Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Sigr said Elizar confirming Rakka's suspicions of Ella being a shy virgin were mouth watering, too good to be true. There was no way he could be sure, after all he had been about a couple years away. In the mean time she could have stuffed herself with any boy or man around if she wished to, since no one sane would say no to that combination of heavenly face and hellish ass. Rakka wasn't going to argue the point, the idea was too beautiful to be doubted, and it was just beginning. A beast, yes Rakka nodded while Elizar talked about a classic of human erotica, something that had surprised her when she started to travel. Orcs mostly keep themselves in closed communities, and sure, there was the occasional outing here and there were an orc wanted to fuck something that wasn't green. Rakka wasn't as naive to say that it didn't happen, but judging by all the fantasies that went on those human written books one could think that the only purpose in the life of an orc would be raping defenseless human maidens. There was a subset of novels that also dealt with them assaulting male virgins, but those were quite weirder. Given how vivid Elizar's imagination was, and how detailed his descriptions, Rakka was starting to think that maybe her friend could start writing smut of his own. Dare Elizar, dare Rakka encouraged him, her undergarments keeping a half chub hidden, the increase of volume covered by the loincloth. She wanted to hear everything, what the hell was he dreaming of. It turned out that Elizar seemed excited by the idea of her making some half orcs with his sister, completely crazy over her defiling Ella's innocence in the most orc way possible, or at least what humans thought of them. A traditional orc would probably stay and take the children with her, while Rakka was more about running as the wind before the dawn marked the end of a night of fucking. Ella seemed to have been looking at them, and only she knew what faces could be making at the moment. Luckily it seemed that whatever she may have heard, possibly nothing, she understood it as normal husband-wife attraction. Well, there was nothing normal in the fake marriage of those mercenaries, so anything was possible. Another distraction allowed for Rakka's cock to calm down and deflate, providing Elizar could stop talking about her fucking his family, as Ella and her ass opened their way into the family home. This was going to be weird, and saying that after Elizar's morbid tirade was saying something. Click to expand... Stepping into his house for the first time in two years was a nostalgic experience. Things were a bit different but remained essentially the same. The dining table, the old piece of oak that dated to his grandfather's time, was in the center away from the wall with the swinging wooden windows that he remembered. But it was still there. Places everywhere that could look a good with a drape, were indeed draped in whites and blacks. Even the table cloth followed his mother's particular sense of color aesthetics. A low, by his family's standards, cieling closed the enclosure while light from the open wooden windows streamed inside. Pots and cauldrons lined the wall around a coocking hearth, practically touching said ceiling in the far side of the room. Originally, said hearth had been a chimney back when the house had been smaller and this the central room. But with the growth of the family, adjecent rooms had been made that expanded upon the original edifice. Still being the biggest room in the whole house, it was now but a kitchen and greeting room rolled together into one. And just liked he remembered, his father was expectantly seating with a smile on his face to one side, and his mother with a frown on the other. The situation obviously called for a traditional and formal greeting. 'Sup ma. 'Sup pops, Elizar happily belowed as rushed forward with a raise palm. His father raised his and the manliest high five was heard through the house. His mother hers and the girliest face slap was heard as well. None of that, greet your mother properly, She warned him with a glare. Seriously, was it beat Elizar up day or something? Sorry ma, The blond big mercenary apologized and spread his arms wide. Fixing with that same glare for a few seconds more, his mother's frown faltered and it instead turned into a happy smile as she embraced him. Oh, my honey, you are still such a child! She cooed at him as she got on the tips of her toes to rain kisses on his cheeks. His mother, just like all the woman folk of his family, was short in comparison to their men. Standing half a head taller then Ella, Larene seemed to be a strange prototype for the girl to be designed from. A pretty face that had traded all the baby fat and contours for the mature cuts of a well aged woman, she was still breath taking to look at it. Where Ella had ass, Larene had hips, multi pregnancies and births giving her the kind of fecund figure that assured any passer by that she could bare their children. Where his sister was flat, his mother was stacked, her breasts pushing against her blouse in a most tantalizing way, proof that she could feed them as well. A few gray hairs crowned her otherwise golden mane His father, on the other hand, was a boring contrast comparatively. Taller then even Eliazar by, again, half a head he looked exactly like his son would sans a goatee and with the addition of also a few grey hairs. And a mustache. Which, admittedly, he rocked very well. So, I heard talk of you getting a wife, He mirthfully chuckled, the implied request to present it to them laced in his tone. Oh yeah, I gained one of those. Ma, Pa, this is Rakka! Elizar happily complied as he disengaged from his mother's deadly maternal grip and stepped aside to present the best lady in the whole world. Before anyone could say anything, Renizar the elder sprung from his seat and, in two strides, was before the green beauty. I know he is a bit hard to deal with, my boy Elizar. But I have never, for a single second, doubted his taste in delectable beauties. And you, daughter, are proof enough of that. Welcome to the family, The older man rumbled as he open his arms and clutched the Orcish woman in a hug. A hug that, by pure happenstance to be sure, ended with both of his hands cradling her luscious buns behind her loincloth. Renizar, Lucine warned before a feminine figure came out of the hall way. Did I hear right, did Eli bring a girl home? Ellane the eldest daughter of the family hopefully asked. At the sight of her little brother and wife looking at her, she let out a shit eating grin. It's true, and she's less pretty then me! She giggled as she walked to take a chair. If Ella was the ass woman and Lucine the Hip woman of the family, then Ellane was the breast woman. Because, you see, she didn't have breasts. No, not really. What she had were tits . Big orbs of tit flesh that equaled her head in size. Her dress, naturally, had a window that revealed the creamy skin that made up the crevice between both puppies. Freckles dotted her otherwise white skin and, if Elizar wasn't imagining things, her nipples were pushing through the cloth. Being as blond as the whole family, her face was like a middle ground between her sisters and her mother's and all the more beautiful for it. Oh, she had nice ass and hips but, seriously, was that what anyone was going to notice when looking at her?