Nela Orcs

 

Kryan pounced on the surprised Orkin. The strong warrior in his prime gave her no chance to fight back or escape. The equally muscular young orc woman fell to the forest floor with him. She gasped painfully as his weight came down on her, forcing the air out of her lungs.

She hit him wildly with her strong hands. Scratched it across his muscular chest. He hit back. With a powerful blow with the palm of his hand, he hit her in the head and caused it to tumble to the side. Peg gave her peace for a moment, but the peace only lasted a short time. Even as he reached for her loincloth, the young Orkin pulled her knee up to her side. The girl would certainly have broken a few bones in a human being with this kick, but the orc only groaned briefly.

Kryan caught one of her hands in the air and twisted it behind the woman's back, just as orc boys learned to do as children playing. He turned her onto her stomach so that she could no longer defend herself against him as well.

“Let go of me, Kryan!” Peg snapped angrily, flailing wildly with her free arm and legs.

“No, you’re mine now!” mocked the orc warrior.

“I am the chief’s wife!” she screamed, her face contorted in pain. He kept pushing her joint into her shoulders, but she didn't allow him the pleasure of another cry of pain.

"That's why you're mine!" A smile crossed the orc's face as he licked his tusks lustfully.

“No!” she shrieked again. Her face was reduced to a grimace of pain. “You are not the chief. Gruak is the chief!”

“Not for long.”

“What does that mean?” she asked, slightly frightened, and relaxed her resistance a little so as not to cause herself more pain.

“I will challenge him and take over the Black Wolf Clan!”

“He will tear your balls off and throw them to the wolves!”

“No, he is an old, cowardly sod. The future of the clan is in my hands!” He swung himself on top of her and sat with his pelvis on her thighs so that her legs could no longer offer any resistance while he held her upper body in place with her arm. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear with a malicious grin: “Like you!”

“I will never submit to you!” the young Orkin replied proudly, but at that moment Kryan exposed her ass and pulled his limb from under his loincloth.

“Oh yes, you will!”

She could feel his member pressing against her muscular ass. His glans pressed against her rosette from behind. She knew what he was up to. Anal sex was a popular means of subjugating a female. Peg fought it.

“No!” she screamed desperately and squeezed her buttocks together as hard as she could to prevent him from penetrating.

He lay on top of her. His entire weight was now pressed against her ass using his stiff lance. His hot breath caressed her slightly curly black hair, which spread wildly over her bare shoulders. She tried again and again to shake him off. Again and again he made her pay for this attempt with murderous pain.

Suddenly he rammed his tusks into her neck. Peg cried out, more in surprise than the cannon of pain that followed. Because the moment she concentrated on the pain in her neck, it overcame the gate of her bottom. Without any lubrication, he pushed the striped member into her anus.

The young woman screamed in despair. It felt like he was tearing her apart. Tears formed in the brown eyes of the otherwise proud Orkin. Almost fainting from the pain, she pressed her pelvis as hard as she could against the forest floor, trying to escape the murderer's penis in her intestines, but she couldn't.

Regardless of her pain, Kryan rammed his strap deeper into her ass. He delighted in her desperate screams, excited by the hissing and screaming Orkin writhing beneath him. At first his cock had also hurt, but the warrior had accepted the pain, knowing how great the pleasure would be.

Soon he was fucking the girl with quick deep thrusts into her newly deflowered ass. He had released her hand because Peg could no longer think of fighting back. Her fingers desperately clawed at the forest floor to relieve the pain in her body.

Slowly the pain subsided a little. Her body had become accustomed to the wild work of his manhood in her intestines. Only a quiet moan escaped her lips. Tears and pure hatred were reflected in her eyes. She hated him, she cursed him. She wanted to rip his throat out, but she lay beneath him, helpless in the most humiliating position possible.

Kryan also gasped. His gasp came from pure lust. His hands were on her upper arms, pressing Peg painfully against the floor with each thrust. The brutality of his behavior was only exceeded by his pleasure in this fuck. He had waited a long time to climb her. Now he did it and it was as good as he had dreamed of since his youth.

He pushed into her womb faster and faster. His penis rubbed more and more intensively against the warm skin of Peg's intestines. He heard her moans. The woman was horny, he thought, speeding up his thrusts into her ass. He fucked her without stopping and soon an ecstatic wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. A primal scream echoed through the forest. Everything tightened inside him and he shot a huge amount of his pent up, hot seed into her stomach.

The orc remained inside her for a few moments, then climbed off her. He reached for the bowl of berries she had collected. He ate it greedily while the girl next to him lay on the floor whimpering softly, then he got up. Kryan went back to the Black Wolf Clan camp, leaving Peg in the clearing. Blazing hatred burned within her. Gruak should kill him for this.

***

The young orc warriors and children carved spears restlessly. Her inner restlessness and tension were clearly visible. They sat around the fire, not far from the chief's tent from which they had been banished.

The older warriors smiled knowingly as noises kept coming from the tent where the chief and his women had retreated. She knew this game, which had been repeated for months.

She used to be allowed to attend the game herself, but in recent years he sent the warriors away with loud curses. They didn't fully understand why their chief was behaving this way. But the old warriors who had fought side by side with him had too much respect to criticize his words or his behavior, which had become somewhat strange with age.

The Black Wolves used to be a feared orc clan. Humans and other clans trembled at her power. But the war had reduced them to a small group. Only a dozen warriors were now sitting by the fire.

Bramkan, an orc who had lost an eye in the battle, looked around with the remaining one. Each of the ancients had a visible sign of battle on their body. Everyone could defend themselves in battle against the cowardly people. Everyone could increase their fame and honor in battle against powerful enemies.

Drekarm, for example, had lost his left hand to a Bloodhammer Orc's ax before Drekarm split his skull open for it. Runh had lost his footing in a man's trap. The once fast warrior could now only limp. However, that didn't matter. In front of his tent he kept the heads of five slain people. Each impaled on a wooden stake as tall as the man who once carried the skull on his shoulders.

Yes, the Black Wolves had once won fame and honor in battle, Bramkan sighed. But perhaps it would soon be too far again. Some of the half-orcs and young orcs had grown into warriors. The tribe had recovered a little. This thought gave the old warrior hope.

***

The red-haired woman knelt next to the lecherously grunting chief. Her voluptuous breasts fell a little lower over the years, but were still a feast for the eyes of men. Beads of sweat had formed on her bare skin. The humid heat of the tent took its toll.

As much as the chief appreciated the skillful play of her fingers on his balls, his eyes were not focused on this slave. He stared greedily at the green skin of the orc lying before him. Her black hair lay in Nela's lap, who had humbly lowered her gaze.

The muscular young Orkin was called Ora. She snorted softly as the half-orc's fingers stroked her skin. Nela's fingertips were coated with a blood-red, viscous liquid. She drew symbols of terribleness on the young woman's body.

Like an artist, she skillfully played around the striped nipples of the orc female, which stood out dark green against her skin, before she was painted with the mixture of plant dye and earth. Ora's mother, the last of the old clan women, had told them the secret before she died. Now it should help to give the young woman offspring, brave warriors and fertile mothers.

Offspring was very important for the clan, so it was even worse that Ora was already 22 summers old and still hadn't conceived a child. Three years ago she briefly had a big stomach, but the child was not born alive. Since then, all eyes have been on her. The women of the clan regularly performed this ritual together to help the oldest pureblood orc woman. So far without success.

Brisa massaged the chief's erect cock faster and faster. Age had visibly taken its toll on him and so he should receive all the help that was available to him from the experienced woman.

Nela's sister Marsha knelt behind the chief. Her perky breasts rubbed against the aging man's back. Her stiff nipples stroked his rough, scarred skin. Milk oozed from the woman's nipples and additionally wetted his skin.

Just like Nela, Marsha was also a half-orc, and therefore basically just a slave. But unlike Nela, her sister had given the tribe a healthy boy last winter. A healthy, strong orc boy who, by order of the clan chief, was not marked with the taint of the half-blood. She and Brisa were the only women still alive who had given new life to the clan, which gave them a certain prestige among the Black Wolf orcs.

Nela looked into the lustful eyes of her sister, who had placed her head on the chief's shoulder and was whispering soft words in his ear to further fuel his lust, his desire. She nestled against him voluptuously. Marsha had only given birth a few months ago, but her desire seemed to have reawakened. She could clearly see the shine in her sister's eyes as she looked at the erect member in her mother's hands. She could only imagine the envy that raged in her sister's heart. The slave would have loved to take Ora's place.

The Orkin had her eyes closed. Brisa's skilled, human fingers caressed the dark-haired woman's erect vulva. The mother of nine knew about the importance of desire in the creation of new life. That's why she had brought in her daughters to help Gruak and Ora.

The old chief's masculinity was no longer the best. He had been struggling to pump his seed into a woman's womb for years. Previously, only she knew about his problem, but now that the young females have gradually become sexually mature, this deficit has become more and more apparent. Brisa knew that Gruak was not the father of Marsha's child. It was not for nothing else that he had loaned her, the slave, to his old comrades in arms as a sex toy.

This lack of masculinity was probably the reason why he hadn't paid any attention to Nela and Peg in his night camp. He had justified this to the warriors by saying that he did not want to impregnate his younger women until Ora had given birth. The men had probably believed their chief, but Brisa knew better.

She looked at her youngest daughter, who was caressing the cheek and breast of the woman writhing under Brisa's fingers with tenderness that was unusual for orcs. She hastily stroked the protruding bud of the muscular Orkin, which could be clearly felt under her shaggy black pubic hair. The lips next to it were swollen and a damp fuzz was oozing out of them.

The moisture testified to the young woman's natural horniness. Brisa's fingertip felt her pelvis twitch. Ora pushed herself toward her. She pressed herself against the hard glans that was just a hand's breadth away, waiting to push in. But he was still held back by Brisa and her daughter Marsha.

Her sharp fingernails grazed the chief's still muscular chest. She scratched him, bit his shoulder and neck, licked his ear and rubbed her soft breasts against his rough skin. Marsha knew how to drive men crazy. The voluptuous half-orc had already fucked half the camp and she obviously liked it. Perhaps she hoped to improve her status within the clan.

Nela also felt pleasure in this intimate game between the women, who literally milked their chief. She felt this strange tingling sensation between her thighs that she wanted to satisfy by rubbing, but she couldn't keep her hands off Ora's breasts. The young slave fulfilled her task in the game of pleasure without being able to satisfy her own. Her dark brown lips were swollen and moisture pooled in her mouth. Without resting, she kept looking between the stiff cock in her mother's hand and the increasingly opening shame of the young Orkin. Soon it was time. Nela could feel the pleasure in Ora's body as her hands gently touched her. Her head stirred restlessly in Nela's lap. Her black hair rubbed between the half-orc's slightly open thighs, increasing her pleasure more and more.

Gruak's attention fell on Nela while her mother had his cock under control, soon he would come. Pleasure saliva dripped from his mouth. His tusks gleamed in the firelight. Marsha's busy nature almost drove him crazy. He just wanted to pounce on a woman, wanted to mate with her. In this moment of extreme lust, he didn't care which one. He would have jumped every woman in that tent.

Then, finally, Brisa and Marsha released him. His hot breath reached down to Nela's bare skin as he leaned forward and penetrated deep into the young Orkin's body. Ora screamed loudly. The plump orc meat rammed itself into her wet but unstretched vagina. Her fingernails dug deep into the fur on which she lay. His hands rested on hers, only his eyes rested on Nela, who had already performed such a delightful service to him during the day.

The chief fucked her hard and fast. Thanks to the preparatory work of the two slaves, he came after just a few thrusts and drove his hot seed deep into her stomach. Even now panting with pleasure, the orc woman who was ready to conceive looked up at the man who was pumping his seed into her womb with loud moans and roars, so that all the orcs outside in the campsite knew that he had just come.

Exhausted, the chief let go of her and went outside to present himself to his men. Ora was still lying on the fur with her thighs open. The lust still shone in her eyes.

“Hold her, girl. I want to take her to the summit so that the seeds grow better in her.”

Brisa had spoken to her daughters in the language of the people, quietly so that no one outside noticed. This language was only familiar to the women of the camp who were raised by Brisa. They used it when they wanted to make sure the men didn't understand them.

Marsha sat down next to her sister, who was still supporting Ora's head between her thighs. Together with Nela, they stroked the Orkin's upper body while her mother sat down between the green-skinned woman's thighs. She closed her eyes to enjoy the following game, which was not unknown to her.

The human woman carefully pushed her playmate's labia apart. The lustful, shiny flesh revealed itself to her and she carefully began to kiss and lick the pearl of pleasure. Brisa tasted the pleasure juice that poured from her vagina onto the fur. She tasted Gruak's sperm, which he had injected into the young woman.

The experienced woman took in both and her mind, accustomed to it over the years, found it tasty. She licked the shiny bud between the Orkin's labia faster and faster. She fired up the lust of the woman, who had just been mated by the chief, faster and faster. Her daughters massaged the chosen one's plump breasts while she made guttural sounds of ecstasy.

Then the storm of passion broke over the young woman and she wrapped her strong hands in Brisa's reddish-blond hair. She pressed the slave's head against her pulsating vulva. Her feet clung to the human woman's body. Her fingernails dug into her scalp as she screamed out her climax.

Then peace returned. Nela looked longingly at the freshly inseminated young woman. Inwardly she hoped that she would soon be able to lie like that in front of a man. She also wanted to be inseminated by the chief.

Suddenly they heard wild screaming outside...