Erlea moaned as she swam in the afterglow of giving birth again. The heated pleasure ebbed against her senses as she rolled from one side to the other, sliding her body around the drying cum that cling toe very millimeter of her skin.
She felt empty. Just a cunt to fuck with no mind left to keep her going. Just a cunt.
But there was no cock for her.
Slowly, she lifted her head from the furs and looked over her shoulder. Her bound wings continued to buzz with her bondage but there was no orc at the door, no cock about to plunge into her. Only a gaping opening revealing a dark sky.
Erlea considered closing her eyes and wish she could masturbate. It wasn't the same thing but it would pass the time. An orc would come to rape her soon enough. She spread her legs further apart at the thought, spreading her lower lips to entice the next shaft.
The ground shook as an orc approached.
She smiled as her pussy grew wetter. She flexed her bound arms, testing just to confirm that were still pinned behind her.
He came in and stopped.
Erlea hiked up her buttocks, spreading as far as possible. “Please?” she whispered in her broken voice.
But no cock came.
She tried again, speaking louder.
The orc stepped forward. Instead of dropping to his knees to rape her, he bent over her and scooped one arm underneath her cum-soaked belly. Powerful hands wrapped around her hair as the other cupped her side. “Come on, stand up,” Gral said in his low voice that shook her through his limbs.
Confused, it took her a moment to remember how to walk. Her shoulders ached with her arms bound behind her. She stared into his face, trying to see what had changed in the yellowed-eyed creature.
“You need a break.” He walked her toward the entrance.
She didn't have the strength to resist as he drew her out of the hut and toward a nearby fire. The night sky was brilliant above her, a splattering of stars that looked like cum sprayed across her body.
The rest of the camp was quiet, no patrols or anyone walking around. However, she saw clusters of orcs standing on the far edges. They were almost in a grid-like pattern with knots of one, two, and four standing with weapons drawn.
“Your two friends are still trying to rescue you,” he growled. “They've tried a few times but its been a few days, so I expect another soon enough.”
“Oh,” she frowned as she tried to get a gasp on how long she had been raped. Then she wondered what he meant about two. Did Miere survive? Did Billie save her?
He released her at the first and then sat down on a massive log.
Erlea found herself standing by herself. She looked out, there was nothing to stop her except for the maddening desire of her pinned wings and the empty feeling in her womb. “Aren't you going to rape me?”
He looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. “You want to be raped?”
Her pussy grew wetter and she squirmed.
“Is it really rape if you want it?”
“I… I don't really know anymore,” she finally answered. She wanted his cock, to feel it driving deep into her pussy. She had to concentrate not to imagine it. With a whimper, she looked around. She felt vulnerable with her arms bounds and her tits thrust up for his view.
Gral reached down and pulled out a large bottle. He hefted it and then looked at her. “Fancy something else in your belly?”
Her stomach rumbled. She had not had any honey since she was captured. The only thing shoved into her mouth was cock and her belly only had cum. Her stomach rumbled with the memories.
Another twinge of desire as she remembered the helplessness of being pinned between two orc cocks. She squirmed and looked around.
“It isn't honey, no hives around here. I know most of you like a liquid meal, but this was the best I have.”
“What is it?”
“Mead. It's got enough to survive on but at least you don't have to suck a dick to get it.”
With a blush burning her cheeks, she cringed. Why was she wanting to get fucked again? Why did she hunger for it. “I might like that,” she said hesitantly. Her eyes dropped to his cock which twitched underneath his loin cloth.
“How about you try this first? You're still in lust.”
She started to reach out for the offered bottle but had forgotten the leather that bound her. An intense surge of heat sapped her strength and she sank to her knees with a gasp of hunger. Her pussy throbbed as she stared at his cock, her lips parted as she reached for it.
Gral grunted. Then he reached over to plant his hand underneath her buttock. With surprising strength, he picked her up and swung her around, depositing her between his thick legs.
She stared at his growing cock and licked her lips. That was her position now, to suck on it.
He brushed it aside before holding the bottle of mead low between them. Gnarled fingers snapped the top off and a heady smell wafted past her.
Erlea's wings buzzed against her arms as she alternated between the bottle and the cock.
“I've never… done this. Here, try this.” He reached down to cup her chin.
She shivered at the touch.
Tilting her head back, he brought the bottle to her lips.
She parted them obediently, her pussy clenching with need.
At the first taste of the icy mead, she gasped and choked.
He pulled away the bottle. His cock was already at half-mast, swelling and growing as he stared down at her. “Try again?”
She whimpered and nodded. When he brought the bottle to her lips, she held her breath and wrapped her lips around the opening. It burned as it slid down her throat, something difference than she had ever had before, but it felt good as it pooled in her stomach; it tasted like fire.
Gral's cock thumped against his arm. He was obviously getting excited looking at her.
He cleared his throat when he pulled the bottle away. “Better?”
She burped and then smiled. “Thank you.”
One eye raised and then he grinned. “Sorry I didn't do this earlier. It's hard to take care of things when I'm on the random encounter chart. Fortunately, I'm uncommon and just got bumped by the rare frog down by the river.”
She licked her lips, squirming at the heat that swamped her. With his powerful thighs on either side of her body and his form looming over her, every part of her body screamed that she was about to be bred. It was intoxicating and she wanted it. She hated herself for wanting it almost as much.
Erlea lowered her gaze to his cock. The swollen length was at full mast, hard and towering over her. She could see pre-cum dribbling down its length, tracing out the veins and ridges down to his large balls.
He lifted the bottle again. “More?”
She licked her lips and opened her mouth.
His cock twitched.
He held her chin and the bottle still as he fed it to her, pouring the burning liquid down her throat until it filled her. The warmth that radiated from her gut was nothing like the searing need between her legs, but the two mixed into a volcano of desire.
Erlea looked down at his cock again. She reached out for her.
“Oh, not now. Stupid thing. Every time I see you like this, all I want to do is fuck your face and make you choke on it.”
She glanced up. “I… I may not mind that,” she said. To her surprise, she didn't. She wanted it, that was her purpose.
“Yes, but I do.” He set down the bottle before reaching down. His wide hands easily caught her hips. The force of his grip ground her joints together before he picked her up off the ground.
Unable to even spread her wings, she came as she prepared herself to be penetrated violently. Her body sang with the desire, the hunger.
He brought her naked body to his bare chest and then slid her down. One hand released her long enough to lever his cock away from her and her pussy dropped on the hard ridge.
Stunned, she couldn't help as her legs slid down either side of him until she was straddling his hips but not on his cock.
“There,” he said with a smile. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
There was no way she wasn't going to think about his cock when the throbbing length of steel-like hardness crushed her labia. “Why are you doing this?”
Gral shrugged and picked up the bottle. He took a swig of mead before holding it for her.
This time, it was easier for her to open her mouth and accept it. She felt controlled by him and her pussy dribbled down on his shaft as she gulped from the bottle.
“You're almost done here.”
Done? He wasn't going to breed her forever? Isn't that what monsters do?
His yellow eyes flickered as he stared at her. Then he shook his head with a rue smile. “You've recovered the encounter list and this tribe. We are one shy of a full three hundred orcs, so one more and you'll be on your way.”
She stared at shock, her wings fluttering against her arm. “You'll let me leave?”
He nodded twice. His cock twitched.
“I… I thought I was stuck here.”
Gral scoffed. “Stuck here? Why would you be stuck here?”
“T-That's what the shucks were going to do.”
At the name of the wolf-like creatures, he tensed. She could feel powerful muscles clenching underneath her. It brought another surge of lust and she was reminded that no cock impaled her pussy. “Is that what they came for? They never stopped in this zone, only marched through it.”
Cringing, she nodded. A tear ran down her cheek.
To her surprise, he reached up and stroked it away with his thumb. “Tell me what happened?”
She tensed herself and looked at him.
“I want to know. What did they do?”
For a moment, she considered not answering. It was easier when all she wanted his cock. Her hips rocked and she dragged her pussy up and down the shaft but she couldn't move enough to capture the end. After a few tries, she sighed and then began to speak.
“I had just been born….”
It felt like hours before she finished with her attempts to pay off her drawback in the slime. She didn't know why she included it, but it had spilled out in her story.
She finished with sob. “Then I was here.”
He held up the bottle for her and she sucked at it, mouthing the end like a cock before draining the last of it into her belly. The warmth spread across her body, briefly sating her lust.
Gral tossed it aside. “Well, that's not how it should be. Bees like you have always flown up here. Sometimes we win, usually they kill a lot of us. We fuck them, rebuild our lists, and then they…” He shrugged. “Sometimes they stay. Your affinity does that. That hut you were in was for our last breeder, a moth girl. We treated her well as we always do.”
Erlea sniffed. “What happened to her?”
“She wanted to go home.”
“A-And you just let her?”
“Of course. You don't fuck with a system. Orcs kill, breeders rebuild, and you don't mess with that. There is a balance to it, one that I'm not going to risk just to get my dick into some cunt whenever I want.”
Her pussy clenched at the thought. “I-I thought you were going to keep me here forever.”
Gral shook his head. He reached around and grabbed her arm. “Hold on.”
He dug his fingers into the leather bounds and pulled. There was a brief flash of pain and then the thongs snapped.
Erlea's arms fell apart and her wings snapped open. The buzz grew louder, shaking the air and fanning the fire.
Gral dropped his hand away. “There. You can leave now. Just fly away.”
Trembling, she stared at him. The lust subsided with her freedom but warmth still filled her body. Her juices were soaking the thick rod that she sat on and she found herself able to feel more than the hard muscles that flexed underneath her body.
He shrugged. “Or blow me away. You won't miss and I'm not wearing my armor. I've seen what you can do.”
Erlea struggled with her emotions. What was happening? Why was he so willing to let her go? Her wings beat faster with her thoughts, lifting her body away from his. She hesitated and stopped. Her body sank down along his cock, the ridges plucking at her wet opening. She buzzed her wings again, slowly rising above him.
When she felt his cock sliding between her legs, she realized she wasn't quite ready to go. With a smile, she reached down and grabbed the thick shaft. It was slick with both of their fluids, the clear liquid making everything slick underneath her palm.
He took a deep, rumbling breath.
She angled his cock up to nestled it between her legs. It was surreal to willingly let him fuck her, but somehow the anticipation felt more intense than ever before. Her body shaking from her flight, she looked up at him. “One more?”
He grinned, his lower teeth jutting out. “One more.”
She relaxed her wings.
His cock plunged into her pussy. Not by force, not by rape, just by the desire to feel it inside her. The thick head slid deeper into her lubricated channel, caressing all the sensitive places as it reached for her womb.
Erlea let out a long moan as she sank down, taking more of him in a single stroke. The idea that she could beat her wings to pull off hovered in her mind, but she wanted to feel all of him inside her.
When her nether lips wrapped around his base, she shuddered with pleasure. He was so hot and hard inside her. It filled her completely, brimming with pleasure.
His hands remained at his side, one gripping the log and the other clenched in a fist.
She frowned as she wondered what he would do but then her body was already aching for more pleasure. Planting her feet against the log and using her wings, she lifted herself a few centimeters and then dropped herself back on his thick sock. It plunged deeper and she moaned. “I-I've never done this.”
Gral smiled but said nothing.
She did it again, lifting and dropping, fucking herself on the immense cock that swelled inside her. She was going to get pregnant on his seed, there was no chance to avoid it, but she craved to feel him cum inside her, to spray her insides at her pace, not his.
A broad smile crossed her lips as she fucked herself harder. She pumped her hips up and down, enjoying every thrust. With one hand, she pressed against her belly to feel his cock through her skin. It was large and caused her to bulge every time she ground against his base.
Erlea needed more. She reached down for his other hand. When he didn't resist, she brought it up to her breast and spread his fingers. “It's okay to be rough.”
His cock swelled inside her.
She moaned and impaled herself faster and harder.
He dug his palms into her tit before bringing his other hand. The massive palms covered her chest as he easily held her. Squeezing and mauling, she couldn't help but notice he was always pulling her down on his cock in time with her own movements.
Erlea gasped as she lost herself in the pleasure. She arched her body to shove her breasts into his palm even as she drove herself down. An orgasm exploded inside her but she kept going, drawing out more in rapid succession. Soon her pussy was leaking juices around his balls and the soft patter of her excitement on the ground blended with the sound of the hissing fire.
He grunted as he thrust up into her, matching her movements. It wasn't brutal or forceful, almost loving as he smacked against her body. His cock head, so deep in her body, thudded against her cervix.
“Are you going to come inside me?”
His cock swelled with his thoughts. “Do you want me to?”
She nodded, clenching her pussy around his massive length. “Breed me. One more time. Please?”
He didn't force himself faster, he didn't thrust into her. Their movements never changed except to slowly get more forceful, more needy. It wasn't rape and she didn't know what to call it but she loved it.
When he finally came, the searing hot jet of cum that sprayed against her insides brought an intense orgasm ripping through her. Her wings buzzed violently as she threw back her head and screamed out in pleasure.
Cum flooded her insides, filling her completely before it poured out of her pussy.
She moaned and slumped forward, sinking into his hands squeezing her breasts. With a smile, she clenched her muscles tight around the cock to get as much as cum as possible into her fertile womb.
Gral lowered her to his hairy chest.
She smiled and pressed her cheek against it. “I like that.”
His cock pulsed inside her.
Erlea shifted her hips and folded her wings against her back. Her movements caused more cum to pour out of her and she sighed with contentment.
For a long moment, she just enjoyed the afterglow. Knowing that she could just fly away somehow made it more intense, a knowledge that she had a choice. “I wish we could do this again.”
His cock started to stiffen. With a chuckle, Gral pushed himself to his feet with his cock still impaling her cunt.
She clutched as she felt it jostling inside her, swirling around her liquid depths.
“Come on, let's find a comfortable bed. I'm good for a few more rounds before you give birth.”
Clutching to his chest, she prepared herself to a long night of tender fucking.