Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

Karak hardly noticed the princesses sudden limpness. He was already too close to finishing what had begun at the beginning of the ambush to notice or even care. As his powerful muscles tensed, and his thick cock expanded, his razor sharp teeth took tender but firm control of Lyrianna's lower lip, drawing blood as the pleasure welled within his muscular body. His seed spent itself with force and duration uncommon to men, quickly filling up the tiny she-human's innards and leaking around the edges of where their flesh met. It was hotter too then any man's, and the smell was quite different. It was almost a putrid sweetness that filled the tiny bit of air surrounding them before being whisked away in the light breeze of the day. The chemicals involved had many of the female Orcs sniffing and suddenly feeling aroused themselves, a few broke off with their mates to do just that. As the princess absorbed not only the scent, but the chemicals through her body it would do much the same, though every human was different in how they reacted. To some it burned, the touch, to some it turned them numb, and others felt the incredible need to continue what had just happened. The Orc Chieftan did not give much time for any of that to happen. After two deeply satisfying breaths he knelt, then stood, and redressed himself. Turning to one of his warriors he snarled a question, How many dead? Only eleven Karak, but many more wounded, these knights had keen bites. At least ten more will die by the nightfall. Karak accepted the losses with a curt nod and grunt, We will honor the fallen with a feast. Kill the horses, Horse-meat was far more desirable then man-meat. Cut off the knights heads and place them on stakes at the edge of the forest. These humans are superstitious and will believe we are devils, Orcish devils, the very best kind of fear... Hmm... Don't forget the weapons, they make good steel. The warrior nodded, and jogged off to relay orders. Karak the Defiler turned around and his one yellow, and one green eye fixed on the little nymph whom he had enjoyed so fully. Get up, He said with a snap of his now gleaming white teeth. When she struggled, he gave her another backhanded slap that sent her back to the ground. When I speak to you, you shall reply with 'yes master' or 'no master' and nothing else, unless I ask it... Now, get up. As she stood and replied, he grasped her arm in a vice grip while pulling one of his sharpest, but smallest blades from the folds of his leather armor. Without a word he drew his sign into her fleshy arm, This is until you may be properly marked, so that none of my warriors try and take my prize. It was simple sign, three slashes at the same angle, with wavy line across it. Karak was most skilled in this, and accomplished the task in mere seconds, only cutting deep enough to make sure the scar would remain. Then he licked the blood clean from her arm, and his blade. A second chemical was now injected into the princesses body, a healing agent that left horrible scars, but kept the wounded from dying. Wrenching the princesses slight frame forward, he pushes her towards their camp. It was a long march, one that Lyrianna was forced to make blindfolded for the majority of it, until they were underground and the secret entrance was closed. As they descended the heat grew until perspiration formed on both the Orcs and the she-human's skin. They were greeted by a victorious howl from their comrades, and soon enough mead was being spread while the horses were cooked. Karak took his prize directly to her new cell. A caged room just outside of his own cave. The cage would protect her from unwanted advances just as well as it kept her from escaping. A dirty brown sack was within, bloodstained, but enough to give some dignity. Karak returned two or three hours later, intoxicated, but not yet drunk. He eyed his prisoner, watching, waiting for what her reaction to her new home would be.