AN: Uploaded this to AO3 but forgot to put it here until now. My bad.

Who kneels to who again?

Being sore sucked.

Oxon had woken up in the evening, had something to eat that Black Hair had brought, used the bathroom and then had gone back to bed.

It was now day two of being the Warchief and he still had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do! Get laid? Apparently that was on the itinerary for a Warchief. With his wake up routine done, his mind drifted back to that encounter. It was a … pleasurable experience.

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a blowjob?"

Oxon blinked, before his eyes found Cum-tongue who was staring at him. He followed her gaze only to find he had a bulge in his pants.

He coughed. "Yes, I don't have time for that now."

"Oh?" She tilted her head in a way Oxon found cute. "What are you going to do then?"

He floundered for a second. "Well … I n-need … information, yes! From you again."

"Ok." Cum-tongue pushed aside the plate of food she had as she sat under the table. "What do you want to know?"

That was a good question. He just wanted to change the subject. He fought off a sigh, he pulled out a chair and sat down. There was one thing that he had noticed the first time he left his cell and now he had only seen one time he saw it wasn't true.

"Why are all the orcs here women?" Oxon asked. "Other than the two I've killed I haven't seen any men."

She took a long breath. "That is a long story."

" ... could you give me the basics."

"The Warchief, well not you, I mean the one befo-" Cum-tongue made a face of frustration. "The old … old Warchief attacked another orc tribe, he split the attack into three groups. The first was all men and the group he was in. The second was half men and half women while the third was all women, the one I ... anyway."

She shook her head. "Each was given the numbers they would need for the battle. The first group was supposed to have the easiest time but they had the hardest as the defenders had the better terrain. The second group was supposed to have the hardest time but had the easiest because they had the better terrain, the third group was supposed to have an alright time but had an excruciatingly hard time. I'll let you guess why with how the other two went."

"For some time we all fought. Then the call to retreat came. The second group shrugged, willing to take a break from their fun, while the third group did retreat but it started one at a time while the rest charged. It forced them back as they seemed to think reinforcement was aiding the push forward and let everyone who charged fallback. When everyone regrouped they found that the Warchief was the only one left of the first group."

"Everyone was angry but before anyone could challenge him for the title of Warchief he ordered everyone back to the village. After the march the third group was dead tired as their fight was harder than it was supposed to be, yet we all lived. But not the second group, no they still had energy. They all challenged the Warchief." Cum-tongue's throat was getting dry so she drank some water.

"The Warchief was going to die and he knew it. He couldn't survive multiple challenges but he did take down the first five. Everyone in the second group wanted to be the Warchief after being robbed of a victory and killed each other until there were only six left and that's when the old Warchief … you killed came in. He waited for the numbers to go down then challenged the current Warchief and she was tired by her last 7 rounds."

"After he won there was only him, his brother and three women from the second group. No one else wanted to fight anymore, so he stayed Warchief ... well until you came along." She fell quiet after that.

Oxon sat there processing the whole story. Basically all the men were dead and he had killed the last two. It was a blessing in disguise that the group of women were too exhausted to fight over who would be Warchief. They didn't kill each other for the title. Oxon saw several holes in the way they picked their leader, all of them causing them problems. He had a feeling the old Warchief wasn't even the strongest, he just waited for everyone else to tire themselves out.

"So?" Cum-tongue poked two of her fingers together. "Was … was I helpful."

"What? Oh yes, very helpful tha- you've done well." Oxon stopped himself before he could say the T word. He also remembered that Cum-tongue seemed to like being useful. He took a sniff of the air. "It also doesn't smell as bad in here. You cleaned up, yes?"

Cum-tongue's face brightened. "OH YES! I did, I-I took a-all the clothes out of the room. Th-though I c-couldn't m-move ever-yything-g that smel-ll."

She lost that brightness and Oxon followed her gaze. The mattress on the bed was pushed half off the frame but it was apparently too heavy for the small orc to move further.

"Meh you did what you could." He shrugged. "I'll get someone else to do it."

She didn't look overly happy with him saying that.

He reached a hand towards her and she flinched, eyes filling with fear.

"Hey now." Oxon patted her head. "I said you did good. Your Warchief can breathe easier due to your efforts."

Cum-tongue's cheeks had turned a darker green then the rest of her skin. Her eyes were darting around as if she was looking for something but unable to find it. After a minute he stopped.

"Ur?" She fumbled for something to say. "T-thank y-you Warchief."

Oxon wondered if he had gone too far but her voice sounded genuine. "Well I guess I should do my rounds for the day."

He left the room leaving her staring at the floor. For not the first time he lamented the fact he didn't have a change of clothes. Could he ask for more? Well he was the Warchief so yes he could but what would happen if they didn't have anything for him? He didn't like the way his little maid was sad at the smallest failure to do something.

Still he walked out of his tent like yesterday. Pretending to not care about the bloody rags he was wearing or the cold air they didn't help with. He walked towards the fighting arena this time. He moved past the crowd as he didn't need to see another weirdly arousing mud fight. Not so long later he found himself in front of another gate. It was at the opposite side of the camp so he guessed there were at least two entrances.

He stood inside the open gate. His guess from before was right, there was a path down the mountain on this side too but the path was straighter and could be clearly seen. Not too far down there was another flat area like he was on now. What were those called again? There was a small hut on it and … plants of some kind? They looked green so he assumed they were plants. It seemed a bit too high up for that but it was hardly the weirdest thing he had seen of late.

Much farther below, maybe half way down the mountain, there was yet another flat area. This one was covered in trees. It spread towards a second mountain which was nearby but he couldn't see if it connected. The other mountain was shorter than the one he was on and was surrounded in mist.

Oxon didn't know what to think of it all or if there was anything to think about. Was this important? This faced away from home and away from everything he had ever heard of. The nation he grew up in was on the edge of mapped territories.

Shaking his head, he turned around and moved into the camp. He had already been from one side of the camp to the other but that was in a straight line. He spent more time yesterday outside so should he keep walking around? Eying the fighting pit to one side farther ahead of him he turned away and moved towards the mountain.

A steady smacking noise came from in front of him but that didn't stop him from stepping off the main path. There was a pile of logs taller than he was. Maybe they got their wood from the trees below. They weren't chopped into smaller pieces but entire logs. Did the orcs drag them up the mountain? Some were big. He stepped beside them. There were posts driven into the ground to hold the logs in place but they were leaning away from the center due to the weight. It didn't look safe.

Beside the stack there was an empty space that could be called a path. Not wanting to think about it too long he walked down it. There was another log on the other side of the path but it was already on the ground and wasn't as dangerous as the stack so he ignored it. The chopping sound got louder and when he was three quarters along the logs it was replaced with a splinter followed by a thud.

A crack and a wedge of wood flew in front of him and hit the lumber stack. On instinct he moved away, he stared at the stack for a second but before he could decide if he should run to avoid being flattened a pressure settled onto his foot. Looking down he found that the single log had rolled onto his foot. He guessed he should count himself lucky as he had stepped into a dip in the dirt so his foot wasn't crushed when it was rolled over. But this posed a new problem.

He was stuck.

Strong as he might be, he couldn't lift his foot up. After checking the stack again to make sure it was stable he kneeled on his other leg and tried to move the log. He couldn't. Out of breath a little he stood. He eyed around the path cautiously trying to see if anyone saw him. Not being able to lift something sounded like weakness. Which meant he probably couldn't ask for help.

Motion caught his eye and he stood as straight as he could while putting, what he hoped was, a bored look on his face.

He could only see out of the corner of his eye but a figure walked out from behind a tent, foot nudging the end of the log on his foot. The shifting pressure on his foot was concerning but not painful. The figure stopped to look at him for a moment before moving on.

'I need to do something.' Oxon couldn't stay here forever but what could he do? 'I can't ask for help but I can't lift that on my own.'

He stood there for minutes trying to think up a plan. Finally he thought of something. Noticing the figure walking back he took his chance. Shaking his head disappointedly he looked down the path.

"You. Come forth."

The orc stopped, looking at him and blinking at him before pointing dumbly at herself.

"Yes you. Come here." He did his best impression of his caption again.

She stiffened slightly then walked down the path dutifully. She was wearing a vest that covered her torso, her arms were completely exposed however. It was made out of different animal pelts. Her pants were cloth and went all the way up to the vest and down to a pair of boots. The axe in her hand was concerning but he ignored it.

"You called for me Warchief?" She stopped three paces away from him.

"Yes, this log should be with the others."

Her gaze shifted from the log on the ground to the stack several times. "Um … with um … my apologies Warchief but I don't think I can do that … the supports can't take much more weight."

She was very much trying not to say what he just said was stupid. Or at least that was his guess. He had planned for this now it was time to see if it was a good plan or not.

"Yes, that does seem to be a problem. And pray tell why you haven't fixed this problem?" He made a face of disappointment.

"Um … " She struggled for words as she looked at the stack then at him repeatedly. "Well it didn't seem like that big of a deal. Is it? If it falls over I just need to restack it."

Ok clearly his plan wasn't that good. He didn't think she would ask a question back. Weren't they just supposed to do what the Warchief said?

"What if it falls on someone." Oxon really hoped it wasn't him.

"If they are strong enough they can walk it off." She shrugged.

'For the love of Star Seeds. Do they not know how to even treat wounds?' Oxon didn't know if he wanted to learn.

"What if it falls when there is an attack? And there are less warriors to defend?"

"If they couldn't defeat a piece of wood, how were they going to defeat an enemy that would threaten the whole camp?" She asked incredulously.

Oxon raised an eyebrow frostally. "Do you want to die to a fearsome foe with a dozen strong warriors at your feet, all felled by your hand? Or do you want to die because your foot got caught on one of these posts and all of those logs fell on you? Letting a weakling slit your throat with ease."

As it turned out female orcs actually had pretty faces, he hadn't fully realized that until it was gone. At his words her face twisted in disgust, her sharp teeth making it all the more harsh.

"I would … well … " Her voice was far more uncertain. "I wouldn't like that, Warchief. I would have failed the clan. Bested by a log … the shame would kill me before a weakling could find me. But if something that can't even fight beats me or someone else, what good would we be in a battle?"

"They were not defeated by a log, they were defeated by your stupidity. Do you run into battle without a weapon?" He didn't let her answer. "No, you prepare for your fight and make sure you find glory."

"Well … the … yes, I see your point." She let out an explosive sigh. "Though … I don't know how to fit more on there. Even if it would help, I'm not sure how."

Now he was getting somewhere. He already had an answer for the stack of wood already.

"Go get some rope. Once you have, tie it to the posts so the opposite sides are connected. This will hold the top together and the sides won't lean outward."

She looked at him, then at the stack, then him again. After a few moments of this she nodded her head and walked off. This left him there with his only option to wait. He tried to look as if he didn't have a care in the world and was just watching her work as time passed. She came back with rope and got to work. Tying it to the top of one post then going around the stack to the side he couldn't see. He could just make out her hands wrapping it around the other post then pulling it tight and then tying it. The posts groaned a bit as it happened and the logs were pushed up … with some slight help from the orc's hands.

This was repeated a few times. Even if he could move he had given her an order so it would probably be bad to help her. So with his foot still trapped all he could do was watch. Though he did get a good look at her ass as she worked. He didn't know if that counted for anything towards the 'being a Warchief' thing.

The orc dusted off her hands once done, the stack of wood looking much more stable. She looked at him as if waiting for something. Oxon merely glanced at the log on the ground then back to her. Quickly she picked up one end of the log. With the pressure gone Oxon moved his foot out of the way as the log was dragged towards the orc.

She easily lifted it onto her shoulder, the log being more awkward than heavy. Doing this was something Oxon couldn't have done even before he was captured and in good health. This only confirmed his concerns about how strong the orcs were. She could kill him as easily as she slid the log on top of the rest. He wanted to leave but that could raise questions. So he stood there as if nothing had changed and he wasn't free now.

"So how is that?" She let out a sigh as she walked back to him. "Is this good enough?"

"Yes, yes it is."

…

She shifted as the awkward silence stretched on. "Well if that's all you wanted I'll get back to what I was doing. … not that anyone notices what I do until there isn't wood to keep them warm."

Well now he felt bad for her. She muttered the last part as she turned away but he heard it. He was fighting the urge to say 'thank you' so much he didn't say anything. Now she was walking away. He felt like he should do something … anything.

He followed her and walked onto a wooden deck that was at the end of the path. There was a work station of sorts for cutting the wood, though it wasn't as extensive as others he's seen. Though those were all human built. This one had some raised stone with a groove in it to hold a log in place and not much else.

The orc looked back at him once she noticed him following her. She was probably wondering what he was doing and honestly he was wondering that too. But there could be no hesitation as a Warchief. He would just act like he did with Black Hair. That worked out for him.

'Act don't think!'

"You have worked hard for the tribe. You deserve a reward." Oxon looked her dead in the eyes. "Take off your pants."

'Why was that the first thing I said!?' He felt like an idiot. He was thinking of Black Hair and he immediately thought about the sex they had again. 'Would that even be a reward for her?'

She did deserve something though. In a roundabout way she saved his life. He couldn't have moved that log by himself and if he asked for help the orc he asked would have killed him. Granted she would have been the one killing him but still.

The orc undid her pants and pulled them down with a casualness that he had never seen a human woman have. Stepping out of them she reached his pants when he stopped her, eyes flashing with surprise.

"Go sit over there." Oxon pointed to a wooden crate that was to the side of the little work area. She nodded and turned. Her ass jiggled as she walked to it, then bulged out along the wood as she sat down. Her legs lazily spread to the sides.

He took a deep breath as he followed. Right in front of her he got on his knees and instantly regretted it. The look of bewilderment on the orc's face was concerning. If, admittedly, a bit humorous. Not to mention his knees were not happy being on the ground.

Oxon swallowed. 'No hesitation.'

"Warchief what are you d-AAAaaa!" She let out a quiet cry of surprise when he ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh.

There wasn't really a taste he could pick up on as he laid kisses over the same thigh.

"What what what?" Her breathing was picking up speed as her muscles tensed.

"You have followed my orders well." He repeated the same treatment on the other thigh. Licking and kissing. "The tribe is better off because of it. You did good."

Oxon didn't give her a chance to reply as he moved closer, licking the side of her pussy. Sweet. That was the first thing to enter his mind as he got a taste of her. Her pussy lips had a light sheen on them now so he hoped he was doing this right.

Two years ago he met a cat folk. Oxon had first thought of him as more an animal than anything but he could feel sorry for animals. Seriously, who would punch a dog because they thought it would be fun? He had stood up for the man and they had got to talking. He didn't seem all too different from Oxon. They only knew each other for a few months before he continued on his travels. But before that the man had taught him the way of licking.

Ladies loved it from what he said.

"If you don't want a reward?" He put his tongue at the bottom of her pussy and brought it up in a slow long lick. Pressing in just enough to cause her pussy lips to part a little. The sweet nectar ran down his tongue. "I could always find someone else to receive it."

"What? N-no!" Her breath came out in pants. "Wan, want … more … more."

He licked her again. He had only ever been with one woman and she didn't taste good at all. After that first time he hadn't been quick to offer this to another woman.

Now? He wouldn't mind tasting her for longer. The clear liquid was deliciously sweet. Better than the fruits he had been able to try from time to time.

He moved his tongue faster, but not just the tip of it anymore. The top flat part of his tongue pressed in harder against her lips as he moved up. On the way down he pushed the tip of his tongue in the middle, slipping deeper into her. She leaned back, arms desperate to find perches. One hand gripping a wooden beam beside her.

His breathing was starting to pick up now too. Pushing his face more into her warm skin. By this point it was clear the orc was enjoying herself. Despite the teeth they still had the same facial structure as humans did. As he looked up at her she was making expressions that meant she was loving what he was doing and getting lost in the feelings. The noises she was making he was less familiar with. They were guttural yet airy. It was an odd mix but from what he could piece together they were cries of pleasure.

Her thighs slowly came together, more of that warm skin finding his own. It was relaxing … until it was panic inducing.

His hands shot up and grabbed her thighs, holding them in place. He had seen how much stronger orcs were than humans. All of these women were warriors, with muscles that reflected that. He didn't want to know what would happen to his head if she squeezed her legs together. The wood beam she was holding already had cracks on it from her grip.

Common sense told him he should move away from the danger. But retreating would only lead to his death. No he was trapped here. So there was only one option. Do what any creature would do when backed into a corner.

Fight with even more ferocity.

Oxon vigorously moved his head up and down. Imagining his tongue as a sword he attacked with reckless abandon. Her juices flowed faster now and he couldn't lap it up before it was replaced with more.

Her whole body tensed, then her mouth opened wide, teeth bared to the world, as she let out a loud animalistic cry. The wooden beam she held snapped in her hand and she fell down onto her back.

It took him a moment to realize she just climaxed.

And after another moment she settled down as her body relaxed. She panted, twitching slightly.

He stood, using his sleeve to wipe his chin clean of her sweet juices. "Did you enjoy it?"

Her eyes were unfocused. "Wha-yea yes."

"Good. Remember loyalty is rewarded." Oxon turned to leave when a hand caught his wrist.

Her eyes seemed to glow green as she stared intently into his. "Yes, Yes, Warchief. I am loyal!"

Oxon nodded his head and she let go. He stepped away, then kept walking.

He didn't want to go back to the main path with his shirt soaked. Or what was left of his shirt. He hoped his clothes weren't getting worse because if they were by the time he left he was going to be nude.

He turned away and walked in between two other tents, finding another smaller path. It winded around tents and supplies. He used the mountain peak to make sure he didn't get lost. Though moving wasn't easy.

… his body hurt.

Kneeling like that hurt his knees. His hands hurt from how hard he was gripping her thighs. She could have crushed his head with those legs. It was a stupid idea to give her a licking. His tongue was tired on top of everything. He ignored it as best he could but as he stopped thinking about it something seemed off.

It was … quiet … a lot more so than he could ever remember it. Even when he was in his cell he could make out movement above. Now?

Nothing but a gentle breeze.

'Did everyone just stop what they were doing?'

That was concerning. Eventually he saw the back of a tent that was larger than the others. He moved to the front of it and was relieved he was right about it being the main tent. The one with the Warckief's room in it. He just needed to g-

"Warchief!"

'Dammit all!' Oxon's focus on the tent was broken and he saw Black Hair moving toward him. He raised an eyebrow and stared directly into her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Warchief, I would like to discuss something with you." She stopped an arm length away from him and stood tall. "Would you mind coming to my tent?"

What did he do now? He was the Warchief so he could just say no, right? But just because someone could doesn't mean they should. This was really the first time she, or any of them, had come to him for something. If it was important could he afford to ignore it?

Lumber falling on him was bad but the mountain top falling on all of them would be worse.

"Very well." He nodded his head. "Lead the way."

Oxon moved behind her, staring at the back of her head. Even just out of the corner of his eye he could tell her hips were swaying more than the first time he met her. He tried to think of other things, his mind coming to one oddity. 'Why is my chin and chest so cold?'

That didn't matter as he found himself back in the winding side paths. Soon after he was in front of a small tent. Black Hair pulled the flap to the side and stood at attention. Remembering that he had held doors open for his commander, Oxon strolled forwards like everything was the natural way of the world.

He didn't get far.

There was a bed that could fit one person in it and that was how long the tent was. It was wide enough for two beds but he was standing where the other would have gone. Black Hair stepped in behind him, the flap falling closed as he turned.

Oxon ignored the feeling of being trapped as there wasn't a lot of space with the two of them in here. 'Everything is normal.'

"Thank you for speaking with me, Warchief." Black Hair lowered her head at him slightly before straightening up. "I have found something of great concern of the strength of the clan."

'Why does she seem submissive?' Oxon tried to connect the person in front of him with the one he had seen before. 'Whatever, think about it later.'

"Very well." He nodded his head. "What is it?"

"My Warchief it has come to my attention that the clan is without a Bloodcaller." Black Hair paused for a second. " … Your last command that we 'to do what you usually do until I tell you otherwise' isn't going to work without a Bloodcaller."

Oxon blinked a few times. He wasn't expecting this. "Why do you think the clan needs a Bloodcaller?"

"The Bloodcaller is an extension of your will. Not everyone will hear your orders all at once. They are to make sure everyone knows what to do." She nodded to herself. "Also they check up on the progress of things to make sure the clan is working as you intend."

'So it's like a second in command. I guess a clan would need something like that. Wait? Why wouldn't they have one already then?' Oxon's mind tried to remember any time he had heard the term. 'Oh right. Didn't the last Warchief say I killed him? He said his second in … something. It was probably second in command.'

"What do you think are the qualities a Bloodcaller should have?" He asked to buy himself sometime while also learning what the heck a Bloodcaller was.

"Well, a Bloodcaller must be smart enough to understand the Warchief's commands. They must know those in the tribe and who is good at what. They must be able to lead them and be strong enough to break up pointless fights." She listed off with a thoughtful look. "Be able to spot and inform the Warchief of potential problems. Manage the day to day going ons of the clan."

Oxon felt like that was a long list. Granted nothing on the list was wrong, which didn't make it easier to find someone who could do all of it. "And who do you think would fill this role the best?"

Black Hair puffed out her chest in pride. Her eyes were unwavering. "I am Warchief!"

He raised a challenging eyebrow. "Oh? What makes you think you are worthy?"

She bristled but spoke in a calm tone. "I train the warriors, I manage supplies, I check up on Everyone, I send out scouts so the clan knows what is Happening around it. And I have been doing so for Quite some time. Not to mention I just informed You about the lack of a Bloodcaller."

He stared at her for a long moment, unblinking. 'I mean she brings up good points. If no one else is doing this then why wasn't she already the second? The Old Warchief said something about the other orcs being useless … and she didn't seem happy about that comment from what I remember. Her voice was calm just now but she raised it a few times. So maybe the old Bloodcaller wasn't doing anything and she was?'

Black Hair looked back into his eyes, not moving a muscle.

"Very Well." Oxon's voice broke no argument. "You will have the title. But fail to live up to the standards YOU yourself set and you will fail to live at all."

'It's not like I have anyone else to pick anyways. It would take too long to talk to everyone in the clan to find someone who can fill the role.' He didn't know many of the orcs. 'She was leading others in training and she seemed respected well enough. So she has a few things going for her. She might have gotten the role anyways.'

Black Hair's mouth fell open for a moment. "Why-y yes … Why YES! Warchief! I Will!"

Oxon was caught a little off guard at how genuinely happy she sounded. He wanted to ask if there was anything else but felt he shouldn't second guess himself. With a nod he tried to walk past her but it didn't end well.

He had forgotten how small the tent was and as he turned to try to squeeze past her there was no room for him to go. He lost his balance and his fate was sealed when his foot hit the side of the bed. Unable to keep himself up he fell backwards, his ass hitting the bed and back following as he flopped down.

'I should have just asked, NO! told her to step outside. Now I'm going to die for being clumsy.' His eyes looked around for salvation. 'I could easily tear through the fabric of the tent but then what? I can't out run her!'

Her eyes widened with surprise before they calmed to understanding. "Yes. As your Bloodcaller I am at your disposal if you have any need of me."

'Excuse me? What in the bloody pits is she talking ab-' Oxon didn't have time to think as she grabbed him by the belt and pulled him into the middle of the bed. She undid his pants and pulled them down. His dick was at half mast. 'Why would I get hard from licking a girl?'

Without delay Black Hair kicked off her boots and pulled her pants down. As she bent over to take her pants off, he got a near face full of two round and firm ass cheeks. Which only made him harder.

She put one knee on the bed then the other went on the opposite side of him. She casually grabbed his cock and lined it up to her pussy. Her lips were already glistening and Oxon was starting to wonder if all orcs thought with their crotch not their head. Why was she already wet?

Said lips easily parted as she lowered herself and he slipped into her depths. A rumble came from her throat as she made it to the base. Taking a breath she started. She rose up leaving a wet coding behind as she left, making him feel cold. That only made him look forward to getting her heat back and all the more satisfying when she lowered herself.

Up and down she went. Their breathing got faster and both let out grunts of pleasure. Though hers were more animalistic. As she sped up Oxon noticed a problem.

He couldn't take more punishment.

His body was still weak and orcs were naturally stronger than humans. She wasn't moving this fast yesterday. What changed?

'I need a reason. I need a reason. I need a reason.' Oxon gritted his teeth as his hips started to feel sore. 'Her title?'

He took a steadying breath. "Slow down."

Black Hair did so immediately before looking at him confused. "You want me to be gentler?"

"You are MY Bloodcaller and you have a long day ahead of you. You must save your energy even if that means being gentle." Oxon tried to make his voice as hard as steel. "If you are so easily controlled by desire for pleasure then I may need to find a new Bloodcaller. This is but a simple test of patience."

She was silent for a moment but didn't stop moving her hips. Eventually she spoke with a deadly calm. "I will pass every test."

She held her head up high and continued to move her body. Her pace had a consistent rhythm. Oxon had to admit for a monster her pussy felt great. With his skeleton no longer at risk he let his body relax. With everything that had happened to him over the past week he needed something to enjoy. So he just laid there and watched an orc bounce on his dick.

The muscles in her thighs flexed as she rose and they relaxed as she fell. Her long black hair bounced as her eyes stared into his. The normal white that humans had but with a red colored bit. That had a name didn't it? Oxon couldn't remember. But her eyes held an emotion in them that he couldn't make out. Arousal? Respect? Fondness? He wasn't sure.

After some time her breathing quickened and she put her hands on his chest to steady herself. He knew what was coming and didn't want to have to go a second round with her. Oxon thought about the sex they had last time and remembered the delicious taste of the orc he had licked. He licked his lips and could still taste her.

Her lips quivered for a long moment. Then she came. Her tight embrace squeezed around him in such a lovely way. With his thoughts adding to things there was only one way to respawn. His hips shot up on instinct as he released.

The way she gripped him only brought more and more out of him. After what felt like hours they both relaxed.

Their heavy breaths was the only noise in the tent for a long moment.

"How did I do?"

"You passed. As I expected."

Black Hair nodded and slowly pushed herself off. Climbing off the bed she put her pants back on. "Is there anything else you need me to do Warchief?"

Oxon blinked several times. "Yes. Move th-my mattress and replace it with something that doesn't smell disgusting."

Black Hair snorted. "Yes, Warchief."

She left her tent and Oxon couldn't bother to get up. His crotch was painfully cold without her warmth. He tried to grab the blanket but he was laying on it. In the end he used the pillow to cover himself and just rested his head on the bed.

He didn't know how long he lay there but the sun wasn't as bright outside the tent as when he came in it. Eventually he got up and pulled his tattered clothes back on. When he got out of the tent the camp seemed to be alive again. The faint sounds of people moving was a reminder that his life was still in danger but his body relaxed at the creepy silence being gone.

Slowly he made his way back to his tent.

Food, bathroom and sleep.

That was about all his mind could handle right now. Anything else would have to wait until tomorrow.

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Posted 2024-08-31

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