Chapter 1
The Orc's Brides
Alorna was an elf. Not your typical elf, have you, but definitely one of Elven descent. She had dark skin, a nice shade of chocolaty brown that would surely melt in your mouth, and her sharp ears were adorned with many shining gold piercings. Small golden balls ran along the outer ridge of them and lead to three rings clipped into her ear lobes. Her long slender fingers were stacked with rings of various metal with various gemstones embedded within, and a heavy looking ruby ball was stamped into her long tongue. Besides the darker skin and taste for expensive jewelry, Alorna also didn't share the sleek body that made elves such elusive targets. She had a much fuller figure. Her long legs were thick leading all the way up to a juicy fat ass. Her hips sat wide on either side of her slender waist and her breasts stuck far from her body, as if someone had sliced a large melon in half and pressed them to her chest. Her chin was sharp, almost as sharp as her ears, and her nose turned upwards at the very end. White paint danced in an intricate design across her cheeks, making her hazel eyes glow a fiery orange. Her lips were full, pouty, and in a permanent grin. Not a friendly grin, mind you, but a devious one.You see, despite the fact that Alorna carried herself with the presence of a Queen, she wasn't royal. She wasn't Nobility, nor was she even a good person really. Alorna was a slaver and a notorious one at that. Because for every grandiose story you hear about a noble hero saving the kingdoms and thwarting evil, there's ten stories of evil prevailing. There's a hundred stories about the seedy underbelly of that fantastical world and the proceedings of it's residents and Alorna tended to have a large part in quite a number of those stories.
One such story begins on a damp and dreary morning. The sky decided it wasn't going to brighten to its brilliant shade of blue and instead stayed mushy gray, the clouds threatening to let loose a torrent that would end any and all of Alorna's business for the day. Having a reputation like hers was helpful when dealing in business, but it also meant she couldn't simply set up shop in the middle of a bazaar. So she planted her tent in the mud just a few moment's walk from town and stood with folded arms watching her lackeys set up shop for the day. It was a simple set up. A small round table with four chairs all around it. A clay tea-pot, which was currently empty, sat in the middle of the table and a deck of cards sat before Alorna's seat. The Slaver's actual stable of slaves were nowhere to be seen. Of course there were a handful of prime, er, 'merchandise' in the tent, sat around waiting for customers, but other than that Alorna's stock was off site.
Brick and Mortar, Alorna's body guards, stood by her side, as they always did. They were large slabs of men, their biceps the size of most men's chests. Regardless of reputation, a woman in a business like this simply needed to have guards on standby. There was bound to be more than one person that gets the idea to try and rough Alorna up, or worse, and it was extremely unladylike to stain her hands with blood. Besides, Alorna was a boss of this kingdom's underworld, and bosses don't bother with low level trash like that. So Brick and Mortar were in her employ and they were proud to be able to boast about being guards to Alorna the Dragon. She was given the title 'Dragon' because of her tendency to hoard gold, gems, and trinkets of interest. It wasn't the most clever of titles, but most criminals weren't clever.
With a sigh, Alorna extended her arms to either side. Brick and Mortar both knelt down, taking her arms over their shoulders and each taking hold of a long shapely leg. They stood up, lifting her and carrying her to her seat, setting her in it gently. Alorna propped her feet up on a small crate below the table, keeping her heels, which looked to be made of solid gold, off the muddy ground. She took the stack of cards in her hands as Brick and Mortar took their seats on either side of her, and began shuffling them, eyes scanning the growing bazaar like a hawk.
Since criminals couldn't just set up in the cities, they went over near the forest, just outside the guardsmen's jurisdiction, and set up their own. Merchants of every sort set up, many travelling around the Kingdoms in a convoy with Alorna herself. Slavers, poachers, sell-swords, and just about every other criminal in the area. Most criminal bazaars were small, only three or four people set up at once, but when a crime boss showed up, so did everyone else. People would travel for days to get to meet with Alorna, and while they were around they were bound to buy a thing or two from someone else.
Alorna paid no mind as a small man ran over to her with a pot of steaming liquid. He was young, and had a certain fear in his eyes that Alorna enjoyed. The poison master's apprentice. He removed the lid of Alorna's empty teapot and began pouring a sweet smelling, green tinged liquid into it. Thick tendrils of steam wafted out, pouring from the spout of the pot and disappearing into the air. The man replaced the lid of her teapot, gave a sheepish nod, and ran off to whichever stall he'd come from. Brick took the pot and poured the smallest amount of liquid out into a cup. He swirled it around a few times and dumped it down his gullet. He gave a shiver, wincing, clearly displeased with the taste.
"Just tea, Lady Alorna," He grunted. Alorna nodded and Mortar took the pot, pouring a steaming cup of tea and gently setting it before her. Alorna didn't speak, she rarely spoke to those she deemed lesser than herself and those employed by her tended to fall under that category. Instead she simply sat in silence, idly shuffling her cards. She was expecting a very important client today and if he didn't show up she'd be in quite the bind. He wasn't one whom paid in gold, but instead in something Alorna couldn't otherwise get her hands on. In this case, an Orc Warlord was making his way to her with a few bottles of his people's brandy. It was rare for anyone without orcish blood to posses even a glass of the stuff, much less an entire bottle. Alorna didn't intend on drinking it, that'd be a waste. She'd keep a bottle in her reserves as a show piece, and use the rest to complete another trade. But if this lazy orc didn't get his ass to her stall, Alorna would have to pay a visit to his little stronghold and that wasn't something anyone wanted.
The criminals of the Kingdom began trickling out of the cracks in the ground, the bazaar getting very busy very quickly. Few people came to Alorna's tables and the majority of those that did were other vendors offering her some food, drink, or the like. Alorna's stock was exotic and exotic stock meant exotic prices. Most of those that came to the bazaar simply couldn't afford her slaves.
As midday rolled around, there was a commotion in the crowd. Loud yelps and complaints which were quickly silenced when they saw just who they were about to berate or yell at. A massive beast of a man flanked by four men of similar stature. He was dressed in pelts of various slain beasts and bright pink scars coated his arms and chest. His skin was forest green, as his maw had a sharp tusk like fang jutting out of his lower jaw. The crowd parted as the Orc Warlord and his band made their way towards Alorna, hushed whispers following them. All other business stopped around them as everyone watched in awe, wanting to see these two powerhouses of the criminal world conduct business. Brick and Mortar rose from their seats and took a step back, both standing behind their employer.
Alorna cocked an eyebrow, raising from her seat. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten your appointment, dear," Alorna spoke, her voice gliding smoothly through the air. She held out a limp wristed hand, offering it to Orakh with a smirk. There was definitely a dangerous air about the woman that made the Warlord's men shuffle uncomfortably. They couldn't quite place the feeling, but something about her presence told them to be on their absolute best behavior. Offending Alorna could possibly be more dangerous than offending their esteemed leader.
The Warlord, Orakh, took Alorna's dainty hand in his massive one, making sure to be gentle, and brought it to his lips, laying a kiss on the back of it. "I would never miss a meeting with you, Lady Alorna," He grunted. Alorna withdrew her hand and sat, Orakh taking the seat across from her. The chair creaked and whined under the massive warrior, but managed to hold itself together. He glanced back at his men and two of them stepped forward, each placing two rough spun sacks upon the table. Orakh took hold of one and pulled the potato sack like material down to reveal the glassy surface of a bottle. "From our stronghold's distillery. And..." A third orc rushed forward and placed another bag, much the same as the rest, in Orakh's hands. Orakh passed the bag to Alorna. "A bottle from my own personal reserves. That one is a gift, from me to you, as an apology for being late."
"You shouldn't have," Alorna offered as she pulled the bottle from its bag. She held it up to what little sunlight was pushing through the clouds and stared at the blood red liquid within. The brandy in this bottle was a much more vibrant color, and she could almost smell it through the glass. Her long tongue slide out and licked her pouty lips. "Beautiful," She whispered. Placing the bottle back in the bag she clicked her fingers. Brick and Mortar stepped forward, taking the four from the table as Alorna rose to her feet once more. She curled a finger, beckoning Orakh, and only Orakh, to follow her into the tent. He too rose and followed behind the curvy Slaver.
Within the tent was the sweet smelling smoke of a burning hookah. The ground was piled high with plush pillows, a handful of slaves sitting around. These lucky few were the ones most valuable to Alorna. The ones that would catch the highest price or were already reserved for a valued client. These were those that Alorna couldn't afford to entrust to the degenerates that looked after the rest of her stable. Alorna clicked her fingers again and four of the girls hopped to their feet. Orakh eyed them hungrily, inspecting their bodies, which were all fully exposed. The only covered skin on them was their necks, where heavy leather collars wrapped around.
"To your liking?" Alorna inquired with a raised eyebrow. His eyes lingered on them for a moment. "I assure you, all of these ladies come from strong stock and won't be broken easily, my dear. Your men can put them through hell and back and they'll still be able to take more."
"They're not exactly breeding stock," He grunted.
"What human is?" Alorna chuckled. "These four are toys, simple as that. I assumed that's what you wanted, as mere humans wouldn't, nay shouldn't be allowed to carry the young of fierce warriors like you and your men. Am I wrong?" Orakh cleared his throat and shook his head.
"No, never Lady Alorna," He assured her. "But we are at war. Orc Women are warriors, many much more valuable on the battlefield than their male counterparts, you see? We need to bolster our ranks and can't afford to put true orc women out of commission while they bare children. We need women of a higher caliber. We need women like you, Lady Alorna." Alorna couldn't help but laugh, casting a gaze to Orakh.
"As much as I'd enjoy spending a night or two with you and yours, women like me aren't slaves. But I suppose I could find something that may better fit your needs. Of course, with all the trouble I'm going to, a few bottles of booze may not be enough payment. I'd only be able to get you a single woman for that price, you see?" Orakh raised an eyebrow staring down at the woman. He could crush her right here and now if he so pleased, but there was something about this woman that stayed his hand. He'd heard many stories about Alorna the Dragon and none of them ended with whomever wronged her coming out on top. And all of them made it very clear that you do not want to bargain with or be indebted to Alorna. She made demons seem like push overs. So instead Orakh did what he knew he had to in order to stay on this woman's good side.
"I'll take these women," He said, waving his hand at them. "But I'll still need breeding stock." He pauses for a moment. Then sighs and adds, "Name your price, Lady Alorna."
"As I said, slaves aren't worthy to join your family. I'd have to find you some brides, ones that won't muddle your powerful name and may produce worthy children for the orcish legion, no?" Orakh nods in agreement. "You know, Lord Orakh... being on the right side of history is quite the valuable thing." A shiver runs down the Orc's spine as Alorna addresses him as 'Lord'. A pleasantry the slaver offers no one. "You and your men are making quite a name for yourselves in the seven kingdoms. I wouldn't be surprised if you were successful in your conquest. Perhaps I could... introduce you to some brides who will surely bare strong children and, once you've brought the silly humans that run this Kingdom to their knees... Well maybe there will be a castle with my name on it. No? Maybe that castle over looks a cute little village under my rule and your protection. You know it helps to have someone with my connections within your court, don't you think?"
This sounded like he would be in Alorna's debt and it sounded like he would for a very, very long time. So, as much as he'd like to refuse, Orakh grunted and gave a nod. "So be it." And it was. Once the warlord and his men departed with their newly acquired slaves, Alorna sent word to her stable master. Getting women that fit the bill of an orc's bride was no trouble for the slaver, regardless of how difficult she may have told Orakh it would be. In fact, she already had plenty of stock that would work perfectly for such job just waiting to be loaded into a cart and sent off to the Orc Stronghold.
Alorna ordered her Stable Master to get them ready. Make sure they were clean and well groomed. Their collars were removed and soothing creams were massaged into their skin to rid them of any marks the leather may have left. Then they were put into a very nice carriage, pulled by two beautiful stallions, and brought to meet Alorna just outside of Orakh's stronghold. Alorna herself lay in her own carriage. The inside was much the same as her tent, the entire wooded floor covered in large plush pillows. Alorna lay upon those pillows lounging, awaiting her client to enter. Orakh and a small group of his warriors came out of the stronghold to meet with Brick and Mortar, who helped unload the brides.
One by one they came out, each more impressive than the last, each from a far off kingdom. First came a couple of snow elves. They were short, standing only as tall as Brick and Mortar's chests, and their bodies were built for cold weather. A little extra weight on their bones which formed delicious curves. Their hair was white and their eyes seemed to glow bright blue. Next a woman from the Amazon. Though the Amazonians were normally fierce warrior women, this one was docile. She smiled kindly and stood shyly beside the elves. She towered above the duo and was even taller than the slaver's guards and orc warriors. Guaranteed to bring forth strong spawn. The last girl climbed out of the carriage clumsily. Her feet hit the ground in the form of hooves, legs coated in shaggy brown fur and thick muscle. The fur stopped about halfway up a massive thigh to reveal silky smooth brown skin. Her stomach was bare and toned, muscles well defined in the flesh and her breasts were the largest any of the orcs had ever seen. They looked to be even larger than a man's head. Upon the woman's head were two large horns, the tips sharp and shining in the sunlight. A Minotaur.
"Lady Alorna would like to speak with you, Lord Orakh," Brick grunted, gesturing to Alorna's carriage. Orakh nodded and headed over. He pulled the doors open and climbed in to find Alorna, sitting at the very back of the carriage, leaning against the wall with her long chocolate legs stretched out in front of her. Her large breasts hang free, thick brown nipples pierced with golden bars, a sapphire stud in her navel. Orakh tried not to look at the slaver's bare body, but simply couldn't help himself. The way her thick thighs pressed together, hiding her loins from view drew the eye. He could pratically smell the sex wafting off of Alorna and it made his mouth almost water.
"Close the door," Alorna commanded. "Come to me." Orakh gulped heavily, but did as she said, making his way over to her, having to tilt his head down as to not hit the roof of the carriage. Alorna sat up on her knees, and ran her hands along Orakh's abs. She bit a lip, looking up at him, hands working the many belts that secured his armor to him. "I am a woman, Lord Orakh, and I have a fire within me like any other woman," She whispered. "But what am I to do? Offer myself to those lower than me?"
"Of course not, Lady Alorna," He grunted, seeing where this was going. He watched as Alorna freed him from his confines. The armor fell with a quiet thud, the pillows below muffling the sound. His dark green member fell free, falling heavily before Alorna. She ran her hands over Orakh's thighs, admiring his cock for a moment before taking hold of it. One hand cupped his heavy hanging balls, the other lifting the heavy length of dark green meat. The strong scent of a man filled the small room, taking over Adorna's senses. She gulped down some hot spit, stroking it slowly, watching the way it moved and reacted to her touch. Plenty of women had handled Orakh, but none had made him feel the way Alorna did.
Her touch sent electricity through his body, every slight movement driving him mad. He could feel himself getting hard, growing for her. Normally he'd need to be down a wench's throat, overpowering her for that to happen, but somehow Alorna was making it happen so easily. For the first time in his life, the woman was in charge and Orakh was just a tool for her to get off with. Had it been any other woman making him feel this way, Orakh would take control back in an instant, but since it was Alorna he let her do as she pleased. "I need power. A Lord, a King, and those with that sort of power may only be allowed to touch my body. To feel me touch theirs." She whispered.
Leaning forward, Alorna planted her lips firmly at the end of his hard cock. She kissed, feeling the heat coming off of it, letting him feel her hot breath. She pushed forward, letting her soft lips part around them, dragging across his sensitive head, her long tongue swirling around. The ruby stud in her tongue pressed against him and made Orakh jerk involuntarily, his body tensing as she teased him. He groaned, embarrassed at what she could do to him. Alorna smiled sucking gently. She moved rhythmically, up and down, pushing more and more of his meaty sage shaft in her mouth. Her loins ached, she hadn't had a man in quite some time, but she didn't want to rush things along.
Alorna let drool run from her lips. She wiggled, pushing him down her throat, hazel eyes staring up at the warlord. She kept pushing, quiet gags escaping her throat as she took the entire length in. Her nose pressed to his pelvis, her throat bulging with meat, and she held there for a moment. Not long enough to get all teary eyed, but long enough to impress Orakh. She pulled back, slurping loudly as she pulled him free of her mouth, hand working that spit lubed shaft. She kissed down the underside of his shaft to the big hanging nuts, filled with the hot orc seed of a warmonger. She took a heavy nut in her mouth, sucking deeply on it. Sloppy spit squelching as she stroked quickly, up and down his hard shaft, Alorna switched to the other nut, making sure to give it plenty of love.
Alorna let it fall from her mouth with a 'pop', and sat back, fat ass on her heels as she stared up at Orakh. He didn't need her to tell him what she wanted. From just a look, Orakh quickly sat before Alorna, who gracefully climbed in his lap. She pressed her crotch to his shaft, letting the thick meat part her pert lips as she rolled her hips, grinding upon it. Alorna closed her eyes, working herself up, letting her loins drool for him. Orakh took her large breasts in hand and kneaded firmly, forcing a long lust filled moan from Alorna. With a grin he leaned in and took a thick nipple in his mouth, tongue playing with the golden bar as he sucked her big tit.
Alorna couldn't take it anymore. She lifted herself from his lap and sat right back down. His thick head pushed deep inside her and the slaver inhaled sharply. "Mnnnnn," She let out a whine, moaning for the Warrior. His fat cock stretched her snug hole as it tried to fit his massive size. Alorna felt herself losing the ever-present noble presence she had as it was replaced with that of a common whore. Her large ass pressed down against Orakh's thighs and he was inside her. All the way, so deep inside her. And she could feel every throb, every pulse, every inch of his cock violating her body. She rolled her hips, enjoying it.
Alorna bounced slowly, lips hugging him tightly. Her fat chocolate rear bounced and jiggled. She rode, faster, large breasts bouncing in the Orc's face. She pressed them together, long nails digging into her soft flesh, offering them to him. Orakh didn't need another invitation, enjoying rubbing his face in them. Letting his teeth sink into her hard nipples, eliciting such loud and lewd noises from the intimidation Alorna. He placed his large hands on her hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer. He guided Alorna up and down his shaft, which swelled, ready to explode within her. His instincts were telling him to breed her. To pump every drop deep inside this woman and bind her to his clan.
He pushed deep inside Alorna, letting out loud grunts into her cleavage. A torrent of hot cream pumped into her from below. Her long legs squirmed and she wrapped her arms tight around his head, as they tensed in each other's embrace. It felt like weeks worth of seed was flowing into her, shot after thick shot of potent cum filling her to her absolute limit. Steaming hot seed running down his shaft, down her thighs, onto the pillows below them. Even as he finished, Alorna kept him tight in her grasp. She panted, not yet ready to let go. After a few moments of a lust filled glow the two separated. Alorna lay back in her plush pillows and Orakh got himself dressed once more. He offered thanks to the Slaver, who didn't answer, he eyes closed as she rested her well used body. Orakh departed, rejoining his men within the fort and Brick and Mortar jumped to attention. They began rushing around the carriages, making sure everything was ready to rejoin Alorna's convoy.
As Brick and Mortar ran around a girl climbed in the back of Alorna's carriage. She had lots and lots of jewelry on her body, much like Alorna. Rings, and earrings, necklaces, pendants, and piercings all filled with valuable gems. Around her neck was a red leather collar, studded with glittering emeralds and atop her head was a bronze circlet. She was human, a very pale human, with rosie cheeks and soft features. She hadn't much in the way of breasts or ass, but made up for it in just how perfect her face seemed to be. She crawled across the pillows in Alorna's carriage and positioned herself between the slavers large chocolate thighs, pressing her lips to the fresh cream-pie within.
This was the only Slave that Alorna would never sell. Alorna's own personal thing to pleasure her on the road and clean up messes like Orakh had made. Seeing how Alorna would never let just any slave actually touch her, it was safe to say that this girl was special. In fact, if you were from another kingdom, you may just think that this girl struck a very strong resemblance to Princess Ava, who went missing some years ago.
"Do a good job, my dear. Orakh is a very important man, so don't miss even a drop." The girl blushed and nodded, not daring pull her lips away before her job was done.
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