You relish in your victory

Much could be said of the orc way of life. You've spent most of your life learning of the negative traits. What was never said, and what you and the Queen are quickly discovering, is their willingness to find reasons to celebrate. No sooner had their leader agreed to terms and recognized the authority and succession of the Queen,, had the warrriors who had seemed poised to kill at a moments notice were now greeting you both with fierce hugs and smiles. Camp tents were built, along with fires to cook a recent hunt. You recognize that these events were likely to happen anyway as necessities of living, but they were choosing to include you in it, and doing so with eagerness, and even with song.

"I do not believe that I caught your name before, Gray man" The pack leader says from nowhere, making you jump slightly as she approaches you from behind while surveying her pack.

You turn toward her and put your hand out in customary greeting as you provide your name "Michael Mastbreaker". Unfamiliar with the custom, the orc stares at your hand for a few moments before it dawns on her. She grabs it hard, letting out a small grunt of contentment.

"Chiorgax, leader of the Darkfoot War Pack" She returns as she leaves your grasp,

"You lead an interesting group. It's curious that you don't claim a proper clan".

She crosses her arms across her chest, making you uneay at first, fearing you may have offended.

"We don't have one, and none of the neighboring clans wish to claim us. In their eyes, we have given up too many of the traditions to be worthy."

Such complicated politics was surprising to you, and intriguing. "Such as?"

"We do not lay claim to pieces of barren land and risk everything for them. Everything you can see" Freeing one arm and making a wide arc, from east to west "all of this land was once free for us to roam and use as we liked. Before the Eternal Emperor. We will live as our ancestors did, unimpeded and defiant against any who stand in our way."

"That must be very difficult, for all of you, leading a nomadic lifestyle, constantly evading the Empire while trying to survive". You know better than most that 'the orcish problem' has been the chief priority for the Empire since it's founding centuries ago.

Chiorgax laughs at your words, causing you to reflexivly scowl,

"The Imperial hordes are predictable, and clumsy. Your collective fear of displeasing your masters has also made you slow to react. So long as we avoid the Empire directly, you've been too timid to seek us out."

Unsure of how to respond otherwise, you let out a simplistic "I see",

"Of course" the pack leader continues" that's all going to change now with the two of you. Nothing will be as it was." She looks casually to the Queen, suddenly being roped into some form of dance.

"You must care for her a great deal",

"She is a remarkable young woman" You reply with a smile "endured more trauma than most. I am duty bound to protect and serve my Queen. My true Queen. Truth be told, I know very little of her personally."

"Than you are risking everything, including your life, for a stranger?" Chiorgax asks pointedly,

your brow rises in surprise and realization "Yes, if you put it like that, I suppose I am."

"Than you have more courage than nearly any Orc." She said as she lightly pats your armored shoulder. She stares you quietly for a while. A slight smile crossing her face.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Follow me" She said as her arms droop, her hand brushing along yours as she passes "We should speak more in private".

You're lead towards a tent, small and indistinct from the others, except that it's further in proximity from the rest of the pack. As you make it halfway through the flaps, you find yourself pulled in the rest of the way by her. Relying on instinct, you start to reach for your weapon, but quickly stop as you find her small tusks against your face and her tongue shoving its way into your mouth. You're confused, but receptive, You haven't had a touch of intimacy wince well be fore the tournament began, and your baser desirese wouldn't notice or care of the difference between human and orc. Reason and virtue have their voice as well, tand take their turn to speak as you gently push her back.

"What's going on?"

Chiorgax chuckles slightly "you humans call it foreplay. I assumed you would know."

"Not that" you reply somewhat angrily "I mean, why are you doing this".

"Because I ran out of reasons not to. You're handsome, for being a human. I'm horny, and neither of us are spoken for" She fumbles around your neck, looking for straps to loosen your armor.

"I hope you don't find me so repulsive you can't perform" she continued coyly "I'm the prettiest face you're going to see for a while. Other than the queen, that is, and she's off the menu".

Your breastplate falls unceremoniously towards the floor, revealing a dirty, sweaty undershirt.

"There, isn't that better?" She asked seductively, as she brushed her hands across your chest, before she reached back to remove her own meager top. Her tits were huge, but they had been held back by the tight fitting top that disguised their true size. They were droopy, but that couldn't be avoided with theri size, and the erect nipples were tantalizing. She steps closer, rubbing her endowed breasts against your body. You hear arousing words whispered into your ear.

"You defeated me in contest. Come claim your conquest, savor your victory".

You didn't think in those terms, but you could scarcely deny the appeal. You grab for her body, and in your passionate embrace, make your way to the hard ground as you make out with one another. Chiorgax continously runs her strong fingers through your brown hair, as your hands tug and kneed on her large tits. Your mouth heads in that direction as well, stopping to lick and bite her neck as you move. The orc is immediately receptive, giving short, gasping breaths as you flick her nipples with your tongue. Your cock, hard as the stone floor, tiches and begs for freedom and attention. Freeing it from its armored and clothed prison, you straddle your partner. Chiorgax smiles knowingly as she lifts her head, making it easier for you to shove your cock down her moist mouth. The lush sensation of pleasure is incredible, and you can't hold back.

You grab the knot of her hair and move her skull back and forth, until her nostrils press into your skin, the head of your cock pushing all the way into the back of her throat, causing a rhythmic gulping noise. A loud gasping noice announces your withdrawl, as well as the release of her hair. Pulling away, you find something even more tantalizing. You let your slobber dick fall between her tits, and surround it with them by pushing them together as you resume your sawlike motion. Chiorgax smiles at you as she catches on.

"You men are all the same. Always wanting to jerk your cock off with a pair of fat tits."

"I'm sure you understand why that is, better than most women" You reply undeterred and shameless. "Have you ever done this?"

"I've been on both sides a number of times; more than you want to know. I certainly understand the desire and the sensation." She moves her hands to replace yours, moving her tits opposite of the motion of your cock. Having been deprived for so long, it's too much to handle. You give a large shove forward as your cock erupts in orgasm. The first spirt of cum lands squarely across her eyes in surprise. Chiorgax opens her mouth and sticks her tongue eagerly in response, capturing the remaining man jizz you have to contribute.

As you catch yourself, you slowly pack yourself back up, and come to your senses. Chiorgax remains stationary, smiling.

"That was well done, for being so short".

"Ya, sorry about that." You respond "Out of practice".

"Quite alright, my handsome and daring knight. When you're ready to fix that, let me know." She slowly sits up and wipes the cum off her face "I was hoping you'd pound my ass. That way, we would both get to cum." She shrugs and givs you a gentle wink "have to wait until next time I guess. At any rate, we both have places we need to be."

Exiting the tent without notice or suspicion, you feel wracked with guilt as you look at the Queen, enjoying the festivities of food and dance after she looks into your eyes. You feel as though the cum were on your own face, and that she knew exactly what you did, even though she did nothing to show she suspected anything.

The orc woman said "next time". You don't know if you can actually handle that.