Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Sigr said Rakka looked at Elizar's smug grin as he talked of her wanting to go there and meet them. Sure, it was a lie, but that was only because she didn't know the allotment of hot girls and women in her companion's family, or she would have raided the windmill ages ago. Larene's hug distracted her from the visions of sacking and fire, as it seemed to be their custom to dive face first into her green tits. Of course, it they wanted to do so without the limits of armor it could be arranged. Bitchy Ellane didn't seem to handle well not being in the spotlight, and Rakka wished to show her how much of a beast she could be if she kept calling her one. Wait, was she eyeing her? It was hard to say with Rakka's own eyes having trouble looking at her beautiful face instead of being glued to her enormous tits, but still. It took a bit of restrain for her to not lick and such those fingers that brushed her face, having a taste of Ellane while giving her a sample of her tongue skills. Once Ellane was gone, Rakka didn't bother about how long they were going to stay, as those things didn't seem of importance at the moment. Of course, once her lust was sated over and over again, she would feel the need for wandering once more, as there was no way she was staying there after what was about to happen. Elizar's interest for seeing her impregnate humans didn't entirely come as a surprise, as his dirty mind sometimes broached the topic, but Rakka never thought she was going to give him some green nephews and nieces out of his desire. Dinner was nice, not only due to the roof over their heads and warm food, but also was filled with the best of Elizar and Rakka's adventures. Sure, even if most violence tales were told as happened, or even recreated with a very graphical use of a spoon and a potato, the lewder parts of their stories were mostly skipped, as it would reveal to those ignorant the kind of varied equipment any orc had. As predicted, they were going to sleep in Ella's room, so things were going accordingly to the plan, even if calling an idea born from Elizar's burning groin a plan was doing it a favor. Once there, Rakka was looking amused all around, seeing all the pink stuff, the girly trinkets. Of course, during her adventures Rakka had enjoyed her share of girly girls, but no one of them possessed such a womanly posterior, that meaty abundance created a contrast with Ella's innocent face that was more dangerous than the business end of a blade. Rakka was about to ask Elizar if he was sure, but his expression gave no doubt about it, he really wanted it. She was about make a joke about the size of her orcish seduction skills, but Elizar said that he wanted her to fuck her whole family, leaving her baffled and mute. Before she could ask if that also meant his father, even if she doubted so, Ella entered her room, fidgety and stuttering. Maybe she thought that husband and wife were up to having marital sex then and there and that made her nervous? She sure looked cute, though, making Rakka want to devour her. Rakka stretched her arms to the sides, grunting as she did so, her muscles tensing, her breasts perking up as she did so. It was an innocent gesture, but she knew that it brought many of her talents out and tended to make fair maidens and innocent boys all around weak in the knees. So many days of travel... she added, flexing a little bit. Can't wait to get rid of these... Rakka started to work on the belts and buckles of her leather armor, her breasts moving more and more free with each movement. Even if she obviously could do it herself, she feigned some difficulty to reach some of them. Ella, can you help me with these? she asked, Rakka showing a couple of buckles under each of her arms. Releasing those would make the armor fall to the ground, leaving only a dirty and stinky camisole between Ella's face and Rakka's green orbs, and even that rag of cloth wouldn't last long on her either. Can't sleep with all of this on, makes me restless she said, easing Ella into undressing her, that last word could almost be smelled on the air. Maybe other girls or women like Ella had cute playful puppies on their chests, but Rakka's tits were hounds, firm yet giving boobs with a sizeable dark green areola surrounding hard and generous nipples that looked almost as menacing as herself. Click to expand... If Elizar had his way, Rakka was going to be giving him more then nephews or nieces He was due some brothers or sisters as well! Anyway, he was just going to lay back and let Rakka convince his sister to let her fuck her right then and there, in front of him. It sounded insane that it would actually happen but, well...he wasn't ever going to bet against his partner. ---------- Ella started sweating profusely as she watched her brother's wife show off. It wasn't the proximity, although she could all but feel the heat emanating from the orc's delicious breasts. It wasn't the muscle tone, although the biceps and shoulders of the woman looked good enough to bite . It wasn't the sweet, sweet smell of Rakka musk that she knew was just waiting for her. It was the fact that the orc, his brother's wife, was about to fuck her. She heard them talk. Heard some of their plan. And she had stayed quiet during the dinner as the introduction as she mulled the situation over. She had wanted to kick her brother brutally for a while. Using her steel toed shoes for good measure but another bigger emotion burned under the surface which is why she couldn't even bring herself to look at the woman for too long at all Desire. Ella was a virgin. Oh, she had kissed her share of boys...and girls. But she had been saving her virginity for the one day that she married. Keeping things classical, romantic and shit. But here, right then and now, was sex. It wasn't so far future event in her wedding night and it wasn't with some imagined groom. It was with her brother's wife and one of the hottest woman she had ever met. And the thought of cheating on her brother with his own wife was just... She was going to get fucked. Because she knew, as soon as she heard them talk, that she wasn't going to say no. And here she was. S-sure, She muttered as she extended two hands with trepidation towards the Orc's buckles. They weren't puzzles. And they weren't hard. Each time one of them came undone, her armor sagged in her frame and fell off a little bit more off the Orc. And with every inch of her armor off her body...was more Orc flesh revealed. Round orbs of green delight started showing under a sweaty camisole. Like fruits that just begged to be caressed. And with the last strap the whole leather work fell with a thump and the only thing keeping her from those tits was a layer of cotton barely more then a thread thick. And then, before she could say anything the orc took her hands with her own and made her grip the garment. There were no further words as they rose and, with them, her under shirt, revealing acres of green skin in their paths. Ella's eyes bulged as the shirt crept over the underside of her tits until, with a flash of dark green, her areolas appeared as if by magic and then the shirt climbed above the top of breast valleys. And then, just like that, the shirt went over her head and the Orc was left topless before the young teenager. Elizar in the side whistled his appriciation, the sight of his pal topless always being memorable. All she could thing of, then, was how...aggressive those chesticles looked. This nipples were already erect, pointing at her like swords. And they weren't nunbs either, they were long enough to extend, as if they were made to force feed any hypothetical children of hers. And then she could take it no more. You're going to fuck me, aren't you? She asked, finally bold enough to look at the gorgeous woman in the eye. Except, it wasn't a question really. It was more of a statement. And then one left hand shot out and grabbed Rakka's left tit. Holding in an icepick grip, her thumb pushing against the bottom of the breast just under her teat, she held it in her hands until the flesh spread around her fingers and pointed the nipple at her face. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward and bit it . Her teeth clapping over the dreamy flesh but not being able to even open the tough skin over them. Her tongue started to feel the nice soft puffy nub inside her, lapping up all the delicious pungent sweat glazed with orc skin oil. Her nose filled with acrid breast musk and she sucked her hard as she swallowed the slime she sucked of the tit. It send a tint of electricity down her spine.