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The grass of the foothills crunches under Esmeera’s feet as she along with Cait and Etheryn continue to traverse the lands east of Hawkenthorne. Their exploration is interrupted by the sound of a horn blasting from over the rocky rises, echoing painfully through the pass around them. Esmeera grabs her quarterstaff, looking warily around for the source... and quickly find it. Or rather, it finds her. Several tall, armed figures step to the top of the rocks: five in total, spread out in a semi-circle that leaves Esmeera and the party little room to maneuver. In the glowing sunlight above, you're instantly able to identify them: green skin, hard muscles left bare with a minimum of armor, and crude but hefty weapons made of battle-worn bronze. Orcs.
All female, too, Esmeera notes, with big breasts held back by revealing straps of leather or mail and toned muscles sculpted by years of hard battle and harder living. They grin down at her and her companions around short tusks, showing off pointed teeth and dark lips dusted with black char.
The middle of the five she-orcs steps forward, planting a giant two-handed hammer head-first on the stone in front of her. She's a huge specimen of her kind, towering well over seven and a half feet high, with a hawk of shaggy black hair spilling down into a braid down her back. Her arms and belly are bared by her tight hide jerkin, showing off rippling muscles adorned with tattoos of swirling black, and a horned wolf on her left shoulder. Some kind of clan marking, maybe?
"Aha, another band of merry adventurers wandering into our new territory," the amazonian greenskin laughs, leaning on the haft of her great hammer. "I am Arona, war-captain of the Kervus tribe. And today, you're our latest catch! Why don't you tell them what Kervus huntresses do to our prey, girls?"
One of the armored amazons beside her steps forward, cracking her leather-wrapped knuckles. "Beat 'em down until they can't stand no more."
"Then ride their faces till they're drowning in pussy juice," another adds eagerly, one hand on the dagger at her belt and the other tracing over the dented metal loincloth barely concealing her sex. "While you fuck 'em senseless, chief. Of course we can't forget the best part."
Arona throws her head back with a laugh and grabs a handful of the bikini-mailed slut's ass. The slightly-smaller warrior grins around her short tusks and grinds her firm behind back into the war-chief's firm grip. While she does, Esmeera’s eyes are drawn to a growing bulge in the orcish leader's short hide pants. Like Kasyrra, it seems she's not entirely female...
"And then we take everything they've got for good measure," a third concludes, resting her axe on her shoulder and giving a haughty chuckle. "Seed and coin, we'll have it all!"
"Damn right," Arona smirks, releasing her subordinate's butt and folding her hands back onto the haft of her titanic hammer. "This is the part where most raiders would tell you to drop your weapons and toss your coin over... but I like to get warmed up before I fuck, so go ahead and try to defend yourselves. Pounding you down with this hammer's the best way to get the blood up before I pound your ass full."
She wouldn't take a surrender even if they wanted to? Well then, no choice but to fight!
Arona takes a running jump down from the rise, landing with a heavy thud of bronze and leathers. She licks her prominent tusks and advances towards them, bringing her great hammer to bear while the other warriors fall in behind their captain, slowly encircling the party in the pass. Swallowing nervously Esmeera readies her quarterstaff, while Etheryn and Cait ready themselves for to fight beside her.
...It goes poorly and soon enough Esmeera is stumbling forward struggling to stand, beath heaving as she winces from the damage inflicted by the orcish warband. A pair of them grab her, kicking her weapons aside and shoving Esmeera to her knees. Arona stomps forward a moment later, rolling her neck and cracking her knuckles. Glistening sweat clings to her rippling muscles, giving her the look of a shining war goddess as she approaches and grabs the wyld elf’s chin, forcing her to look up at her betusked grin.
"That was a good fight! I'm almost impressed," she chuckles. "And I'm definitely hard after it."
The orc warrior's words draw Esmeera’s attention to the stiff bulge in her breeches. Her tongue runs across one of her tusks as the amazon looks Esmeera and her companions over...
The rest of her gang stalks up behind her, grinning wickedly down at Esmeera — and eyeing her companions lustily. From where she's standing now, Emseera’s face is left on level with the hefty bulge straining Arona’s pants.
"Told you how this was going to go down," the orc smirks, licking one of her short tusks. "Mmm, got me nice and worked up there — you almost put up a good fight!"
Her posse laughs like hyenas behind her. Arona grabs her crotch, thrusting it out at the elf. "And there's nothing better after a good fight than a good hard fuck. Hope you like it rough, slut."
With a flick of her fingers, Arona pulls the string holding her fly together and lets a solid foot of thick, green meat spill free. The dark crown nearly brushes Esmeera’s lips, so close she can see every throbbing vein along her shaft. Her desires are clear, and in her current state, there's little Esmeera can do to fight back when Arona starts pulling her head forward. Weakly, Esmeera’s jaw opens around the flared glans of Arona’s crown and allows herself to be pulled down on the long orcish cock. The sudden assault of her musky, earthy taste makes Esmeera recoil, but Arona's firm hand on the back of her head brooks no retreat. She pulls her down until Esmeera’s succulent, brown lips are pressed against her crotch and the elf’s throat is bulging around the throbbing pillar of cock stretching it out.
"That's a good look for you," Arona growls, rocking her hips against Esmeera’s face. She holds her down against her a long moment — long enough to make Esmeera start to choke — before pushing her back and down again. Arona begins using Esmeera like her own personal cocksleeve! While she does, her subordinates start past Esmeera, filing towards Cait with lusty smiles. Before long, the sounds of tearing clothes and moans of sensual pleasure fill Esmeera’s ears, but her vision is completely obscured by curly black hair and rough orcish flesh. Arona's fingers dig tight into Esmeera’s scalp, forcing her to suck deeper even as Arona's castigating her martial prowess and sexual skill with every thrust of her hips.
Esmeera tunes her out as best she can, focusing on the cock she's being made to suck. There's no doubt Arona won't be satisfied with just using her mouth, so she'd better make sure she's nice and lubed up before she's done with her. And so Esmeera sucks, swirling her tongue around Arona’s thick glans and along the length of her shaft — when it isn't rammed so far down her throat Esmeera’s seeing stars.
When Arona finally pulls Esmeera off for air, herr mouth is left bridged to her cockhead by glistening ropes of spittle. Her prick drooling with salty streaks of pre, shining in the sunlight — right up until Arona bucks her hips and slaps Esmeera’s cheek with the flank of it.
"Trying to get outta this by making me cum like some elfin quickshot, is that it?” Arona chuckles. “Or are you just a hungry little cocksucker with an orc fetish?" she laughs, taking Esmeera’s head and pushing down. The elf’s strength gives after a mere moment's resistance, and she soon finds herself face-down on one of the large rocks that dot the foothills with her ass in the air. Arona leans down to whisper in her ear.
"Let's hope your pussy is half as talented as your tongue!"
Arona then steps around her, and Esmeera feels strong hands pulling at her armoured robes, tearing them away to lay her ass bare. Rough fingers grab her butt, squeezing hard and pulling Esmeera’s ass up as high as it can go. A little whine escapes her throat, a mix of pain, embarrassment and dreaded anticipation at Arona's careless manhandling. Esmeera’s eyes go wide as two fingers are thrust into her bronze pussy without warning, going three knuckles deep before she can blink. She cries out, pussy clenching hard around them, her legs kicking uselessly.
Arona just laughs and spreads them apart, prying Esmeera’s pussy-lips open. "Mmm, that's the smell I love — a bitch ready to be bred! Just lie down and take your helping of my seed, slut; maybe I'll take pity and sweep you into my harem when you're nice and heavy with orc-spawn."
Arona's fingers withdraw, leaving Esmeera with a sudden, cold emptiness in her loins. One that's soon replaced by a firm pressure as she aligns her cockhead with Esmeera’s now sloppy-wet hole. A hand locks around her shoulder, and another on Esmeera’s hip, holding her perfectly steady for the inevitable. The orc rolls her hips forward slowly, easing the rounded crown of her prick into Esmeera’s open, waiting pussy. Once Arona's made her take the tip, though, there's nothing to stop her from thrusting in the rest in one long, hard motion. Esmeera mouth locks open, a scream echoing across the hills. Arona joins her a moment later with a triumphant, dominant roar, hilting herself in Esmeera’s narrow vagina. Her hips hammering her bottom, making Esmeera’s body rock forward with the impact, Arona’s hold keeping her from tumbling entirely.
Locked in place Esmeera is forced to take every inch, pumped full of Arona's throbbing cock again and again and again. She takes the elf hard and rough, slapping her hips against Esmeera’s ass with the same crushing force that she swings her hammer in battle, pounding Esmeera into the dirt with every thrust. Before long what little willpower Esmeera could muster breaks, and she finds herself moaning and crying out non-stop.
Suddenly a orgasm helplessly crashes through her. Esmeera’s vice-like pussy clenching wildly around Arona's prick, trying at once to push back against it and draw it deeper inside. Arona just laughs and smacks her butt, the shock adding that much more stimulation to Esmeera’s tensing muscles.
"That's right! Cum for me, girl," she growls, grabbing Esmeera’s shoulder and pulling her up on her knees, against Arona’s heaving chest. Her hand grabs the elf’s large breasts, roughly squeezing her tits as her hips hammer at your backside.
A particularly savage grunt in her ear tells Esmeera that Arona's close. The orc’s breath comes hot and heavy in her ear, rising to a fever pitch until she hilts herself hard in Esmeera’s pussy. A warm, wet heat erupts inside her, squirting across Esmeera’s inner walls. Arona floods Esmeera’s womb with her seed, pumping it deep into her. An involuntary shudder works through Esmeera, responding to the hot fullness settling in her womb and the orc's hot breath and groping hands all over her.
Before Esmeera can catch her breath, Arona shoves her down and withdraws, wiping her cockhead clean on the elf’s ass. Sticky wetness clings to her cheeks and lips as Arona pulls back, resting on her knees. "That's what I like to see: a well-fucked slut leaking my cum out her pussy."
She laughs and slaps Esmeera’s ass again, causing an ejection of spunk to squirt down her thighs. She moans weakly, flopping onto her stomach without Arona's hands to support her.
"Ha. See you next time, Chrysanthemum. Keep that butt nice and ready for me," Arona laughs, stuffing herself back into her pants and grabbing her hammer off the ground. "C'mon, girls! Finish up already!"
Esmeera hear grunts of pleasure and annoyance both from around her, and soon the rest of Arona’s amazons come back into view, looking breathless and flushed. Esmeera hears Cait moan wearily in their wake, clearly well-used. The orcs fall in behind their leader, catcalling and groping at you as they pass. Arona just gives Esmeera a wink over her shoulder, calling back a promise to make sure Esmeera get her helping of orc-spunk the next time she wanders into Arona’s territory.