Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

I'm not dumb...! D-don't laugh! Muuu ... the boy, his pretty face glowing crimson with embarrassment, protested. The way he was dressed though wasn't really helping the sissy bimbo's case... And neither were the tattoos even the most airheaded slut would know better than to let herself be branded with such filth. Chances were that getting cock slapped by big black cock day in and day out had robbed the teen of his precious few brain cells. Romi's belated realization of the spade tattoo's meaning sent a wave of humiliation washing over him, compounded by the fact that everyone else around him knew all along. Mixed in with the shame, however, another emotion surfaced knowing that his young body was permanently marked to show his preference for black men, the bitch boi got a cute little stiffie. As Romi rubbed himself needily against his much bigger boyfriend's armored chest, it became clear that Maher wasn't the only one getting restless. Not long after Maher aired his impatience, the thick vegetation and canopied veil of the forest gave way to a wind-swept hill on which the smugglers' tower stood. On this side, the slope was quite gentle, but on the other side, the promontory met the sea, abruptly plunging down into wave-battered cliffs. As the group trekked up the hilltop, the moss-spotted stones and dilapidated battlements of the old structure came into view. It possessed a squat shape and was rather big its interior refurbished by the gang, the place looked more like a den of iniquity now than a proper lookout tower. Born his keen senses honed by the soldier's life was the first to notice that something was amiss. A faint, unpleasant smell lingered in the air and there were signs of a scuffle near the tower. Just as the burly old veteran raised his hand to signal a halt, large, green shapes appeared from the rocky outcrops that could be found here and there on the hillside. Orcs ! What in the fuck?! Grazz, clearly not expecting to meet anyone other than the forward scouts, whirled around towards the assailants in confusion. Greenskins! Persia yelled, tightening her grip on her scimitar. There were almost a dozen of them. Dressed in animal hides and wielding crude, primitive weapons, they were probably part of a tribe of orcs that was native to this island. Even back in Duskhaven, one could occasionally catch a glimpse of one of these green-skinned brutes in the city's slums, but these ones seemed different somehow they were savage orcs, a feral breed of orcs who were more unpredictable than their brethren, but shared their propensity for violence and breeding... interracial breeding, in particular. Their leader was a huge, brawny orc who seemed to be carrying the unconscious body of Bianca over his shoulder. True to his name, Zorg Whoretaker had gotten himself a nice human bitch to mate with. Judging by the unfortunate, charred remains piled upon the ground, Drake had been less lucky. WraAagh! Kill! Gr aAa gh... Take da bitch! the orc chief barked orders in his guttural voice. Of course, the big orc had pointed at Romi instead of Persia when issuing his second command. Everyone scrambled to drop their crates and unsheathe their weapons. Romi who had been let down onto his high heels clung to his boyfriend's strong, muscular body, trembling in fear. The wimpy femboy's beautiful, sky blue eyes widened as the orcs rushed towards them, D-daddy...! The air whizzed as a glinting piece of metal flew at one of the advancing orcs, embedding itself into the creature's skull one of Grazz's throwing daggers. The orcish oaf's charge was cut short, and he clumsily collapsed into a heap. Nearby, Persia dodged one of the attackers' ungainly swings, and countered with an elegant slash of her own that sent a red arc of blood in its wake. Noticing that these humans were stronger than the last two, Zorg used the commotion to his advantage and disappeared from the fray, leaving the battle between human and orc to rage on.