Algra shook her head.
"I want you. Other humans too big. Carry swords and have thick metal skins." She straightened out her tiny fur skirt before hooking her thumbs beneath the flimsy material and tugging them down her long jade legs.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Gregory's eyes bulged as he caught a look at a small thick patch of thin hairs narrowing down to the bare smooth lips of her pussy.
Algra stopped with her skirt half way down her legs.
"You win battle. You have all that is mine." She explained as if patiently explaining the rules of poker to a novice.
"Yeah because all I'm short of right now is a makeshift bikini top and a furry miniskirt." Gregory found enough frustration in the situation to let a trace of anger into his voice. "You can keep them. I'll keep this so you can't try to beat the shit out of me with it again alright?" He wiggled the club in her direction.
"I would not. You have all that is mine." She explained again with an affirming nod.
She did slide her skirt back into place however. If Gregory wasn't quite so stressed out by then he might have taken some time to marvel at the shapely orc a little more. The fact that he'd just laid eyes upon his first pussy hadn't quite yet fully hit him.
"Well I'll just keep this." He said again, less sure of himself now.
The orc frowned and shook her head.
"You have all that is mine." She said again.
Gregory paused and let the club swing down to his side as he looked at the impossible creature before him.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" He somehow already knew what the answer would be from the way she bowed her head slightly whilst speaking to him.
"I attack you to keep you for slave. You win." She laid out the rules and folded her arms across her breasts impatiently.
"So now I..."
"You have me."
"Well...shit."
- - - - -
It took Gregory a full hour before he realised that Algra was completely serious. To test just how far she'd go with it he ordered her to lift up a large stone resting nearby and use it to break her left wrist. She was half way through lifting it up without any word or hint of complaint before he told her to stop and apologised several times for making her think she had to do it in the first place. She seemed confused by the apology since breaking her own wrist seemed like a completely reasonable expectation to her.
"Alright then Algra I think you can have your club back. Don't hit anyone with it unless I tell you to." He instructed before lifting the heavy branch to hand over to her.
"As you wish, master." She took the club and lifted it to rest across her shoulders.
"So just out of curiosity. If I wanted to ask you some questions and then I freed you, what would you do?" He scratched the back of his head as he said this, hoping for the best.
"I would answer questions as best I could, then I would try to take you as my slave again after I am free. Then I think I would break one of your fingers for causing me such trouble. Then I would lay you on the earth and rut with you for I am..."
"Whoa there! Ok well that was way too much information." He lifted his hands up making a gesture that roughly translated to 'please for all that is good and pure in this world be quiet.'
Algra looked at his hands and frowned with confusion.
"You wish to challenge me? All that I own and all that I am is already yours." She explained. He was a very odd human.
"Challenge you!? No."
"Then why do you raise your hands?" She looked between his open palms and then back to him.
He suddenly clamped his hands to his sides like they'd touched something searingly hot.
"That...that's not a challenge. That's...well it's meant to be sort of a 'stop' kinda gesture." He explained.
"That is not stop. That means 'I wish to fight barehanded'. Do you not know orcs?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if chiding a small child.
"Do I look like a guy who knows orcs!? Lady I have no fucking idea how it's even possible you exist. I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to orcs, elves, dwarves, gnomes, fairies or fucking unicorns!"
"Then I belong to an idiot." She gravely surmised.
Gregory stared dumbstruck at her and then slumped back against a tree, slowly sliding down to sit between the roots in the ground. A long moment of silence passed between them as Gregory came to terms with the idea of all the strange things he'd just mentioned actually existing. It was impossible. It was insanity. It was...brilliant.
"Algra, when you came out from behind the tree screaming you waited before attacking. You were waiting for me to do something weren't you?"
She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"I was awaiting you to pick a weapon. It is not acceptable to challenge a free thing for its freedom without allowing it to fight as it wishes." She said.
"And then when I raised my hands to try and get you to stop..."
"You chose your weapon." She said with a degree of finality.
"I chose to fight bare handed. Right. Just in case, if I make any other gestures or say anything in the future that might cause you to try and beat the shit out of me or take a crap on my head or whatever, just explain in words what I've done first. Deal?"
Algra studied his words for a few seconds before nodding again. "Deal."
"Aright, so where are we?" Gregory lifted himself to his feet again and brushed off his cargo pants to look around the forest. He sure as hell wasn't in England any more.
"We stand in the Embervine Forest in the land of Grulmir." She informed him curiously. He really didn't have any idea where he was.
"Alright and where's the land of Grulmir." He looked back over to where she stood.
Algra didn't answer right away, though she didn't seem to be hiding anything from him so much as she didn't quite know how to answer.
"Grulmir lays upon Arolius." She ventured after a few moments.
"And what's beyond Arolius?" Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton.
The female orc scratched her shaggy black mane of hair. She thought for a few long moments before shaking her head and shrugging.
"The stars." She finally said.
Suddenly Gregory needed to sit back down again. He was on another world. Well that made way more sense than he'd have probably liked to admit.
"Ok...ok....ok ok ok ok." He took a deep breath. "Ok."
"What is your name little man?" She asked, her own curiosity finally getting the better of her.
"Hm?" The question snapped him out of his revelation. "Oh I'm Gregory. Greg. You can call me Greg."
"Very well master." She replied with what just might have been a hint of a smirk.
"Look, do you know these woods? I'd just...I'd like somewhere to sit down, something to eat and some water." He looked over to her in much the same way she'd looked at him when he'd been standing over her with her club in his hands.
"Yes master. I live here. Come." She turned and began to walk away.
Having no other option, he followed behind her.
As they walked he kept looking back to his new orc servant. He allowed his study of her to take his thoughts away from his current problems. She was young although she seemed older than him, perhaps somewhere in her mid twenties. Though incredibly powerful, she had an unmistakable womanly figure that was fit to the extreme. Her face also had an odd kind of beauty to it. Though her tusks jutted up from beneath her lower lip she didn't have much of an under bite and her jaw-line was smooth and pleasantly sloped. Her nose was also well sloped and its outline flowed beautifully into the shape of her brow.
Given her small amount of clothing he could clearly see the initial deep curves of her cleavage which undoubtedly flowed into gorgeously proportioned breasts. Since he'd been speaking to her mostly from her front he hadn't initially noticed that the skirt she wore fell notably short of covering her behind properly. He could see the upper curves of her ass and the tight val
ley they flowed into. The thought suddenly reminded him of his glimpse of those thin curls and those plush soft folds of her labia. Suddenly, he found himself looking at his orc in a very different light.
"We are here." She announced, oblivious to his roaming eyes.
Greg looked about the place. It wasn't much though it was certainly more than he was expecting. A large fur covered tent was sitting in the middle of the forest floor. A good distance away was a campfire with spare wood resting beside it. A bow and some arrows were propped up against the side of the tent. In the far edge of the small clearing was a number of freshly skinned kills that had been strung up. Looking at the creatures didn't exactly do his stomach many favours but he was hungry enough then to eat a dead, scabby horse so he wasn't about to complain.
Algra walked over to the meat and tugged one of the creatures from the line where it hung. She carried it over to the campfire and threw some wood into a small pile in the centre before getting to work on lighting it up.
Greg was pretty much clueless. He'd been camping a few times but even his father who was mad for the outdoors had balked at killing and skinning their own food and using two pieces of flint to start fires. So Greg sat beside the fire opposite her and watched with interest as she peeled the meat from the carcass and threw it in a metal pot that produced from the tent. Water was brought in from a skin and she added various herbs and other ingredients that were found around the forest.
After an hour or so had passed she spooned some of the mixture into a bowl and offered it to him. Cautiously, he took it and took a small sip. That small sip was soon followed by several larger ones that scorched his mouth. It didn't matter. It was worth the pain. Whatever the hell this was it was fifty times tastier than it had any right to be.
"Good?" She asked.
"Excellent." He barely managed to respond between mouthfuls.
He actually finished his first bowl of the stuff before he realised she wasn't eating.
"Not hungry?"
"This is not mine. All that I own is..." She started.
"Ok stop right there. You can eat, ok? Hell I'd free you if I knew you wouldn't turn into the screaming valkyrie again. You don't need to ask me to eat, sleep, or do anything that you need to stay alive ok? Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired..."
"Fuck when I'm horny?" She suggested.
Greg choked on his second bowl of the stew as Algra poured out her own meal. She turned away to hide her expression behind her hair so that he didn't see her grin at his reaction.
"Well, sure. Just stick around me and don't kill anyone unless I say it's alright...or they're trying to kill you."
"Yes master."
They ate until the bowl was empty. At first Algra seemed to have quite an appetite but the simple truth was that orcs could eat almost anything at any time. When they were finished she put away her cooking pot and the bowls inside the tent. It was only when she didn't return after ten minutes that Greg became curious and walked over to the large fur covered structure. Lifting the flap that covered the entrance, he glanced inside. What he saw made his jaw almost bounce clean off the ground.
The inner part of the tent was split into two areas, one half was for storage and it seemed Algra kept a few wooden boxes there filled with furs and other wooden trinkets she had likely made herself. On the other side of the tent was a living space with a thick heavy set of furs covering the ground. It was on these that Algra was currently resting on all fours, completely naked, waiting for him.
"Uh...Al-" He cleared his throat. "Algra? What's um..."
"You wish to rut with me." It certainly didn't sound like a question.
Greg looked at the inviting tight curves of her round ass, his gaze eventually falling to the smooth slit at the apex of her strong thighs. The frilly flesh around her sex was puffed up and glistening with her juices.
"Algra look, I'm sorry if I..."
"Do you have a woman?" She cut in abruptly.
"Well...no." This was getting more embarrassing by the moment.
"Do you not want me?" Dear sweet Jesus was she kidding? She was an orc and she could damn well give most human supermodels a run for their money on the knockout scale.
"I...look you're..." A very nice person? Sure, that'd work. Oh and elephants are generally known for their wonderful talent at figure skating.
"I am yours, you have been fed and watered. You must now take me before sleeping."
"I must?" Was this more strange orcish tradition?
"Yesss." Greg was so shocked and curious about the idea he'd be required to have sex with her to complete their 'deal' that he didn't notice the hint of desire in her voice.
"Is this another orc thing? You think I have to...do this and then you're mine?"
"Mmmhmmm." She agreed. Right then she'd have agreed to just about anything.
"You don't have to you know...I mean..."
"Yes I do!" She screamed so sharply that he mistook primal lust for anger.
"Oh...well I guess...I mean I could. You're...you're incredibly beautiful and all. It's just that it wouldn't feel right knowing that you just did it because of..." Greg babbled, the sight of her was making his heart beat with desire and yet his conscience held him back.
"Greg, get over here or I will fucking kill you!" She growled as he watched her pussy flutter with desire.
"You mean it's got to seal the deal or you're free to do anything again?" He seemed suddenly more uncertain of his situation.
"Yes!" She lied.
Well this was a male fantasy come true wasn't it? Yet watching her there on her hands and knees, it sure as hell didn't feel right. Greg thought for a moment and then decided that if he was going to lose his virginity to an orc in the back end of nowhere then he was sure as hell doing to do it on his own terms.
"Roll over onto your back." He ordered.
"What!? Do you not even know how to..." She started to snap at him before she was grabbed on either side of her waist and pulled sideways. In her lust craze she almost lost her mind and lashed out at him.
It was in that moment that she saw his head fall between her open legs and she gaped in dumbfounded awe as he pressed his lips up against her pussy. She felt her silky flesh yield to his tongue and revelled in the bliss it caused her. Fire flowed through her nerves from between her legs and outwards in constant waves that she was only too eager to ride.
"Gods! Wha...what..." She managed to moan before her body tensed up and her pussy convulsed around his tongue.
He'd barely begun. The taste of her green flesh was initially not the most pleasant of experiences. She was an orc after all. Yet by luck on his part she had bathed only the previous night and knowing the pleasure he was giving her certainly made the effort worth it. As her juices began to flow more freely and he lapped up her nectar her taste became more appealing and he drank it up ravenously. This was his first time with any kind of female and the reaction he was getting was certainly encouraging. It did get somewhat dangerous for a few moments when he centred his attention on the small nub he'd heard so much about and she clamped her thighs around his head. Normally this wouldn't have been so much trouble but this woman could have probably kicked a cement wall into rubble.After hearing his muffled urgent cries for air, she looked down and parted her legs immediately again to reveal a slightly dishevelled but very pleased looking Gregory looking up at her. He stood up then as she laid back, spread eagle, looking upon him like he was a god that had just given her a lifetime supply of ambrosia. She was gorgeous, flushed with the waves of her climax her skin took on an emerald gleam with sweat and heat. Her bare breasts were seen properly for the first time and he couldn't wait to get his hands and his mouth upon them. They stood proudly as perfect round globes that lifted and fell with each breath and were plenty more than a handful. He didn't know whoever said more than that was a waste but he was sure as hell about to do his damnedest to prove them wrong.
Wasting no time, he grabbed his old hoodie and the t
-shirt beneath and lifted them above his head in one smooth motion. Algra let out a soft moan of approval. Gregory didn't have the frame of a bodybuilder but he was extraordinarily fit. Hitting the gym for an hour every day combined with a number of press ups and sit ups in the mornings had certainly shaped him into something lithe, strong and firm. The ripples of his muscle moved with each of his breaths and he soon kicked away his boots and socks before tugging his pants down over his legs.
Algra was both pleasantly surprised by his body and impatient for him to lie with her. The glimpse of his cock jutting up from between her legs brought a low growl from the female. Thankfully she didn't need to wait long to feel the swollen tip of his length slide up against her juicy lower lips. Then, with a sudden sharp thrust, he claimed her and she felt him spread her to her depths. A lusty look of approval was cast up at him, he was certainly not lacking in the necessary equipment.
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