"Mala," the women dressed in animal skins peered inside the tent, "is the orc ready?"
With a quick exchange I parted with the painter
I was lead through several tents and finally got to where I needed to be, a square with sand as the flooring and opposite me stood a certain tall blonde.
Her eyes piercing me all the while mine took in her movements, she seemed lacking in aggression, but it wasn't long before a drum was played and a person raised up by others shouted.
"Ready! Begin!"
On these simple words being uttered, it was like opening a cage to a frenzied bull.
Countering her first blow as she stuck to my shoulders, fiercely trying to throw me to the ground but being unable, only pressing me back as I hadn't thought a human to have been this strong.
Maybe I should've payed more attention onto her toned body and ripped legs instead of her taut ass and glorious breasts.
"Tilda, send the green-skin to ground!" The audience drunk as they were no less leered the fight with indecent eyes.
Returning the favor I gripping her sides, the two of us locked in place as neither moved at all before a determined push sent her back, on seeing Tilda stagger a clear opening laid out, I took a wide step forwards throwing her to the ground where she put up a decent fight.
With however my left leg locking her head I had full control, peering for a moment into the crowd to spot all the onlookers close to a riot, the undefeated now being so close to giving up.
A moment of calm settled as she had not option but to state her defeat.
"It seems, the orc. . . ? The orc wins!?" The hoisted woman was thrown forwards, landing in the sandpit only to grab my hand to raise it up in triumph.
Before leaving, Tilda came to me and rubbed my shoulder with her sanded hand, not meant as an act of showing herself as upset, rather that she accepted defeat.
Handing me a necklace which she placed over my head, a wooden totem being the main feature.
I rolled the figure in my hand and let a slight grin show, I thanked her for a fair fight but was hastily taken to the courtyard.
* * *
With strength proven I found myself at a central table, though I was still awaiting to speak with the leader, as such I kind of tuned out and enjoyed the potent drink on offer.
Odd, to think humans could be this friendly and to boot, somewhat nice to have as company; but this doesn't change my opinion on their race.
Humans back from where I came aren't going to be viewed in kind cause of these brutes, thinking about how much more evil and crude they can be, it makes my blood boil with hatred.
I can't wait til I'm back south, at their gates with an army in toe ready to plunder and decimate; revenge will be sweet. Much sweeter than this ale, that's for sure.
I let out a soft sigh and put the tankard to my lips, heartily drinking.
"You're not as bad of an orc, as I thought all to be?" A lesser female said, peering at me from the side. "How so." I asked calmly.
"You're all about killing, kind of like us. But that's more of a male thing, we can think about other things than wanting to see blood." The women laughed and nodded as if all fully agreeing.
"Speaking about men, how come you're only females here, where's all the men?"
"Males up here are clouded, I said they're all about killing! Virility is all that matters and they've got a lot of that-" Shrugging as another woman shouted. "You tell her sister!"
Like a priest she leaned in making ready to preach, as the others widened their eyes, listening with perked ears.
"See, it's pretty simple, our men are crazed to the core!! Sex is all that's on the mind. They're not really all that different from us, but they don't function outside doing war with other men and their thoughts are more or less centred on the next fuck, or you know! Who's on their kill list, so- Us ladies," She laughed loudly as if calling the women here ladies was the funniest thing.
"We're keeping castles garrisoned whilst the men have their dick swinging competitions out in the wild, those who return, let's say they get to do more than a little swinging!"
The table erupted in laughter as did the tables nearest ours.
"Men of the marches, huh." Seem like a violently delightful bunch of humans.
Far more interesting than the deceitful bunch down south.
I sipped some more before looking forwards, a set of feet were pushing boundaries.
"So... About men, you're a bit of both, ay, Orc!" The girl sat opposite me had her soles on either of my orbs, slowly attempting to roll them within her loose grasp.
"Do that some more and I'll have them churning against your clit whilst you're begging me to stop."
"Ah-" She let out heated breathe and instantly went a bit rougher with my tightening sack, the erection wasn't really a semi, no less it'd grown by an inch.
It turns out barbaric females are more than keen on making friends with an orc beyond the mountains. "Oh shi-" The woman with her soles clasping my nuts worriedly leaned against her friend ignoring me completely, I noted where her eyes had been before turning away.
Looking over my shoulder I saw a stout able-bodied female adorned with fine jewelleries as blue paint circled her tits and went over her stomach, in fact her whole body had been painted.
She wasn't naked, but her leather straps with white pristine fur kept little to the imagination as her womanhood was fully visible, revealing a patch of fiery hair reaching up to her waist, but around her vulva all was shaved clean.
She put her succulent ass on the seat next to me, leaning into my side with her's, "Chieftess, Imara... What is your name, traveling orc?"
"I'm something kin to a chieftess too, Qira is my name." Answering with little reluctance as she merely seemed pleased with hearing me talk.
"You wished for an audience with me, but here we share most things and console each others opinions, why leave decisions to be made in the dark."
I didn't much care and put the tankard down. "I wish for safe travel in the morning."
"That won't be an issue, your party may pass without trouble." She let her hand run down my leg as her soft laughter spread. "Is there, something else?"
"Goblins." I said and leaned into her. "Has your tribe spotted any goblins?"
"Ah... Well you see-"
Our talks about goblins lead me to be given a description of a certain cave not far from here, they'd supposedly passed by and stolen from the garrison, but nothing more than food so she was very happy to give me directions if it meant I'd get revenge on the little thieves.
A moment passed and our drinks were refilled, abruptly her smile widened as she got up, balancing on the table with one leg, carrying her drink in hand she let out a roar.
"A TOAST!! TO OUR NEW FRIEND..."
Her people excitedly threw out their drinks when raising their large tankards.
"A toast!!"
Imara was clearly tipsy and needed my help just to sit upright, someone so motherly and inviting could be this clingy when drunk.
This boastful woman purred heatedly and gripped my arm, letting out a drunken "hic," before compressing her lips against my own, a sensuous moment as those around the tabled soared with joy. "Get some, Chieftess!"
Her hands in the meantime went a carnal route and stuck around my shaft that twitched on the brutal clutch, churning the foreskin back by stretching her hand along the now expanding dick, my tainted scent being alluring as ever, calling her to move her hands a bit further down.
"A tribal queen could use some renewed blood-" Her words filled with lust as she licked her lips, a moistened string of saliva connecting us.
She was drunk and clearly rearing some heat, letting her intentions show she gave me a look filled with lust.
Guessing denying her wouldn't do me any good, she's been rather enticing.
"She could-" I said with a playful tone, gripping her left teat and squeezing down, "perhaps some of her warriors would like to join, why would the queen get all the pleasure when all is shared here."
She let out a forced moan as the tight hold compressed her fatty tissue, quick to accept the proposal her hands recalled, "I'll have only my bravest prepared to be taken by you..."
I stood up and Imara followed suit, caught in my arms as she wobbled by a fair amount, steadying herself shortly. "Where to, where will you have your warriors be bred."
"In, in my chambers, of course..." Her voiced turned low as she pointed up at the main tower, "there." I peered but acted as if I hadn't seen, gripping her teat I asked again. "Where?"
I leaned in and called my hand back as my fingertips pinched her erect bud of a nipple.
"I didn't see." My teasing made her stiffen, worryingly kneading her thighs together. "I'll be yours to torment, Qira... When we enter my chambers."
Putting on a facade she called on a girl similar in looks. "Brinnie, gather the oathbound!"
On hearing Imara's words the redhead began calling on different women seated all over, at the same time I was lead up a set of stairs that lead us to the lavish chamber.
Inside this room was a large bed covered in blankets and pelts as well as furred pillows, seemed like a tribal queen's hovel were comfort was all that mattered.
Her hands caressed my front as her face met mine, "now... Will you take me?"
With a nudge she walked backwards, almost tripping over herself as I gave her ass a rough, determined slap that made her jump.
Then with a light push she fell down on the bed, her exposed skin looked delectable and I couldn't not have a taste, leaning down and pressing myself next to her warm body.
With an eager mind my tongue rolled across her human skin, the snowy colour did well in hiding my trails of spit lining her softness, her armpits were strong with a savory odor and my tongue spared no part, even if musky or usually a spot none would give attention; I surely didn't mind.
On feeling my tongue at an odd spot, her body shifted as the stubble of hair tickled something fierce, even my tongue felt the shivers. "You're tasty, for a human." I murmured hungrily and let a grin show on my already parted lips.
Satisfied I leaned over her with my fingers running through her long locks of hair, my face hoovering just before her own enabling me to see the half closed eyes, sedately staring at me as if weakened by the light loving by tongue.
Her breathes warm as the heat from within escaped her infernal lips.
"Give me a kiss, please..." She let out with a meager huff, and I couldn't but oblige her request.
My left hand ran through her fringe before turning into a nice grip, moving her head up to meet my pair of burning lips, on touching she let out a soft moan, "Fuffg-mhnmmh." Leaving a drawn out faint loving noise to fade as she lustily accepts the deep kiss.
Muffled by soft mushy sounds as our tongues clashed, winning over her with ease as I continued to bully her body; be it within or outside. I owned this human for the next hours to come.
Her breathe was swept away under my weight as the seconds turned into however long it took for me to notice that her eyes were shaking as they almost did a roll into her skull.
Shuddering in bliss we parted, her tongue hanging out motioning for my return, as if having wanted to follow my tongue for some more much loved mouth fucking.
The pervading fingers of mine had in the meantime found it's way down to her clit and begun swirling, like flames held to a block of ice, she was melting something obscene at the lightest of caressing.
Testing the hot spring with a dip of my fingers, finding an easily malleable hole that'll stretch nicely to encompass my whole cock, clearly a wanton pussy, glistening so nicely being coated in strings of luscious juice.
My fingers taking the dip rolled in formation, closely rummaging through her sodden box, this searching for her pleasure spots had an unintended effect, pressuring Imara's depths she unleashed a sudden gush of extra juices.
The smell of her compelling me further, it was clear that her womb was waiting to be flooded with my seed, her whole cunt was yearning for a cock to fill her up, so wet and messy.
The lips of her sex were flushed and plump, giving a nice feel as they had a slight clasping ability, dislodging my fingers took very little effort but there was still a bit of fight in her, and with my dick a lot thicker than my fingers, I longed to feel her clamp down on it instead.
I thought with a evil grin, "these cock starved fiends sure have it rough here in the north."
To be this wet and eager, is it to do with my stature, charisma or simply my package.
Whatever the case is for someone to be this wet, eager and corrupt.
I'll make this night one to remember, my warmth will not leave them for a long while.