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Thread: No one  will Hear you

Harle watched as the massive orc approached her. Her eyes going wide as she made a move to scamper away from him,to keep out of his grasp. But failed. His strides were much larger then hers. Carrying him quickly to where she had been. She felt his large hand take hold if her, making her cry out . Squirming in his hold. The scent of the from made her face twist in displeasure. The smell to her reeked, smelt bad to her. Her fingers clawed at his hand that held her as her feet kicked out against the ground trying to stop from being ragged. A small hiss escaping her. Sop it leave me alone.she growled as he then dropped her onto the dampened warm fur from where she had been originally. Panting heavily she took in the warmth of the fire. Her hands clutching the furs beneath her as she glared up at him. Gritting her teeth she pushed at his invading hands as they stripped her till all that covered her was the small thin fabric of her G-strong. Unhand me you bruteshe demanded instinctively pulling the furs from the ground and pulling them to cover her nude form. Her cheeks a shade of pale pink hue. Her eyes went to tat bobbing erect member tat swung like a club as he moved. Thirsty? no I am fineshe said with a small shake of her head. He Force her head to his member, making her sneer in disgust at what it was he had meant. Her head rolling to one side as he pressed it forward, meaning for her lips but instead got her cheek the head so hard and massive it nearly covered her entire cheek. Gods, Please no, remove that monstrosity.She begged staring up at him with wide green eyes, winch shifted to the corner of her eyes. Fear so evident within them, even the tense of her body, and the small tremors that coursed through her was more then proof that she was scare. She placed her hands on his thick thighs. Pushing against them in attempts to get away from his shaft. Her nos turning up as the smell nearly gaged her.
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The orc snorted in reaction to Harle's trembling disgust, though the fear that made her tremble and underlied her actions made it all the more imperative that she knuckle down under his command. The way her torso arced as she tried to get away drew his eye to her pendulous breasts, hanging, her nipples lightly brushing against the length of his monstrously thick shaft. In the flint of the firelight he noted that his cock had left a slim trail of gleaming stickiness across her smooth cheek where it had brushed. In return for her defiance Oruc pulled her head in towards him, past the resistance of her arms on his muscular thighs until her mouth and nose were being forcibly rubbed up and down in the sensitive spot beneath his glans. He looked down to where the furs had puddled around her legs, revealing her long legs and the black g string lending a stark contrast to her pale skin. You will drink from my shaft. He ascertained, pushing his cock down so that it rubbed against her lips, his precum slowly beading and spreading across her face. It was with his fist tangled up in her hair, pressing her face up and down against his cock, that something occurred to him. There was another angle to broach this little humiliation from. He shifted his legs so that they were angled out in a V and bodily dragged her closer, letting go of her head to grasp one of her shoulders and his own cock to put his hand around one of her thighs. Oruc moved Harle, sliding her forward, so that her crotch was pressed against the base of his cock and her hips over his, straddling him. However, if you wish , there was a hiss to the word reminiscent of Traeson, you may instead your udders. His cock was all but nestled between her breasts having grown and hardened in their little struggle. It seemed this way, were Oruc to tit fuck her, it would be a better segue into asserting his primacy over her. Press your udders together against my cock and move up and down, he commanded, knowing that in that motion Harle would end up grinding her sex against his shaft.
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A whimper escaped her as she fought against the brute of an orc. His member so thick, warm and hard that she knew even if she had tried there was no way she would be able to take him in without some serious damage done to her jaw. No matter how much he wanted her to do it. It just wasn't going to fit within. Another tremble racked through her body as he held her firmly in grasp. Maneuvering her body and his shaft to torment her. Her face being pressed against those massive balls that swung heavily with each movement. Her hands pushed against his thighs, her nail biting at the tough leathery skin of his. Drawing back up she sucked up as much air as she possible could through her nose as he rubbed the head of his shaft against her lips. Smearing his precum over the them. Even against her will she could taste the saltiness of it. Struggling as he adjusted her, she knew it was hopeless but part of her wasn't about to just simply give into him. At least at this part where she had the freedom to move. She gasped and whimpered as he forced her to straddle him. Her small sex pressing warmly against the shafts thick base. the feeling made her eyes grow wide, and a deep shaky exhale from her, as his mighty shaft throbbed up along her stomach and force her breasts to spread around them. Till he was nestled between them. Biting her lower lip she fought the slow betrayal of her body, which started to give off a heated wetness against him. Harle could of sworn that she had hear the dragon. Was it possible for him to bee up here? Somehow with all there struggles had she not notice. But as he spoke she looked to the glistening head of his shaft. and grudgingly she pressed her breasts tighter around him. Her eyes closed as more tears begin to trail down her pale cheek. Mixing with the precum that was smeared along her cheeks. She released a shaky sigh and moved, but with each motion , every down ward thrusts and upward she felt something she had never experienced before. Not even by her own hand. The base of his shaft rubbed against the small bead of nerves that was hidden beneath the black fabric. Making her shudder and gasp as her body further betrayed her Her could feel her tighten against him.Sighing she leaned down, gently casting her tongue along the head of him. Tasting that bitter saltiness. She was hoping that the sooner he released, the sooner he would leave her alone. Harle gave small little licks along the giant head as she worked her breasts up and down much of his length. Her breath warm against the head of him as she stopped. Her body shuddering above him in in one would think a mixture of things. Fear was the main core, lace with the pleasurable feeling that her body was fighting against.
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Satisfied at the teery snow elf buckling down to his requests, Oruc leaned back until he was resting on his elbows. He watched the smaller woman press her oversized tits around his massive cock and bring them up and down, the feeling of her soft skin enveloping his hard cock and spurring on his excitement. The feeling of his heat as his testicles drew up against him, the wetness of her own crotch leaking through Harle's g-string and rubbing against the base of his thick shaft. Oruc was surprised when, without any prompting, she leaned her head down and began to lack at his thick head. Seeing her mouth so close to his member he realized that she would barely have been able to fit a third of his member's spongy apex into her mouth. That, in of itself was exciting. His thick, gleaming precum soon started to gain the thick yellow color that was the precursor to an orc's jism. As her hot breath played against the sensitive flesh of his cock he began to buck his hips up off the ground and down again, rubbing against her lithe body where it was wrapped around him, pushing against her breasts and butting into her mouth. He leaned down and reached forward, his huge hands enveloping her breasts and pressing them against the side of his cock as he took control, using her body as a tool for his own pleasure. At the same time he arched his back from shoulder blades to feet, grinding into crotch with his shaft. Put your mouth on my cock and suck, Harle. Use your little tongue on my head. His thick, scratchy, bestial panting began, mirroring a soft, hissing bellowing that seemed to leek into the tower from somewhere outside. It was Traeson. He was experiencing the echo of Oruc's experience, one of the side effects of their bond. His brown skin rubbed against her pale skin, against that white underlied with pink, his breathing, panting almost whistling through his sharp, rending carnivore's teeth. It was then, his fingers pressed against her nipples, Harle's tits around his cock, her crotch wetting his own that he finally came. His massive shaft shuddered as rope after rope of thick yellow cum smeared across her face, hosed into her mouth, spurted across her eyes and onto her pale hair. The orc growled and pushed her to the side, his yellow cum flowing from his member and across her chest, spurting along her voluptuous tits. Your udders look better drenched in my jism, he remarked idly, member slowly going flaccid.
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Despite everything, Harle began to notice small changes of her body that she had not experienced before. Tingling grew between her thighs as her sex moisten at the constant rubbing along his heated pulsing shaft. Inwardly she cursed to herself as her body began to betray her. even as she squeezed her breasts against his cock she rubbed and ground into him. Drawing out few low whimpers from her. God how she hated herself for giving in, hated how her body began to enjoy this force as everything within her despised it. Her face twisted in disgust as she tasted the bitter saltiness of his pre essences. Each lick made her fight not to gag. Her tongue stroked the fat head of his shaft. A few times she attempted t wrap her lips around the entire head of him. Her mouth stretching to the brink, barely able to force the head of his shaft into her mouth, suckling softly as her tongue stroked and dance against the sensitive head of his shaft. Crying out as his hands took hold of her soft pale globes, squeezing them with more strength the she had within her body. Gritting her teeth she stared at him through a blur of tears. Her breathing coming out in quick raspy breaths. Whimpering softly she leaned back over drawing what of the head of him into her mouth. suckling softly, followed with small likes and whimpers as he worked her breasts along his shaft, forcing his hips up to meet up with the thrusts. Her breathing was raspy, and quick in its pants, drawing in as much air as she could as she suckled and his hips bucked up against her mouth. And as he pinched her nipples she tore off the head of him with a cry, timing it well so that she did not choke on the mass amount of his see, that coated her body in thick tainted ropes. Making her gag softly and cringed as if the stuff burned her. Panting heavily she crawl off him, ignoring his words as she crawled with gently rise of her hips, and sway of her bottom. Getting as far as she could from him before clearing the seed from her eyes so that she could open them and look over at the disgusting brute. A look on her face that told him she was not one bit pleased with what just transpired.
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If nothing else, Harle's glared resembled the ire of a drenched cat to Oruc. It held a similar significance in his pantheon of personal priorities irrelevent. However, even through the haze of his post orgasm glow, the orc saw a banner opportunity in which to further cement the dynamic of their relationship. His eyes momentarily whirled polychromatic before returning to their normal darkness as he got up and stroad across the tower's diameter to her. Foolish elf had backed herself up against the wall. Surprising elf for her foolishness, he supposed, glancing down at her naked form wet with his come. She had whimpered with pleasure as she worked his cock, as he had supposed she would, though her body seemed to continue its traitorous route when he took control. It was only when she had crawled away that the orc noticed the most telling sign of her enjoyment of their recreation the wet circle on her g-string. That itself had come on the heels of a second consideration that had only occurred to Oruc when he saw Harle's inability to fit more than a third of his head into her mouth. Open your mouth, he ordered and without waiting to see if the snow elf complied pinched her nostrils shut. His finger dragged a large dollop of his jism from where it had dripped down to her belly and shoved it between her lips. His hand was soon shovelling his tainted come from across her face and chest and into the captive's mouth. Drink up. You were thirsty, after all. When it was perhaps half gone the orc released Harle, You can finish drinking my come from your body or... Well, I could always add to it. There was a smile that brooked no humor, telling that it was as much promise as threat.
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She doubt he would understand how with the back to the wall she felt somewhat at ease. At least nothing else could sneak up on her. Her eyes watched as he stared at her. her cum coated breasts heaved with each heavy breaths, giving small trembles with each exhale and in hale. Her slender hands bushed away her gray black hair, trying to keep it out of the mess that was growing cold upon her body. Slowly drying on her skin. Harle hated how he body betrayed her. Growing slick with the wetness of her arousal. Her body still quivered, the pleasure still there fresh within her mind, making her body grow tighter beneath his gaze. Her brows furrowed as she glared at him. Hate trying to force the small traces of need from her eyes. the thin fabric of her G-string clung wetly to her, her thighs glistened as well, but still she stood there defying it. Fighting it. She wouldn't give into the feeling that had flowed so new through her. Harle shook her head to his demand, she wouldn't so willingly and even when she shook her head he was still gonna make her mouth stretch open. Cutting the air flow she held her breath. held it for all she could before her mouth flew open and a gasp escaped her as she in haled a mouth full of air. Her eye squeezed momentarily shut before growing wide as she felt his fingers along her stomach, hen shoving his seed within her mouth. Her face contorting to disgust. The bitter saltiness attacking her taste buds. Please no, no more, i i dont want to do itshe stammered nervously despite the rage within her. How she wanted to freak out on him.
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The scent of Harle's fear mingled with her lust, that gleaming wetness of her thighs wafting with a particularly gratifying feminine scent, was enough to make Oruc momentarily reconsider. She sounded as though she was on the edge of nervous collapse and, much like a cat with a mouse, Oruc wanted to get more play out of her. However, there had to be a way to leverage her willful compliance between the brittleness of her spirit. It occurred to the orc what that might be. His blunt finger ran over the elf's fill, pale lips. If I put a collar on you would you willing wear it? Were I to fill up a tub with warm water, would you bathe me? These were rhetorical questions, but he was to an extent curious about her answers. About the way that lithe little body would move in warm water. He thought that she would take the respite of a warm bath to clean the quickly drying fluid off of her body, even if it meant cleaning him. It would also, in her mind, grant an opportunity to escape. Not that Oruc would be letting her go without a leash. There was always tomorrow's activities, after all.
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Whether she wanted to or not was in her choice. Either way she'd be wearing this supposed collar he spoke of. She pondered over it for few moments all the while glaring up at him. the taste of his seed still lingered heavily on her tongue. Her eyes watched him, trying to keep still under his gaze, under his touch. Whether I want to or not, Doesn't matter, does it.She said with a small hiss to her words. 'You'd make me wear it anyhow. I know that much.She added her heart still racing as she tried to stand up to him. She wondered then would he kill her if she annoyed him enough? or would he release her. At the mention of a warm bathe she perked up, she desperately wanted to be cleaned up. His seed nearly completely dry by then. though most of it had been forced fed to her. Sighing softly as she heard the remain catch to this bath. It was either sit there with drying semen on her skin, or tolerate bathing with him and help clean him up as well. Her jaw tightened. the muscles seeming to flex beneath the pressure. I suppose I would have no choice. I wish to be cleaned.She said softly
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That was that, it seemed. Oruc appreciated the fire that Harle displayed. There was an underlying character and intelligence, not to mention sheer bravado, that he appreciated. Without responding to the snow elf's bald assertion that her opinions did not matter or the fact of her consent, he went routing through the horde of treasure that surrounded them before he found what he was looking for. It was a thing made of wrought silver with pearls as thick as the last knuckle of a pinkie finger embedded firmly within it. The orc stood silently behind Harle and closed it around her neck, fingers moving smoothly and strongly in a complicated catch. Chances were she would not be able to remove it by her self given the sheer strength involved. It appeared to fit all but perfectly, though considering the way the thing was engineered that was a given. With that came a long leather braid which he affixed to the collar by way of leash. He reached around to her muscular stomach and laid one of his huge hands across it, Behave yourself and you will be rewarded. Do not and, well, you will see what other amusements I could avail myself of. With that he set off naked at a swift pace, pushing the huge oaken doors of his tower open and all but dragging the much smaller snow elf behind him. When they got to the bottom of the tower he took a series of turns and navigated her within the ruins he and Traeson had made their home. By the time they entered into a large house with a copper, claw footed tub there was already a heated bed of coals around the thing. Next to it was a large wooden tub, wide enough for the two of them with a cake of soap on a small shelf arising from the top. The orc displayed his massive strength in the grunting force it took to raise the heated water and topple it over into the wooden tub. It must have weighed hundreds of pounds given how much water there was, not to mention the weight of the copper tub itself. Steamed poured upwards out of the bath. Oruc climbed the small stairs and stepped into it, sitting down on a bench well beneath the water, which would come up somewhere mid torso for him and at Harle's water. Come in. Wash my back. He glanced at the all but naked elf. Remove your panties first, unless you want them sopping wet. There was an almost lewd gleam in his mad, black eyes at that.
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Harle stood still watching the or with weary eyes. In honesty she was exhausted. The orc to her was a puzzle, a mystery. Never knowing what he was going to do next. Her jaw was set as her eyes followed after him. A slender brow going up in an arch. What was he doing? She wondered as he sought for something. He then returned to her. His hulking frame once more towering her. Her eyes went to the thing in his hands. It was clear then what it was he had. A collar and a make shift leash. A soft blush painted her cheeks as s tensed up. Her odd hair fluttering about her like a dark cloud. She allowed him to attach the small device around her neck. Fastening it she turned away only going so far before being stomped by the leash length. Being stubborn as she was she attempted another pull. Getting no where due to his firm grasp on the other end. Rewarded, how could he possibly reward her. She'd only guess it would be death or freedom. She rather the freedom of the two though. Even as he made a small warning threat she knew he'd mean it. Amuse yer selfShe spoke softly her hands on the collar. Tracing it. When he began to make quick way where she presumed was to the bathing quarters, the tug on the collar made her gasp and stumble after him. tryng to keep up with him. But he held bigger strides. Covering more ground then she was able to. Struggling to keep from being dragged long behind him. When they did reach the rough the poor elf was panting heavily, her body tremble as she had tripped multiple of times. Her eyes went to the heated water in its pot to the large tub. Her eyes then swept to him as he released the leash. going forward to dump the water int the large tub. She felt fear within her, growing cold as she watch the muscles in his naked frame twist and bend , moved with such strength and power. Knowing then that her life was being held within those massive hands. Shaking her head at the though of his strength she listened to his words. She didn't want to be naked before him even more then she already was. But he had a point. Sighing Very Well She stripped the last article of clothing from her body. Revealing a smooth pale sex. t was a shade of soft pink not the more white of her skin. Grumbling she approached the tub, her hips rolling in a gentle sway to the tub and got in. Grudgingly she grabbed the bathing sponge before she washed his massive shoulders.
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Oruc sat quietly as Harle bathed the grime and sweat from his back, moving his arms out to facilitate her scrubbing. It had been some time since he had claimed badal , the Orcish for blood debt, from the killing field. It was his right as a member of the warrior caste, regardless of the series of events that had lead him to live outside the expanse of the insular Roughskin Nation. For the last few years he had lived a life of purposeful isolation in cohesion with his bond beast, Traeson, living off the land as an Orc saw fit to do. As a predator, living in closer union with his bond beast, reaching a truer understanding of the philosophy that had guided his education and the culture he arose from. There were few like him past the Shiftlands, the great expanse of competing bog and desert landscape that wiped away trails and explorers alike. The land that formed one of the borders of the Roughskin Nation. The land he had been able to overcome with Traeson. His reminescence halted when Harle finished with his arms, chest and back. He firmly pulled his chattel to the front of his body, balancing her on one of his thick thighs as she worked on his chest and front. In a disdainful motion and a thick grunt he pushed her down his thigh and further into the tub once she finished with that to dunk his body before pulling her back onto his thigh, hot water streaming down his dark, rough flesh. His hands encompassed her middle, thick fingers caressing the ridged muscle of her abdomen, the pale flesh of her thighs as he turned her around and pushed her against the edge of the wooden tub. After chivvying his knee between Harle's legs he wetted the sponge and rubbed it with soap and began vigorously wiping down her back. He lightly ran his thumb down the petite--in relationship to the orc--elf's spine. What were you doing so far from home, Harle? He moved for wet hair over her shoulder and looked at the ornate collar that marked her as his property. The orc pulled her back by the hair so that her back was pressed against his front. The hand with the soap and sponge moved up and down her front. I have not met your kind before, he said by way of addendum to his question. In a smooth motion he slid her down his leg until she was submerged to the neck and back again before sliding her back up. His hands began to dig into the tension of her back, carefully working loose her muscles with his thick, powerful digits as he slowly rocked his leg back and forth.