“Next,” he said, “we shall need to pass through the Bautul common-room, as it is open to this path. So I must warn you, lass, that you may see sights that shall vex you.”
Ella shot him an uneasy look, and felt her steps slowing against the stone. “Like what?” she asked. “Like — orcs? Together?”
And looking at Natt’s unreadable face, she could still remember his very careful answers to all her incessant questions, from years ago. What do orcsdo, without any women. What happens when an orc can’t find a mate. What do you mean, orcs often mate witheach other?
“Ach, that,” Natt said, slowly. “But also, my Bautul brother Silfast has of late found a mate. A woman. They oft take their joy here also.”
Ella couldn’t deny the spark of interest at that — there was truly anotherwomanhere, among all these highly terrifying orcs? And when Natt guided her forward again, toward the distinct sounds of noise and voices up ahead, Ella went willingly beside him, her eyes searching in the slowly brightening light.
Abruptly the stone corridor around them opened wide all around, curving into a large, circular room. There were low stone benches cut into the walls, and wooden tables and chairs scattered about, and in the middle of the room there was a tall, cylindrical chimney of some sort, going straight up into the stone ceiling. At the base of this there burned a crackling fire, dancing orange light on the stone walls all around.
And upon closer inspection, Ella could see that there werecarvingscut into the smooth stone walls. Clear, unmistakable images of armed orcs and men, fighting viciously against each other. And also — Ella’s face heated — images of naked orcs and women, and evenmen, all cavorting together, with the orcs’ huge appendages jutting into every orifice imaginable.
But Ella’s shock at the sight was short-lived, because her eyes had darted back to the room itself, and the dozen-odd living orcs filling it. And while much of their activity was entirely innocuous — some of them were eating, some were talking together, a few were playing some kind of war-game at a table — some of the orcs were —doing things, to one another.
One orc was using his hand on another’s huge, dripping cock, sliding up with sure, steady strokes while the first orc gasped and moaned. Another one had his trousers down to his knees, showing his bare arse, while his hands pinned another orc face-first to the wall before him, his hips snapping powerfully against the orc’s equally bare backside.
And there, on the opposite side of the room, a massive, particularly hideous orc sat sprawled on the stone bench, his trousers pulled low, with anaked womankneeling between his legs. And the woman’s head was bobbing up and down over the orc’s groin, her mouth sucking his huge, glistening length deep down her throat.
The woman was plump and dark-haired, her face partially hidden by the fall of her hair, but the orc had raised his eyes toward Natt and Ella, and actually lifted a sharp claw, andbeckonedthem over toward this unspeakable sight. And more astonishing still, Natt actuallywent, still holding Ella against him, while Ella’s traitorous eyes held fast to the rapidly nearing reality of this woman, with this hideous orc’s huge cock sliding steadily in and out of her stretched, sucking mouth.
The woman didn’t even look at them as they approached, and instead kept her fluttering eyes fully on the orc’s ugly face, while one of her hands gripped tight around the base of him, the other curled over his heavy hanging bollocks. The orc had a clawed hand carded deep into her hair, but he wasn’t even looking at her, and had instead nodded his shaggy head toward Natt, and then Ella.
“Speaker,” he said, his voice heavy and gravelly. “Our women ought to meet one another.”
“Ach,” Natt replied, his eyes flicking with astonishing casualness to the still-sucking woman, who hadn’t yet spared them a single glance. “Shall we return, when she is done?”
“No, she has almost earned her seed,” the ugly orc said, with an unmistakably affectionate look down toward her dark bobbing head. “Now, woman, you shall show them how this ought to be done. You shall take me as hard as you can, and you shall not spill adrop.”
The woman gave a jerky little nod, as much as she likely could under such circumstances, with this orc’s huge, swollen cock bearing into her desperately swallowing throat. And then, as Ella watched in shocked, staring fascination, the woman seemed to double her efforts, taking the orc deeper, harder, faster. Her eyes madly fluttering, her hands clutching against him, her mouth moaning with audible, undeniable pleasure as her gaze darted, brief, up toward Ella.
But the ugly orc’s hand had actuallyslappedagainst the woman’sface, gentle but purposeful, and her eyes immediately snapped back to him again, her throat giving another low, heated groan. And Ella could almost see the orc’s huge body tensing, his black eyes glazing, his claws clenching deeper into the woman’s hair —
His growl of pleasure was hoarse and rasping, his hips thrusting up deeper into the woman’s throat, until he was buried almost all the way — and Ella could actuallyseethe base of that huge cock shuddering as it surged its seed into the woman’s mouth. And the woman was moaning too, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth now making shocking slurping noises as she swallowed again and again, eagerly taking this hideous orc’s pleasure deep down her throat.
Once he’d finally seemed to finish, the woman still kept him there, his seemingly softened length now fully concealed inside her reddened mouth, until he gave another light slap to her cheek. Only then did she finally draw away from him, that slick, glistening grey cock sliding slow, smooth, and still astonishingly long from her still-sucking lips.
“Good,” the orc said, as his clawed hand tilted the woman’s face up toward him, his other hand come to brush a finger against her swollen mouth, which indeed betrayed no trace of his seed. “Good woman. This pleased me.”
The woman gave another sigh of palpable pleasure, her still-naked body sagging slightly against his parted legs, and the orc abruptly reached down, and drew her up onto his lap. Revealing her plump, naked body entirely to Ella’s blinking eyes, and even — Ella couldn’t help a gasp — reaching one hand around to squeeze her heavy breast, while the other hand deftly spread her voluptuous thighs apart, and began to delve up between.
“Now you may greet our new guest,” he said to the woman, with rather wicked satisfaction, and Ella felt an odd, surprising twist of solidarity as the woman’s dazed, blinking eyes finally darted up toward them, her face gone a deep, betraying red.
“Hello,” she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper. “I’m Stella. Of Clan Bautul. And this is my mate Silfast.”
The orc gave an approving squeeze to her breast, making the woman — Stella — gasp, her eyes dropping to where his other audacious hand was still playing between her spread thighs, his fingers sliding deeper, while his mouth came close to her ear, and murmured a deep, guttural stream of filthy-sounding black-tongue into it. To which the woman moaned again, and then turned to sweetly kiss the orc’s scarred cheek, whispering something back into his ear.
The entire scene was so utterly distracting that it took Ella a full moment to find her voice again, her oddly tingly body belatedly gripping to Natt’s solid, reassuring bulk beside her. “Um, and I’m Ella,” she said faintly. “It’s very lovely to meet you.”
Stella flashed her a genuine, if flustered smile — but it swiftly faded into another heated gasp, her red lips parting, as Silfast’s fingers vanished deeper between her thighs. And when Natt nudged Ella away toward the corridor opposite, she willingly went, though her legs felt dangerously wobbly, her breath coming in short, desperate gulps.
“Um,” she said to Natt, once they seemed a safe distance away, “is that, um,normal, around here?”
“Ach, I ken,” Natt replied, his voice steady, but when Ella looked at him, his eyes on her were wary, searching. “Has this vexed you, lass? Or made you afraid?”
Vexed.Afraid. Ella couldn’t seem to find an answer to that, currently, her eyes only blinking blankly at Natt’s watching face. And when he hesitated, and then pulled her sideways into what appeared to be an empty room, there was no resisting that either, no coherent thoughts left in her head.
“Speak, lass,” Natt said, as he dropped his lamp close beside them, and then pressed Ella up against the stone wall, his warmth huge and close and safe before her. “I know not this scent, that is upon you. It is” — he leaned in, and Ella willingly tilted her head as his face ducked close into her neck, and inhaled deep — “hunger, and awe, andwhat else.”
