale thigh while Brenda’s chin worked back and forth against her clit. Brenda beckoned her back into the suffocating arousal she had felt the previous night and moaned happily into her walls when Urga finally began to pump and thrust back against her face. The fingers in Brenda’s own pussy were simply forgotten. The only thing that Urga bothered to focus on was riding her, almost like she had ridden John.

Green feet began to turn and slip back beneath the young Orcess. The purpose of pinning Brenda’s chest down was simply forgotten, as Urga slipped her toes into the silky locks of Brenda’s smooth jet-black hair and pushed them under her head like a pair of calloused jade pillows. Her little toes curled in Brenda’s matted mane for a moment, relishing the soft feeling of her hair wrapping around them like little silken ropes, before her legs tightened suddenly and her feet locked Brenda in place against her ass, nearly shielding the other woman’s head out of sight. She groaned and growled, grinding and rubbing her wetness across the other woman’s face in a few quick strokes before she suddenly went rigid.

Her back locked up and flexed visibly, her muscles standing out beneath the skin as a gentle trickling noise could be heard pouring from below her. Small, short trails of her juices ran down Brenda’s cheeks, dripping off of her in a steady stream as Urga shuddered and lost her voice. The sensitivity that Urga had felt the previous night came back in droves as her fellow **** brought her to orgasm and then held her there in what seemed like an endless orgasm… for what felt like hours.

She tugged and toyed with her naughty green sex, and a strange, sensitive, little spot at the top of it, until finally Urga’s legs went lax again. She let go of the crushing hold she had on Brenda, and then with a whimper, she nearly begged for the other woman to let go of her clit while she tried her hardest not to sit her full weight on the other woman for support. She stopped herself from begging, barely, by biting down on one of the slick fingers she quickly pulled from inside of the human whore, but unfortunately, staying quiet left her with nothing else to do other than taste the other woman on her fingers while Brenda had her way with her. She was a ****, but now Brenda was the one who made her tremble like one.

Finally, with a loud pop and a final, single gush from the green ****, Brenda pulled away from Urga’s swollen clit and reclined back into the feet beneath her head. Urga pulled forward and nearly collapsed atop the soft, busty form beneath her while she trembled through the last moments of her pleasure as they both caught their breath. Eventually, it felt like a lifetime had passed between them, where Urga leaned heavily over the rest of Brenda’s shapely form, and then the human girl spoke.

“It’s a shame we cleaned up before doing that; it would have been nice to taste that creampie from earlier,” Brenda said, giggling shyly, and after a moment, Urga looked back over a shoulder at her. “...What?” the older woman asked, and again, Urga stared at her.

“Cream… pie?” The Orcess struggled slightly with the words and cocked an eyebrow at her fellow ****. The word sounded familiar, like something that she would hear the elves or humans talk about, but tribe life was much simpler. Their terms were simpler, and there was no need to come up with a name for such a specific act when you could simply say that one person seeded another, they mated, or simply just came.

“Do you not know what a creampie is?” Brenda said, and again, Urga just stared at her. “You have to know. You know that moment when he uh…” there was a slight pause as Brenda chose her words, “‘finishes’ inside of you?” A look of dawning realization gradually fell over the Orcess, and with the hand that she wasn’t licking clean, she gently rubbed a palm over her belly. Her womb didn’t feel so stuffed anymore, but it was still aching slightly, like there might have still been remnants of him warming her from within. “Yeah, that.” There were more than a few things that Urga didn’t know about as it turned out. After a few minutes of talking and listening to Brenda explain some of the various, pornographic acts that she was used to seeing in something called ‘videos’, Urga actually learned quite a bit. Most of it was just being introduced to the ways the people might please one another with their mouths or… other parts of the body. It wasn’t that hard to believe. There were always some rumors of Orcs trying out certain ‘human traditions’ in camp, and after what the older woman had just done to her, she couldn’t find it hard to believe that it was all done for fun and pleasure. “A true shame. Filling a girl up first is how you serve up a proper meal.” Brenda giggled again and leaned forward to kiss her again before Urga suddenly stiffened. She bowed forward, out of reach of the older woman, before she could touch or distract her again, and then quickly rushed to her feet. Her features hardened and locked on to Brenda’s playful gaze as she shook and stumbled back up into a steady stance and then growled harshly at her.

“I am not here to serve you,” she said, and Brenda tried to stutter out another explanation. Serving her was not what she had meant… but Urga didn’t bother trying to listen. She just picked Brenda up again and put her on her feet. She didn’t bother to untie her or give her something else to try and use to cover the lower half of her form back up, she just grabbed Brenda by her head of black hair again and pulled her out of the tent. The fire burning across the courtyard crackled loudly as they stumbled away naked, and after harshly barking out a few loud questions, Urga realized that the person she was looking for actually didn’t stand that far away.

For some reason, Mub was drinking nearby when Urga went to talk to him. He stated that he stayed there to relax for a little while after talking to her master, but that was unimportant to the Orcess. She had business to get to. She needed to borrow some proper potions or tonics, and Mub somehow always managed to stock up on them thanks to his own business and raiding pack.

If she couldn’t break the whore with pleasure, she’d try it another way. John would understand when he got back and pay the price that Mub demanded of him. Any master would understand.