The Banana Slug: Yep, here's the game plan, I have worked on the five chapters, but I will now write the chapter and release it, for all your viewing pleasure! :D

Anyway, we all know Grom Hellscream! He's a badass orc who takes names and chops off ball sacks.

None can defeat the Warsong!

LustCraft

By The Banana Slug

Chapter 6: The Warsong's Lust

It was during the days before the Third War, the orc and human war waged on, with the Warsong the most difficult and dangerous of the orc hordes. This clan was ruled by the blood-thirsty Grom Hellscream, a veteran of the Second War and a powerful warrior.

Grom sat on his wood throne, his axe slumped against his leg as the light of fire glistened from his green skin. He slouched on his throne with a bored hate, glaring at the fiery torches that surround his main hall, if you could call it one.

Then, two orc grunts approached the throne of Grom, bringing something that perked the chieftain's curiosity exceedingly. They brought in a young woman, around eighteen of years, bravely appearing before him. She had long blonde hair, fair skin, brown eyes, and a fine body with child-bearing hips and bountiful breasts. She wore a long white dress, a small silver circlet, and a pair of expensive white shoes.

She stood before the chieftain, unafraid and staring directly at the orc, who leered at her, giving a dark grin in response.

"Hellscream!" announced the orc, "This royal human has come to beg for her father's life.""I never said that," interrupted the girl.

"Bitch, you will be silent!" growled the orc, but the girl walked past them and came closer to the chieftain. The grunts barked at her and brandished their axes, Grom held his hand out and they lowered their guard reluctantly.

"Grom Hellscream, my name is Elaine Lionsword, daughter of Olvo Lionsword and owner of the countless properties of land you have razed," announced the young noble, "I beg you, please leave my father and his people be. This senseless bloodshed is too much for me and my father to bear."

Grom laughed at her, she flinched slightly at his response. "You are frail and lack any diplomatic experience, wench!" taunted Grom, grabbing a leg of pork from a nearby table and tearing the meat out with his sharp boar teeth. He continued as he chewed his meat, "And what if I say no?"

Elaine glared at him, she then looked down in her thoughts. "I…I don't have anything to threaten you with," she admitted softly, then declaring loudly, "I was under the belief you would understand the people you are killing, chieftain! Innocent people!"

"I understand, wench!" chuckled Grom, then declaring back, "But you don't understand that your pitiful father has kept orcs as slaves, my people. If you are here to protect your humans, I am here to liberate my people! Orc! Innocent Orcs! We prefer action than words, human. You have wasted my time, child, return to your father and tell him that his blood will feed the crops!"

Elaine looked at him with shock and despair, then looked down and shook her head softly in misery. She turned around and began to walk away. Grom looked at her and sighed, then shouting out, "However, girl. If you are willing to bring me an offering, I may leave your father alone…for the time being."

Elaine swiftly turned to Grom with shock, then a soft smile. She walked to him again and bowed her head, "I…I knew we could talk this over.""I'm sure," chuckled Grom, stretching as he demanded, "Tell me what you offer, girl."

"I…well, we could give you crops and wheat in exchange for safety," bargained Elaine.

"Bah! Give me something I can't take by force!" roared Grom, startling Elaine a bit.

"Uh, well, I have many jewels and gold at my own disposal, Hellscream," offered Elaine hesitantly, "My crown alone is worth more than ten pieces of gold…"

"Again! I can take your crown by force if I want to! I could take any valuables you have with a swift fist and a strong army!" roared Grom as he stood up. After that outburst, he looked at the defensive noble again, scanning her body as she trembled before him.

Grom smiled and sat back down, "Maybe…something…personal."

"Personal?" asked a wary Elaine curiously, "I don't…I don't know what you…"

"Something personal, something guarded," explained Grom gladly, "Something…pure."

She gasped as she looked at him with shock, her cheeks glowing in surprise at his request. She slightly shook her head, then asking out with surprise, "My…virginity? You want…my virginity?"

"Although, I could take that as well," hissed Grom, leaning at the girl. Elaine stepped back a bit, only to see the orc grunts blocking her path.

She looked back at him with fear, gulping loudly, then letting out swiftly, "You can take my virginity…but wouldn't a real warrior wish to bed a women by consent?"

"Explain?" replied an amused Grom, he nudged his head to the grunts. The grunts nodded with a mutual grin and walked out, leaving the two alone together in the throne room.

"I mean, wouldn't you want a woman to engage in the…carnality with gusto?" she explained with a nervous tone in her pretty voice, "Isn't it tiring to feel fists and scratches against your…muscular physique? Wouldn't you prefer…" She stopped and took a deep breath, blushing in nervous arousal in her own words, "Wouldn't you…prefer moans of pleasure than screams of terror and misery? I offer…more than…than my virginity…I offer my…consent…"

She looked at him as he stared at her with his glaring red eyes, he began to chuckle darkly. He then laughed out, "I was wrong about you, Elaine Lionsword, daughter of Olvo Lionsword…you do have diplomatic experience."

Elaine shuddered gave him a reluctant smile, thankful for the comment, yet knowing full well what the cost will be. "How…How long will you…need me?" she asked with reluctance.

"Do not worry, wench, I will not make you a part of my harem," reassured Grom, then explaining with a smile, "I will only use you until I have had my fun, human."

Elaine nodded and blushed, closing her eyes. She breathed in and out slowly and looked up at the chieftain softly, "How do we…do this, then?"

"Come," demanded the orc. She looked up at him with worry and nodded, walking up to him as he commanded. She stopped in front of him, he still sat on his throne as he grabbed her dress.

He slowly lifted the skirt up to reveal her naked legs, as well as a metal chastity belt protecting her virginity. She gasped and blushed, "I'm so sorry!" she apologized in embarrassment, "I…I forgot all about…"She heard a grunt and felt a hard tug down below. She looked down and saw Grom pulling on the chastity belt, before ripping it off from her thighs and throwing it on the floor without care. She gasped in surprise and was impressed by the orc's strength and tenacious behavior, much to her self chagrin. She breathed out as he pressed his hands against her naked thigh as her dress fell down against his arms. He let them fall down her leg and let go of her. "Turn around," he played with her hair as she did so, knowing full well that it was just beginning. Grom unbuttoned his fly, pulling out his hard green dick, already getting hard and ready as he ordered the noblewoman again, "Now, lift you dress up."

She nodded and grabbed the skirt, lifting it up and revealing her plump rear to him. She turned her head around and saw his large erection, yelping out and turning away. Elaine began to tremble and closer her eyes, still holding her dress up.

"It's…it's huge," she stammered, "Will it hurt?"

"Only for a while, woman," reassured Grom, reaching out and grabbing her thighs. He slowly forced her to sit down on his lap, his erection poking against her sensitive lips.

"Please be gentle," pleaded a frightened Elaine.

"For an orc, my pretty…" chuckled Grom proudly, "That is an impossibility!"

Elaine yelled out as he forced his manhood deep in her virgin slit, ripping through her hymen and being the first man to ever penetrate her. She whimpered as her arms shook, her hands pressed against her stiff legs. She panted loudly as a slight pain rocked in her vagina, clenching her teeth and shivering.

"Ow," she let out, blood slightly trickling down Grom's shaft. Elaine yelped when a hard thrust was felt in her slit, followed by more rapid thrusts into her. She moaned in slight pain and strong pleasure, her body bouncing slightly with every one of the chieftain's hard thrusts. Her legs trembled wildly as she panted loudly, clenching her eyes as sweat began to drip from her forehead. Her face was red, hair hanging against her face, the Warsong's master showing no restraint.

Grom grunted with a dark smile, looking at her soft plump rear as it slammed down on his lap with every one of his thrusts. His long shaft in her virgin womanhood, beginning to get wetter and wetter every time he drove into her faster.

Elaine arched her back and yelled out, whipping her hair as she was forced to pleasure the orc. She felt him go faster and faster, feeling a pleasure she felt only once, when she masturbated on a table edge when she was fourteen.

"Grom! Grom!" she moaned out, her pain still there, but becoming less noticeable. Elaine breathed loudly with every second, his cock showing her no mercy what-so-ever.

The orc squeezed his fingers into her soft thighs, Elaine yelping out, and began to lift her up slightly and slam her down onto his strong cock. He licked his chops and gave a wild grin, enjoying this young human's wet and soft virginity and her moans of ecstasy.

She rapidly panted as her climax began to reach higher and higher, before screaming out as her body began to tremble. Elaine continued to pant as the pleasure took over her body, already sweating and blushing. She panted even as she was still forced to bounce on the orc's shaft, before he began to slow down and let go of her.

The noblewoman got up with her dress falling back down, only to fall on her knees and hands. She arched her back and looked at the chieftain, getting up with his penis hard as a rock. "Are you…are you finished…yet?" she panted out.

"Hardly, woman," replied the orc, quickly getting up and slowly stomping to her. Every stomp made her body quiver, biting her lower lip and preparing herself mentally and physically. He fell down on his knees behind her, grabbing her dress and ripping it in half. Elaine squeaked at this, her naked rear and legs fully visible and now her beautiful dress is ruined.

The daughter of the nobleman yelped as he pushed into her again, mounting her like an animal. This time, however, the pain was gone, only the pleasure remained. The chieftain rammed into her with gusto as she moaned out, her fingers digging into the ground and instinctually lifting her rear up a little.

Grom Hellscream put his hand on her neck and began to rub it as he pressed his hand against her side, grinning as he mated roughly with the noblewoman. Elaine liked this, feeling his rough hands caress her flesh softly while his rams were hard and animalistic. "Feels good, doesn't it, human?" interrogated Grom seductively.

"Yes…Ah! Mmmmh! Yes…it does! Nnnnnh!" she moaned out, keeping herself from falling down from the strength he puts into his rapid pounding, "It's…Ah! You're too hard! Nnnnnnyaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Mh! Enh! Uh!"

Grom ignored her statement about his thrusts, continuing in using her body to his pleasure. Growling at the moment, he began to pound harder and faster into her slit. Elaine moaned and squeaked loudly as he increased speed, tears of pleasure dripped from her eyes as her vaginal juices dripped out of her flower with every massive thrust from her orc lover.

Suddenly, a warm liquid shot into her, spilling out her womanhood. Elaine groaned in surprise, feeling it drip out as Grom gave a few more thrusts into her. He growled and roared as he came into the girl, she yelped in fear as he did this.

Elaine groaned in relief as he pulled out of her, his erection still present as she was panting as if out of breath, sweating incredibly, her whole body blushing, and her eyes watery. In a laugh, Grom gave her rear a hard smack. She squeaked and nearly lost her balance, almost falling on the floor.

"A fine trade, you are an attractive piece, even for a human!" laughed Grom Hellscream in his own way of a compliment, getting up.

"Did you…did you have to…release inside me?" she whimpered out, out of breath, "What if I…receive your child…"

"Democracy is all about risks, girl," hissed Grom, looking down at her vulnerable state, "And besides, we are far from done, girl."

"But...but we already bred together," whined Elaine, getting up on her knees and tugging down her ripped dress, trying to hide her naked rear from the perverse Hellscream.

"I said I wanted you until I have had my fun, human," reminded Hellscream, "And I have not yet had my fun."

Elaine blushed and looked at him with wide eyes, then looked down with a sigh and released the grip on her ruined dress hesitantly. She stood up and faced him, pressing her hands on her hips, rubbing them before the chieftain, much to his amusement. She then grabbed her ripped dress and lifted it up, removing it and revealing her breasts to the blood-thirsty orc. "Does…this please you?" asked Elaine timidly, posing half-heartedly with a soft smile.

"It does, human, it does," hissed Grom, stepping towards her as she blushed and looked at him innocently. He pressed his hands on her rear and rubbed her cheeks as she swayed her hips slightly in his grasp, pressing her hands against his chest.

She felt his tip prod against her lips again, she panted at this move, then yelping when he shoved it back into her vagina once again. She groaned in surprise when he suddenly lifted her up, her legs instinctually wrapping around his waist and her hands holding onto the back of his neck.

"You learn quick, wench," growled Grom with a toothy smirk. Elaine blushed and looked away, holding in her moans and pants as he began to thrust his cock into her again.

His thrusts were the same as before, they were strong, fast, and durable. Elaine could not hold onto her moans of ecstasy anymore, already deflowered and beginning to want more.

"Grom! You're incorrigible!" she moaned out, her voice cracking, "You! Ah! Are! Too! Nh! Savage! Ah! Mh! Nah!" The sound of pounding flesh was heard throughout the throne room, Elaine now a toy in Grom's hands. Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts pounding into her, Grom staring at them from time to time.

The young Elaine hung her head back, panting and moaning as he didn't stop, thrusting and thrusting, ramming into her without stop or tire. Her whole body shook, her grip almost gone as she held on for goodness sake.

Grom walked to a nearby table, still mating wildly with the young noblewoman, who moaned and grunted the whole way. He pushed the food onto the floor and rested her rear on the table, slowing down before slowly pulling out of her wet slit. She disconnected her limbs from him and rested her hands on the table as she kept her legs closed together, looking up at him innocently.

He grabbed her legs and rested them on his shoulders, quickly thrusting his penis back into her wet flower. She gasped and bit her lip as he returned to thrusting into her tight slit, pounding flesh heard once again.

"Grom! Too much! Nyah! Too! Much! Feels! Too! Good!" she squeaked out, her body shaking from Grom's monstrous rams, "Can't! Handle! It! AAAAAGH! Nnnnnh! Oh! Ah! Mmmmmmh! Slow! Ah! Slow! Aaah! Slow down!"

"The Warsong don't take requests!" replied Grom, laughing out loud as he pounded his cock into her soft folds, her moans and gasps music to his orc ears.

"You…you…you bastard! AAAAAAHAAAAH!" she moaned out, feeling her climax returning, shaking throughout her body as Grom continued to pound into her without mercy, getting close to the edge himself.

She looked up at him, her innocence still there, even with these series of unfortunate events. Her eyes were wet from the pleasure and her face burning red. Her large breasts bouncing wildly and her slit wet with excitement. She grunted and cooed as he went faster and faster, before flinching and shuddering in fear when he roared again, semen shooting into her again.

Elaine sighed when she felt the orc pull his flaccid penis out, freeing her legs as she quickly closed them together. She looked up at him, panting with great tire, a determination that was present during their first meeting.

"Grom, how can I be sure that you will keep your promise?" she questioned in suspicion.

"Am I that much of a bastard to betray a fair maiden's plea for mercy?" chuckled Grom, then adding seriously, "Not today. You pleased me enough to keep my word. I honor your request and spare your pitiful father!"

Elaine gasped in relief, looking up at him with her ever-present innocence and smiled, "Thank you. Despite your cold-heart, you are fair, Hellscream. Perhaps you may prove how fair you are someday, perhaps during something heroic, maybe."

"Don't lecture me, girl, you have pleased me, but that doesn't give you the right to assume so much," barked Grom gruffly. She gulped and quickly nodded in a nervous fit, Grom grinned, he picked her tattered clothes up and handed them to her, stuffing his penis back into his pants. She quickly grabbed them and slid her shirt back down, she got up and lifted the lower part of her dress up. She had to keep holding it up, pressing it against her stomach and inadvertently revealing the crack of her rear. She bowed before the chieftain and said, "Thank you…again…"

The noblewoman quickly turned and walked away with a fast pace, blushing wildly as Grom took a look at her rear. The doors opened and she was escorted by the grunts, who were staring at her with a curious lust and a large pride for their chieftain. She just wondered how she was suppose to explain this to her father…

Grom sighed and smiled, walking back to his throne and plopped down onto it, crossing his legs and resting his hands behind his head. He grunted as he repositioned himself, sitting on his throne of battle with pride, the Fury of the Warsong!

The Banana Slug: Make her talk Grom Hellscream! Like a ventriloquist!