Orcs and humans

  

Orcs and humans, enemy races, enemy blood. Orcs and humans, hereditary enemies in an eternal war. Today, no one knows exactly how and when it began. Some even claim that it has been raging since the beginning of the world, when the ancient gods turned on each other in anger, jealous of each other's creation.

Nela is a child of this eternal war. The young woman, with tanned skin marked by muscles, is the daughter of a clan chief. Her small, inconspicuous tusks barely protrude from her mouth and so you can clearly see that the blue-eyed girl with reddish-brown hair is not a pure-bred orc.

Yes, as great as the hatred between the two races was, orcs and humans hardly differed; many orcs took the females of their slain enemies into their clan.

Nela's mother was once a princess. Her father ruled a human empire, but then it fell into the hands of the green and brown-skinned beasts. Dozens were killed, but Brisa, Nela's mother, was kidnapped by the Black Wolf clan chief. Gruak was that chief. He has been the leader and chief for almost 20 years now.

The grizzled chieftain sat on his throne of bones and hides. The black wolf fur covered his still powerful shoulders. Nela sat on her knees in front of the throne and looked up. Her head was slightly twisted towards the leader. Her tongue stuck out and licked the balls of the man who was her father.

In the clan she was only a half-blood, a slave of the chief, just like her mother. She belonged to this man and did as he pleased. When Nela was old enough, her mother had taught her how to please a man. And Nela was a good student.

She sucked on the man's scrotum and at the same time rubbed his still muscular thighs with her hand. The loincloth was pulled aside so she could see the orc's stiff, green-brown member without hindrance.

Her young tongue licked the orc's asshole and when he moaned benevolently, Nela smiled. She knew Gruak's habits. His lust was primitive but easy to satisfy. So she continued licking the chief's bulging cock, who, grunting in satisfaction, placed his hand in her slightly curly, wild hair.

Nela was the only woman in the chief's tent. Her mother prepared the food and the two orc women of the small clan went to the forest to gather together with her sister.

The Black Wolf Clan had not always been so small, but while Gruak and his orcs were fighting the humans, another orc clan raided the camp. Fertile women and children were stolen and everyone else was killed. When the Black Wolf warriors returned, all they found was an orc woman hiding with her child.

So the once mighty warrior clan had become a small band of orcs. Gruak took over the role of chieftain from his slain father. He took the remaining female along with Princess as his possession and showed off a few more children.

After the orc woman's death, Brisa raised her own children alongside the orc children. Peg, Ora, Marsha and Terak were like brother and sister to Nela.

The half-orc kissed the shriveled tip of Gruak's cockhead. Her teeth, small for orcs, allowed her to take his eager member into her mouth. She placed her plump lips over the sharp biters and let them slide into her moist cave.

The chief grunted blissfully. The old warriors in the tent lusted after the spectacle. The females belonged to the chief. He alone was allowed to inseminate them and father his offspring with them. Every now and then he allowed the warrior to let Brisa and her two daughters satisfy him in the same way he was doing now.

The slave's head kept rising and falling. She sucked his glans and jerked his shaft and literally milked the old man. Her young, vital hands knew exactly what made the man tick, after all, she had known him since she was born. She was now his favorite bedmate. She did everything she could to satisfy him while all he had to do was enjoy himself quietly.

The orc's snorting and panting grew louder. His still strong hands clawed at her scalp, tugged at her hair, while he squirted his semen into her half-open mouth with animalistic lust, wetting her face with the white secretion.

Strings of sperm dripped past her tusks over her tan skin, trailed down her chin, and dripped onto her strong, firm breasts, which had never nursed a child.

Nela's mother slid through the narrow gap into the meeting tent, where her daughter was licking the chief's sperm from her lips for all the orcs to see. In her hands she held a large bowl stacked with grilled meat skewers. The enslaved princess, like her child, was only dressed in a loincloth. She entered the tent, lit by a smoking fire, and finally knelt before the newly satisfied chief.

With her head bowed, the human woman handed the chieftain the meat. He immediately grabbed the largest skewer of meat. The beast greedily looked at the delicious, fat-dripping meat in his hands. The girl who still knelt before him next to her mother was long forgotten.

After the chief had served himself, the human slave slid on to the other aging warriors, who greedily took part of the meat offered. By the time she had offered her warm meat to the last warrior, Gruak was already finished. Only small pieces of meat remain on the wooden skewer. He lowered him down and gave him the young slave girl.

Nela greedily chewed the remains of the wood. She still tasted his salty gift of pleasure, but the meat was an unexpected addition to her diet. As a slave and a woman, she had no right to meat, so if someone gave her some, it was a reward like this, which she gratefully accepted.

While her mother left the tent, she crouched contentedly at the chief's foot. Perhaps he would allow his men to use their services later in the day, but for now the warriors were content with digesting the large portions of meat and closed their eyes for an afternoon nap.

***

Not all Black Wolf warriors took naps. Kryan, who was one of the younger warriors of the orc clan, looked greedily at Peg's ass. The young orc full-blooded woman was bending down in a forest clearing to pick a few berries into her wicker basket.

The orc warrior had been watching this forbidden fear for a long time, which he and the other young orcs were only allowed to gaze at but never take on. He had violated many a woman during his raids against people, but he had never been allowed to lay his hand on a woman of his tribe.

Kryan entered the clearing and wanted to change that. The orc had fought alongside Gruak as a boy. He had watched his daughters grow up. Now he would take what he believed was his right.

Peg, the youngest orc woman in the tribe, raised her head when she heard the cracking of a branch behind her.