The Night Sky

The world feels heavy for her as her eyes open. The sky is dark, and stars are full. Kolgrug sits outside his armor for the first time. His axe in his lap as applies a small amount of some type of clear fluid to it. he rubs it on with a small piece of cloth. He turns to her, noticing her awakening, before returning to his work. "Sleep, now. I will mount you again in the morning. Then I will begin tracking your raiders." She looks at his back, sweat still causing it to glisten in the flickers of the fire. It is smooth and pale green, covered in hideous, deep red scars. "How did you get those scars, Master"

His eyes frantically look onto her before he tersely replies, "From my fellow tribesmen, mostly. Strength is something hardened in combat." He turns the axe in his hands to work the other side. "I have killed many men, I've done many things. Some I take no pride in." He rolls the axe in his hands eyeing it closely. When he finishes he places it next to his bedroll. She looks on at him, gazing at the aging orc's body. One scar on his stomach is so deep it appears to have malformed one of his muscles. His body is large and dense. His stomach hangs with a pouch of fat, while his upper body is a suit of muscle. She gazes down to his loins, where his large black sack bobs with each step, the corkscrew shaped-cock that filled her still sore body with seed receded into a thick black sheath.

"I haven't seen an orc's body before." she says to him absentmindedly. He looks back at her with firm eyes as he walks over to where she lay. Lenore tries to pull herself up onto her elbows, but her body is still exhausted from her first mating. Just as she's about to do it he lifts his two-toed foot and presses it down onto her chest; pinning her to the ground. "I am your master now." He grabs his sack, squeezing it in his hands. "Whatever comments you have, I do not care to hear. You still have a twisted view of what this relationship is." She looks on as he releases himself and you see him move his hand up to the thick black sheath. With a quick tug his purplish-red organ comes free, and a moment later it is pointed at her. "This is what you are now, girl." With that a thick-stream of reddish fluid cascades from him. It covers her face as she struggles to breath. "Accept my filth, ****." She struggles to open her mouth but the smell is overwhelming, and she has to fight to keep herself from vomiting. Seeing her struggle he holds back the tide and straddles her body instead. "Please, master." is all she can get out before he harshly twists her nipple. She screams out in pain and he takes the opportunity grabbing her head and forcing her to take him into her mouth. "If you spill, I will rip open your filth hole." A stream of piss fills her mouth quickly, out of fear she hurries to swallow it down but her gag-reflex makes it almost impossible to keep up with the flow. The ground beneath her is still wet and the feeling of the mud sticking to her hair does nothing to help the experience. Just as it's about to spill from her she manages one last swallow, and his flow begins to taper. She holds open her mouth, hoping her mouth will be able to hold all of what is left without spilling. She closes her eyes and lets the fluid slowly fill her mouth, it reaches the brim before she lets her tongue slide back into her mouth giving him just enough room for the last of his liquid waste. She sits in fear, unable to swallow. Her mouth full of vile fluid.

"Well taken, ****. Such service deserves reward. After all I am fair." Kolgrug strokes himself to full erection before standing again. "Swallow, and tell me what you desire me to do with this." She struggles to comply, but can only manage a half swallow, clearing some of her mouth but not all of it. Annoyed at her failure, he growls out "Perhaps I was too soon, you still have some resistance level in you after all." He pauses as he grabs both of her ankles. Pulling her away from the muddy area before pressing her feet as far towards the ground as he can get them. She holds her mouth closed and he keeps his eyes on her before eventually running his hands down her legs, crouching down in front of her. He pries open her lower lips to see she has absorbed almost all of his seed.

He gazes as she pins her lips closed, tears welling in her eyes. She moves her hands to cover her mouth, as she tries to swallow it to no avail. He looks at her white milky flesh, with beautiful blonde hair in the pits of her arms, it was the same hair that covered her lower body. It was ghostly hair, so thin as he ran his hand across, it created a pleasant texture on his calaised hands. He prods at her fully exposed breeding hole, before running his tongue across her filth hole. The shock forces her to break her hand lock as a gurgling noise escapes her throat.