Think like a Warchief

Left foot ... right foot ... and left foot ... then right foot, keep balance and just concentrate on where going. Ignore the creaking joints, bones, muscles, numb fingers, tired eyes, and the tight and probably dehydrated skin. Most importantly ignore the confused brain.

Oxon was being led down a hallway by an orc with long black hair. He had planned on leaving as soon as possible but the more he thought about it the more it seemed like a bad idea. He was hurt, he was thirsty, hungry, he was up in the mountains and it was night time. He would not survive the journey in the cold, not in the state he was in.

'Remember to breathe'. Thus Oxon made a decision. He would play the role of their Warchief, he saw little other options. He did not know what he was doing, they had asked him 'what do you command' and they looked at him expectantly. He wished he had thought of something better than 'My command is for you to do what you usually do until I tell you otherwise.'

It didn't matter now, they all went back to their business and he did not have to fight them. It was good enough for the moment however he felt anything but safe. His thoughts were interrupted when the orc leading him got to a door, she opened it then stepped inside. "This is your room Warchief."

Oxon walked into the room and looked about. There was a large, even for an orc, bed on one side of the room. There were more animal heads displayed on the walls. A table with chairs around it. A wall separating part of the room with supplies behind it. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but it was oddly familiar and strange at the same time.

Oxon stood in the room not sure what to do, until the orc apparently left with the door shutting.

Alone Oxon pulled out a chair and sat. There were some dressers, cabinets, shelves and a few chests but they were all miss matched. They looked too nice to be made by orcs so he guessed they were taken from humans. It was all wooden furniture but with metal reinforcements and spikes on them. The spikes were not in spots one could bump into but within arms reach in case you needed a weapon fast.

Something moved in the room, though he wasn't sure where the noise came from. He should have been on guard but all he could do is sit there. Then a small orc poked her head around a crate and looked at him.

"you're ... you're the ... the Warchief?" Her voice was soft and quiet.

…

"Yes." What else was he supposed to say?

She crawled towards him and he could see she was shorter than the other orcs. She was also wearing tattered clothes. "I am meant to relax you."

"What?"

She puts her hands on his lap. "I'm going to serve your sword."

'What What What! Wait, you are shorter than the others. Is she younger?' Oxon pushed her hands away. "no that uh ... that won't be necessary."

Concern crept into her face. "but but I'm supposed to give you a blowjob."

"Well I don't want you to do that."

Fear overtook her and her words grew louder. "But I'm good ... you will feel Great."

"I really don't need that."

"Please don't banish me." She grabbed his knee. "I can't survive outside of the clan." He tried to speak but she lunged for his belt. "Please it's all I'm good at but I swear I'll make you feel great."

Oxon grabbed her arms. "I'M not going to banish you, can you Please calm down."

She stopped struggling and there was a long moment of silence ... that was until footsteps came from outside the room. The small orc panicked and retreated under the table.

The long black haired orc came back with a massive platter of food and placed it on the table. She moved to tap a wooden barrel then left. From entering to leaving her expression was blank.

"You said please." The small orc looked out from under the table.

"So?"

"Warchiefs aren't supposed to say please or thank you."

"Why not?" Oxon didn't get an answer as she slipped under the table.

The long black haired orc threw open the door as she came into the room while carrying a barrel on her shoulder. She then removed the empty one and laid the new one down on its side into the holders. She pulled the tap out of the old one and jams it into the new one. The smell of alcohol spread through the air as she turned to speak. "Do you need anything else? Warchief."

"Bring water." He didn't have the energy to say anything else. With that she left. "Why not?"

The orc timmitly crawled out from under the table. "Because Warchiefs are supposed to be the embodiment of strength. If a Warchief says please it would be seen as a sign of weakness and any orc would be obligated to challenge them to a fight for the right to lead. To lead strongly because Warchiefs don't ask, they command."

The small orc hid again as the other orc came back. She put a leather flask on a corner of a chair. Then she just looked at him.

"Than ... that will be all." He stopped himself, thinking about what the small orc just told him. He could Not fight in his current state. She left the room, presumably not to come back. After a moment he realized he didn't know her name … he mentally named her Black Hair.

The small orc poked her head out again and stared at him for a long time. "You don't have pointy teeth."

"No." Oxon didn't really think about the question as he realized water was in arm's reach. Bringing the flask to his lips, the sweet relief of water washed through him.

"You aren't an orc."

Oxon shook his head as he took a short break from the water to breathe.

"What are you?"

"Human." Oxon drank again.

"Guess you did look weird to be an orc but I've never seen a human before."

Oxon drank the rest of the water and was content to just sit for a while.

After a bit she spoke up again. "Why aren't you going to banish me?"

"Why should I?"

"Because everyone needs to be useful." She grew somber at that.

"Do they?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation in her voice.

"And what if I don't care if you don't do anything."

" ... then I'd feel death is better than having no purpose."

Oxon thought for a while before his nose noticed the food before him. There were no plates so he grabbed an oversized chicken leg? Maybe a turkey leg? No, it was still too big for that.

"Right now you answering my questions is useful to me." He took a bite and savoured the taste before swallowing. "Is that a good enough reason not to banish you for now."

The small orc slowly nodded.

He continued to eat while talking between bites. Old habits to 'not talk while eating' kicking in, even in his current state. "Sooo what um what does a Warchief do?"

"For starters a Warchief does not second guess themselves." She commented on his stutter. "A Warchief doesn't ask for permission, they act ... they act strongly and confidently all the time, they lead their people to glory and make sure everyone has a purpose. A Warchief should be someone that everyone aspires to be like. A strong Warchief means a strong clan. Though the opposite is also true. A weak Warchief will make the clan weak so if anyone sees the Warchief do something weak they are obligated to fight them to the death. Even if they lose, sacrificing one to guarantee the survival of the rest of the clan is worth it. " She rambled on until stopping to breathe.

"And most important a Warchief must provide future warriors for the clan."

"How do I provide warriors?" He didn't know how they would do recruitment … or a lot of things really.

She tilted her head curiously. "The Warchief is meant to be the strongest so they will have the best chance to make warriors. As such they are the only ones allowed to breed."

Oxon choked on his food. He was unprepared for how blunt she was or the shift in subject matter.

"How else would you provide warriors?" She spoke as if the answer was obvious.

Once able to breathe again he tried to relax his body. His coughing fit had caused a fair bit of pain in his chest. He remained silent for a time thinking about what he just heard. He thought he had a pretty good idea on what a Warchief needed to do but now he needed to change the topic. 'Making warriors' was the last thing he needed to be thinking about right now.

"So if I'm a good Warchief no one will try to fight me."

"If you're a strong one." She corrected him.

He sighed. "Do you think someone will challenge me?"

She hummed in thought. "I've never heard of a human Warchief before but I don't think there is any rule against it. So if you aren't weak I guess not."

He sat back digesting the information and his food.

He was full.

After going days without anything to eat he could only take so much right now.

Thinking about it, he got water, he got food and he got information ... that, to be honest he wasn't in the best state of mind to go through.

Oxon didn't know what to do now, he was just tired ...

His eyes were drawn to the large bed only to be repulsed by what it did to his nose.

"So where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Well there." She pointed to the bed.

He felt disgusted by the thought. It smelled as bad as the old Warchief did, maybe even somehow worse. He didn't notice it before but now that he took care of his needs his senses seemed to come back. "Is there anywhere else I can sleep?"

The small orc thought for a bit before pointing to the far side of the room. "Well I sleep there."

It was basically a rug, a bunch of fir and a bit of padding on the floor. Did he really want to take her bed. He wanted to ask her if he could but he was tired and the whole 'Warchiefs don't ask' thing was still bouncing around his head. In the end he sighed.

"Well I guess I'll sleep there." He noted that she didn't even look displeased. He got up and when he did her face finally did change but to surprise.

She seemed conflicted on whether or not to speak. After being nervous for a moment she managed. "The, the old Warchief would let me eat what was left so um can you tell me when you're done."

"What oh sure I'm done, go ahead, I'm full and I need sleep." He waved his hand dismissively as he moved around the table.

She stared at the pile of food and ... Wait, was she drooling? She got to her feet and went to a cabinet. Only to come back with a plate as well as a fork and a knife.

Taking a chair she started to cut the meat into little pieces. Oxon didn't know what to make of this scene so he shook his head and moved to his bed for the night. He could think about everything tomorrow.

He haphazardly took his bloody clothes off and slowly got on the floor. Laying on the rug he had to admit it was better than the jail cell floor.

…

The need to pee.

That was the first thing Oxon's mind returned to, as he woke up. Followed soon after by pain. Groaning, he opened his eyes.

The room was dark ... which after a second made him wonder what was lighting up the room beforehand. He decided to just get up, more questions for later.

The small orc from yesterday was sleeping under the table while leaning against one of its legs. She seemed oddly peaceful. Oxon took slow and careful steps as his body didn't want to move.

He looked around trying to see a place to relieve himself. As he moved his eyes were drawn to the leftover food. Figuring he would need his strength he took a piece of meat.

As the sound of chewing filled the air something stirred. Curious eyes poked out from under the table. They stared at each other until Oxon felt like he needed to say something.

"Where do I go to the bathroom?"

After a moment she got up and walked beside the bed. Using her foot, she pushed a pot out from under the bed. He moved in front of it and again there was an awkward silence that dragged on as she just stood there watching him.

"Um, can you not be there or watch me."

After she awkwardly walked back to the table, Oxon undid his pants and took care of nature.

Finishing, he turned to her. "Who takes care of that?"

"I do." As she picked it up and walked to the door she mumbled. "I've only heard someone call it a bathroom once."

Oxon wanted to chuckle, he had his own personal maid for the few days he'd be trapped here. Hmmm the maid ... he didn't know her name.

Awkwardness was all he could feel and it increased 10 fold when she returned. Somehow it was overcoming his body's pain.

"Um, what's your name?"

She sighed. "The old Warchief called me Cum-tongue."

"Why?"

"I served him with my mouth."

"But that's not your name, is it?" He got a nod as his response. "So what is it?"

"The Warchief said that was what I should be called because that's all I'm good for." Her voice wasn't sad, just resigned.

"And you won't tell me what your name was before?"

"He said I wasn't allowed to say it anymore. So unless a Warchief tells me a different name, that is what I am called."

'I could just give her a new name and a not demeaning one at that. But would I be different from the last person I replaced ... Maybe if she won't tell me her name I can find it out another way.' He could think about it later.

"Alright let's move on from that." He picked up another piece of meat, not caring that it was cold. "What am I supposed to do for the day?"

He needed to just get through a couple days and then he could get back to civilization ... not that there was much for him to go back to but he didn't want to think about that right now.

She hesitated again. "well you are the Warchief so you um lead ... I guess."

'Great, I'm a soldier, not a general. I haven't even led a single soldier.'

How was he supposed to pull this off? He tried to remember what the superior did at the garrison he had been in. He made sure things were ready for a fight, yes he inspected the defenses and the soldiers. It would have to do.

With the barest of a plan Oxon slowly put his clothes back on. For a moment he thought about trying to find something to wear other than his bloody and torn clothes. He could try to make them see him as one of them. But they knew he wasn't one of them and they made him Warchief anyways, so maybe it didn't matter. He would die wearing what he fought in, he guessed.

"Do you have any orders for me Warchief?" The little orc's words broke Oxon's thoughts and her voice was oddly hopeful.

'I suppose having something to do other than giving blowjobs would be nice.' He looked at her wondering how to answer. 'Well I did think of her as a maid, and what do they usually do?'

"Well … um … you … well you … could work on the smell in here." He needed a few moments to figure out what the look she was giving him meant. Then thought out what he was going to say before speaking. "You will remove all clothes that have the stench of the last Warchief from this room."

He wasn't allowed to stutter, he had to remember that. With his instruction said, Oxon turned around and made for the door.

Despite the pain in his body and the trepidation he felt at dealing with the orcs he needed to be seen by them. They saw him as strong for killing their Warchief and if he hid all day inside that might change. He needed to not show his fear of them, he needed to be seen by them and to do that he was going to have to walk among them. He made his way through the eating hall not meeting anyone. He pushed the flap aside and stepped outside.

Cold air sent chills through his body and stung his eyes. He stepped out and it took his eyes time to adjust to the light so he stood tall. He acted like nothing was wrong and as if he owned everything around him even if he couldn't see any of it. After a moment he could see again and all of the orcs were going about their business. They were seemingly ignoring him so he did the same to them.

His throat and lungs were cold as he walked in a random direction. Normally he would keep an eye out for if someone had a weapon but he was surrounded by orcs and they were always armed. Figuring it was pointless he instead looked at the camp he was in.

Tents, stone pits for fires and wooden walls. Not the most impressive thing he had ever seen. In fact the more he walked the more he saw weaknesses that an attacking force could use to take the camp easier. Eventually he came to a gate that led outside the camp. From what he'd seen so far there was the mountain rising up on one side of the camp. Opposite that side the mountain steeply fell. As for in front of the gate itself there was a gentler slope with a winding path going down the mountain. He guessed the other side of the camp was the same.

Overall it was a defensible position but it lacked the proper fortifications to take advantage of it. Could he use this information? What was he going to do after he left? Should he tell his superiors about who was attacking the carriages in the mountains? Would a force be sent here to wipe these orcs out and would they need this information. The idea of staying longer than he needed to popped into his head but he pushed it away. It would already take weeks for him to heal so he could get what intel he could in that time.

Turning around he walked the way he had come. He noticed a forge as he was walking that he had missed the first time. As he went past the tent he came out of - or at least he thought he came out of, he should have paid closer attention upon exiting it - he noticed a circle of orcs. Braziers were raised up with stones dotted around them, the fire within keeping them warm.

'If I avoid large groups would that be seen as weakness?' Oxon could only groan internally as for all he knew groaning was a sign of weakness too. Instead he kept everything to himself and made his way to the gathering. As he approached he gave a mere glance at an orc in his way before looking forward, seemingly uncaring that if they didn't move he would bump into them. It was all about setting expectations he told himself as the orcs moved out of his way.

He ignored the looks of surprise on their faces as he came to the front. He thought about himself being in control, being stronger than them and other bullshit as he looked at what the orcs found so interesting. It was an arena with an edge on the other side from him where the mountain went down. There were two orcs fighting - or he guessed sparring - in the center of the arena.

One of the orcs had a metal chest plate and was holding two axes. The other didn't have any armor and held a two handed sword in her hands. They exchanged blows, the one with the sword keeping the other at a distance while the one with the axes tried to get close enough for her weapons to hit. As they moved around their feet slid in the mud.

Wait mud? Why was there mud on a frozen mountain?

Oxon could only find the braziers that could explain why the ground wasn't frozen but they couldn't be giving off enough heat. Though he was happy about that source of heat as it was now keeping him warm. As he looked around he saw scrape marks on part of the arena's edge leading to two giant stone slabs that looked the same size as the arena's floor. Did they use it to cover the mud to fight on an even surface? Did they remove them to give the fights more of a challenge? Could they even carry those slabs? Were they that strong? Did he want to know?

Pushing those thoughts aside he went back to the fight. The one with the sword clearly had more reach but the other had armor. They exchanged blows for a while until the sword cut the shaft of one of the axes. Immediately the axe was dropped in favor of tackling her and grabbing the hand that held the sword. They fumbled a bit as they struggled, the sword angling to hit or block the remaining axe. Until they stood closer.

The sword bounced off the chest plate.

Then the side of the axe came down on her head.

As she slumped to the ground someone called the match. "That is enough, the victor is decided."

Oxon looked to see it was Black Hair that spoke and seemed to be watching over the fight making sure neither of the women were going to get hurt.

Black Hair looked his way. "Warchief … we are honored to have you here. Do you have anything to say about your warriors."

He pulled on his memories and did his best to copy his superior when he evaluated soldiers.

"You both used your advantages and tried to not let your weakness be targeted. You " He pointed at one of them. "Had control of the fight for most of it but when you broke her axe you thought you won and let your guard down. Never forget a cornered opponent will be desperate and that can lead them to do things you won't expect or even understand afterwards."

He spoke as if he was stating facts like the sky was blue. The orc nodded her head dumbly before Oxon pointed at the other orc. "You waited too long in the fight to make a move. You let her control the fight, you only attacked when she wanted you too and that almost cost you the fight. That being said you were able to know you were about to lose so you held nothing back and were able to win. That is a good skill but you shouldn't rely on your opponent being surprised like that."

Once again he got a nod and a dumbfounded look so he went on. "You both need to work on your grapples later after you've rested. As you were a bit of a mess at the end."

"I can still fight." The one with armor stood tall. He'd call her Chesty for the chest plate.

"As can I." The one that had the sword panted a bit. He'd call her Panty with how hard she was breathing.

Oxon wondered if saying the word 'rest' was a way of saying they couldn't fight. He wanted to groan, rub his forehead and just collapse into a chair to be done with this. Had he suggested they weren't strong by saying they needed rest. Did he call them weak and insult them? His body hadn't healed and he didn't want to be here.

Regardless, he spoke. "This will be an even fight so get rid of your weapons and armor."

The sword and what remained of the two axes were quickly taken by other orcs. The one with the chest undid the straps holding it on and threw it to the audience. Both walked to either side of the ring. In his tired stay he looked at the two then slowly looked at the audience. Only for his brain to catch up to what he saw and he swore it was

A bare chest with breasts out for the world to see.

He didn't look back right away. He did not want to see if it was true as he was sure instinct from his life would force him to look away. But he had a feeling looking away would be seen as a weakness like so much stupid shit here. He continued to scan the crowd. None of them seemed shocked, in fact one was nodding as if impressed. Unfortunately he needed to know if he had been seeing things so he slowly looked back. His eyes were instantly drawn downwards and he forced himself not to look away but slowly up to her face. She didn't look upset just wondering why the match hadn't started yet.

"You aren't wearing anything under your armor" Oxon needed to fill the silence with something as he thought. 'Chesty indeed.'

"No." She didn't sound like anything was wrong.

He mimicked her attitude as he turned to the other orc. "I said this would be an even fight."

She didn't understand for a moment before getting it. Panty, not panting anymore, shrugged and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it to the side. Now taking a closer look they both have a light yet warm green skin tone on their bodies with some nice and sizeable breasts. By forcing himself to not look away he was now staring and needed to do something to take the attention off him which was probably a lot due to not starting the match. So there was a simple solution.

"FIGHT!"

That was the only word Oxon needed to say. The two launched themselves at each other, throwing punches and trying to grab each other. Their breasts bounced and jiggled with their rapid movements. As they struggled Oxon couldn't look away from them despite no one would have noticed him diverting his gaze away from their chests.

Why did they just listen to him? Did they always just listen to the Warchief without question. If he had to keep not looking away was he going to get used to it. Maybe he already was as he wasn't looking away but that could be because it felt so surreal. Still, how was he going to go back to the way he was before? If he didn't he was going to get slapped so many times when he got back home.

Their feet dug trenches in the mud as they pushed against one another. Eventually Chesty moved to the side and both fell to the ground with a wet splat. The small splash of mud got on some of the onlookers but none cared. The two fighters didn't care either as they began to roll around in the mud as they continued to struggle. Mud covering their bodies.

'What am I even watching?'

Oxon couldn't help but think as the fight went on. It was sloppy fighting as neither could get solid footing. It was messy as mud was going everywhere. And it was arousing? Despite their muscular bodies there was an offal lot of jiggling and bouncing going on and it wasn't just their chests. Panty's pants had gotten loose and had fallen to her knees. Her butt had a nice amount of padding on it.

As hands struggled to hold the other, Panty grabbed onto a boob. Chesty let out a shuddering breath as fingers roughly dug into her soft flesh. Seeing an opportunity Panty twisted to try to distract her. She seemed to enjoy the feeling, trying to move closer on instinct. Chesty's hips even humped down on Panty's body.

'By the gods, am I getting hard?' Oxon hoped no one noticed that and he tried to not think about it as he didn't like the idea that he could be attracted to these monsters.

Panty used this to grab one of her arms and force it above her head then rolled both of them over again. Chesty's body landed so her arm was underneath her. Letting up on the breast Panty grabbed the other arm and held it down to the ground at an awkward angle. The other hand landed roughly in her center mass as Panty slid down and wrapped her legs around the orc underneath her.

Chesty struggled to get free but it was for not as nothing she did could get her out. Since he asked for this match Oxon decided that he needed to be the one to call an end to it.

"That is enough, the victor is decided." Oxon copied what Black Hair said earlier. Panty released Chesty and both orcs got up looking exhausted.

He needed to get them to stop fighting somehow, maybe by complimenting them? "You both fought well! You showed your might! And that strengthens the tribe!"

Oxon waited a moment to let them feel pride. They stood taller … showing their chests more. He just moved forwards and where he spoke with praise before now he was dismissive. "Now get out of the arena! Others need to hone their skills too. Don't think you can try to hog all the glory for yourselves. If you do, I will send you into battle wearing what you are now."

Both of them grinned a - sharp - toothy smile then walked away. Oxon nodded at Black Hair and she nodded back. It was time to leave so he turned and made his way out of the crowd, no one getting in his way. Oxon felt like he had explored the camp enough and went back to his tent … or the main tent. It wasn't his.

Walking through the opening he sighed in relief when it was empty. He ran a hand through his hair as he went to lean on one of the tables.

"I don't know what is more exhausting acting or leading." Oxon groaned. As he spent a few moments in silence one question came to him. "What do I do now?"

What was he even doing? Acting like an orc and a Warchief at that. Most of what he knew about orcs was from stories he heard and the rest was from killing them. How was he even supposed to know if his deception was working? He didn't know and he couldn't know. He also didn't know what to do about it which led him to his biggest problem. He had no plan.

He stood in the room in silence for several minutes. If he was being honest he was still in shock about the whole situation he was in. His moment of quiet was interrupted when the flap to the tent opened. He immediately stood up straight and acted like he was inspecting the room as if it had disappointed him. After a few moments he nodded his head making a decision that didn't exist and turned around to see who entered.

Standing there was Black Hair looking at him as if he was a puzzle. Oxon wondered why she followed him and if what she wanted was going to give him more problems to deal with. She walked farther into the room before stopping and a silence fell over them. Oxon gave nothing away having a blank look on his face as he waited for her to talk.

"You seem to take an interest in bettering your warriors Warchief, I hope they are up to your standards. I can always train them harder. I've been working with them for a long time." Black Hair finally said.

Oxon tried to keep his face neutral, her tone was surprisingly respectful. Even if it was still harsh it was better than the 'I have to talk to you' tone she used the other day. Did she want approval? Praise?

He nodded his head. "There are things they could improve but everything can be better. Though I have high standards they are good for now. Your efforts however are noticeable, they are strong and unrelenting."

Her eyes widened slightly and she stood a bit taller. "Yes of course they are and they will only get better."

She looked around and walked further into the tent. "Is there something you want to improve about the feeding pit?"

As she moved past him he found his eyes wandering down to see a good looking ass in tight pants. Why was he doing this? Was he still aroused from the weirdest fight he had ever seen. That still concerned him. He had always been told orcs were monsters so he shouldn't feel that way. He wasn't sure maybe him not looking away was making him more willing to take a peak. Her legs were quite nice as well, packed with muscles but smooth. She was a lot taller than human women were so there was a lot more leg to look at. In his distraction he didn't answer her question.

And she noticed. She turned around to face him and he didn't act fast enough. He tried to look at her face only to get stuck on her chest for a moment too long as his eyes moved up. They seemed so soft and so big. When he did get to her face he didn't see disapproval like he expected. Instead she was looking at him expectantly. Was she still waiting for him to answer her question? Or had that been forgotten in favor of something else.

As the seconds went by with him having no idea what to say her face shifted. Anger took over her features and eyes seemed to look for a place to attack. Her hand slowly reached for her weapon as her muscles tensed for a fight. A fight he couldn't win. But why? Why was she going to attack him? She wasn't mad when she saw him looking at her only after. Then something Cum-tongue told him came back to him 'A Warchief doesn't ask for permission they act.'

He was checking her out, therefore he wanted her but he wasn't taking what he wanted. Didn't Cum-tongue also say something about fighting the Warchief to the death if you see weakness. This was bad. He needed to do something, say something, Anything! In a panic he blurted out the blandest way to ask for sex he could think of "Take off your pants."

Black Hair paused for a moment before her muscles relaxed and her face became neutral. Her hand moved away from her weapon and undid the belt of her pants. Without any hesitation she kicked off her boots and pulled the pants down. She placed the pants that still held her weapon on a chair. Once done she looked at him expectantly again. He wasn't sure he could stop her from attacking him a second time and wasn't going to make the mistake of not answering fast enough again.

"Go lean over that table." He pointed at one that was away from them. As he hoped she turned away from him to walk towards it. Oxon swallowed hard now that she couldn't see him. He felt like he was backed into a corner. If he asked her to leave he would be seen as weak. If he tried to run he would be seen as weak. In both cases he died. A fight with Black Hair would kill him and the second someone else saw him running away they would kill him as well.

Black Hair laid her body on the table, her butt over the edge. There was only one way forward. He took slow and calm steps towards her. He glanced at the weapon she left on the chair. Maybe he could kill her? No, he still didn't have enough strength to do that. As he got behind her he could reconfirm she had a nice backside. But there were two problems … well there were dozens, if not hundreds, of problems but two right now.

One. He wasn't hard at the moment.

Two. She wasn't wet.

'Is she expecting me to do her raw?' Oxon didn't know what she was thinking. At least he knew she was the same as the women he had been with before. Not that he had been with many or that frequently. Still below he could see a normal looking vagina, if a different color do to her green skin. 'Enough thinking you need to act.'

No more hesitation. He drooled on his fingers then spread it around with his thumb. Usually he would try to build his way up to this, caress the thighs or at least make out a bit but Black Hair seemed not to want to play around. She was going straight for the end goal so he did as well. His hand reached out her butt and his fingers ran along her lower lips. She tensed slightly but didn't do anything more. After a while her breathing hitched.

"Wha, what are you, why aren't you starting?"

"Because I want to get a good feel first, now do what I tell you and relax." He came up with that pretty quickly. This whole being a Warchief thing was so far from anything he had done before that he was making things up as he went. He had watched what he said around others before but this felt different. Even if he said it a certain way he was still saying what he wanted most of the time. But now he wasn't doing what he wanted but what he thought others wanted him to do.

He continued to rub her pussy. Her breathing picked up, only slightly at first but slowly it got faster and faster. His efforts were rewarded as his fingers became slick with her arousal. It dripped off his fingers and ran down her thighs. This was one of the oddest situations Oxon had ever been in and that is something considering the fact he had fought and became a Warchief of orcs yesterday and had been excited by monsters fighting minutes ago.

He just had to focus on what was in front of him and live. This solved problem two but still left him with problem one. He needed to turn himself on as well so slid his free hand along one of her butt cheeks. The skin was so smooth, he gently went in circles enjoying the warmth for a moment. But then he remembered he had to keep things moving.

Placing his palm in the center of the cheek he squeezed down. The outer layer of her rump was soft and his fingers sank in. Like dough for making bread it rose up a bit between his fingers as he pressed down. But underneath that top layer felt more like rocks. Her muscles were a big contrast. This resistance only made him squeeze harder. A small moan came from Black Hair.

Shifting his weight to his other foot he noticed his pants felt tight … oh he was hard. Right that was what he was working towards and that was problem one solved, he guessed. It was uncomfortable so he tried to kick off his boots like she had done only to lose his balance. He ended up leaning on her to stop himself from falling. This only got another moan out of her as he pressed down on her butt more and roughly jerked his hand against her pussy. Stabilizing himself he continued to work his hands on her body. Trying again he pushed one foot against the other and slid it off then did it for the other one. He pulled the hand on her butt away to undo his belt and at the same time slipped two fingers into her folds. Black Hair gasped and pushed herself back onto his hand. With the belt taken care of he let his pants slide down. His undergarments were next and they too were haphazardly abandoned on the floor.

As he moved them out of the way his dick springed up. It felt so freeing to have it no longer constrained and he found himself pushing his hips forwards into the air. He enjoyed having it out in the open for a moment as his dick spent almost all of its time in his pants. Relaxing, he brought his hand back to her ass. Her quick breathing and wiggling on the table made him want her. He wanted to make a monster to succumb to pleasure that only he could give. This could go wrong in so many ways but he didn't care he was too focused on what his body was arguing him to do. His dick wanted in her pussy and she would kill him if he didn't give it to her.

He stopped fingering her and wiped his hand off on the shirt she was still wearing. Then he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance. Normally he would ask if the woman he was with was ready but this was far from normal. So he slowly pushed forward. The head of his dick slipped in easily and it was warm and tight. Far tighter than the women he had been with before. But it felt good and it only made him want more. He grabbed her hips and pulled himself in faster. When he bottomed out Black Hair gasped.

Oxon held himself all the way in for a few moments savoring the feeling. She was gripping him tightly which he enjoyed immensely. Her slick smooth walls not wanting him to leave. As the moment passed he noticed her squirming under him and pushing herself back into him. With his hands on her hips he stopped her from moving back and slowly pulled before slowly going back in. After a few times he picked up the pace and so did her breathing.

Soft moans filled his ears which only drove him on more. As time went on his thrusts got faster so she would make more of that sweet music. The way her folds moved around him as he pushed in and the way they closed behind him as he pulled out so her pussy was always touching him was almost intoxicating. He lost himself in the pleasure.

Loud smacks filled the room as his hips slammed into her butt. Each of her cheeks jiggled from the impacts which was a nice sight for him. Though a thought occurred to him. 'If I come first is that a sign of weakness?'

He was really getting annoyed at not knowing what counted as weakness. He guessed he should play it safe and try to get her to come first. Frankly he normally did that with a woman but that was because he was trying to give her a good time, not so he didn't die. He had decent stamina as far as he knew but he didn't want to chance it. He needed to give her what she wanted … and she seemed to like it rough. He was in too deep now, literally deep in her pussy, so he might as well go farther.

He brought one of his hands to her head and grabbed most of her hair at the base of her skull. The long black hair he had given her a nickname after was surprisingly silk-like in his grip. He fought the urge to be gentle and pulled. She let out a loud gasp as her head was forced back. He kept pulling, lifting her torso off the table. Her arms pressed down to help prop herself up. The whole time her moans got louder and louder.

This went on for a bit until her pussy squeezed down on him as she came. Her head whipped back as she opened her mouth to the ceiling and cried out. Or … he thought that's what it was. It sounded more like a roar to him. He hoped it was a roar of pleasure or something.

Her pussy was holding onto him so tight he didn't think he could pull out if he wanted to and well he didn't. He was surprised how good it felt. He pushed forward for what little good it did him just to try to feel a little bit more. Eventually she relaxed and she let go of her hold on him. Feeling this he let go of her hair and her arms gave out. She fell back down to the table landing ungracefully with a thud. She didn't seem to care.

For a few long moments both of them just tried to catch their breath. Oxon had moved his hands from her hips back to her behind. Leaning forward to steady himself she held him up and his weight pressed his hands into her cheeks. He was confused as he didn't usually get tired this quickly.

But at least he got her to come first. With his goal obtained he could leave without raising suspicion.

All was well.

Oxon felt her tense beneath him. Looking down she shifted to look at him. Her face was one of horror.

"You … you didn't come." her voice was oddly quiet.

He blinked at her … then blinked again. 'Was that bad?'.

"Am I that undesirable to you?" She opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Please tell me what I need to do to please you."

'Gods Why! Why did you make my life not make sense anymore.' Apparently not coming was an insult of some kind to an orc. It was as if you were saying they weren't good enough for you. His plan had backfired on him. If things couldn't get worse his legs wobbled. Suddenly he remembered everything he went through in the past few days. He was now confused on how he was still standing at all. He must have been so focused on what he was doing he didn't notice how tired he was. His muscles were ready to give out. 'What do I do now? I can't go another round.'

With his breath under control he pulled out. He knew she was still looking at him but he searched for a place to sit. Finding one he got an idea. It was weird to walk with his dick hard and out in the open but he moved with confidence not caring how it wagged side to side with each step. Seeing a leather flask he picked it up and was glad when water kissed his lips.

"Get up and take off your shirt." He didn't wait for a reply as he drank more water and kept walking.

Quickly she followed his command. Practically tearing them off her after using her arms to spring herself up from the table. Uncaring of them she dropped her remaining clothing onto the floor and waited to be told what to do next.

Oxon made it to the back of the tent and the centerpiece of the room. Looking it over for a second he sat upon the throne. It was odd looking down at the spot he was on his knees yesterday. How things changed so quickly. Pushing those thoughts aside, his gaze met the only other person in the room. "Approach the throne."

He got a good view of Black Hair's naked body as she walked towards him. She had far more sway in her hips than she did before. He wasn't sure if it was because of how hard he fucked her just now or if she wanted more and was trying to entice him. Maybe both. Orc skin apparently was quite smooth. He couldn't see any hair beneath her head.

"If you wish for me to give you what you want, you will have to earn it" he gestured to his lap with a hand. "Sit."

Black Hair stopped in front of him, arousal running down her thighs. She made a face as if what he said didn't make sense but she was too interested in his dick to care. Confused on how to start, she hesitated for a moment. Only for a moment. She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself onto the throne, her knees resting on the seat on either side of him. Shifting around she grasped him surprisingly gently and lined him up with her pussy.

As she moved she moaned again relishing the feeling. It was already louder than when they ended their last round and it only grew. She went at a steady pace grunting then she finally sat down. All he saw was desire in her eyes as she waited for him to tell her what was next … no command her.

"Bounce."

She blinked at him. "What?"

"Raise yourself up then lower yourself down. Do you expect others to do all your work for you?" Oxon didn't raise his voice yet each word was hard enough to break steel. "Bounce!"

Black Hair scrambled for a second trying to act before knowing what she should be doing. She tensed her legs to push herself up only to immediately go back down as she lost her balance. Stabilizing herself she gripped the throne beside his head. Trying again she lifted herself until she reached the halfway point of his dick. Then lowered herself.

She started off surprisingly slow bobbing up and down. Two large breasts were jiggling in front of him and he didn't try to resist. Rolling them around in his hands was great. So soft. So warm. Playing with them wasn't just nice for him as Black Hair subconsciously picked up speed to feel more pleasure.

Her eyes went wide as she realized she could set the pace. She went even faster slamming herself down onto him repeatedly. Tilting her head back she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the moment. Her mouth fell open showing off her teeth, if that wasn't enough she pulled her lips away too displaying the two rows of sharp biters.

"Enjoying yourself?" He twisted one of her nipples. Not hard but not soft. She let out another roar but quieter this time. Oxon didn't know what showing her teeth like that meant but he hoped it was a good thing.

"I've only been with the last two Warchiefs." She simply continued shoving his dick into her pussy.

…

The heavy smacks of her ass ramming into his lap drowned out the sounds of them breathing.

…

The wood of the throne groaned and creaked from the grip of her hands. He was very glad she wasn't gripping his shoulders. Their seat shook slightly as she picked up her pace. The sounds of them having sex was all that could be heard for a long time.

…

"How are you lasting this long?" Black Hair panted like a dog.

That was a good question. Now lasting this long wasn't out of the ordinary for him but he wasn't ordinarily in such a state. He was tired, he was weak and he was injured. And yet despite that he was still going. Something to think about later.

"You will get what you want. All you need to do is not lose your determination." Despite the strangeness and danger of the situation Oxon couldn't help but enjoy himself. He relaxed into the throne and let himself slide up into her. How she squeezed around him was delightful and was so wet making it so easy for him to slip in and out. After the last few days maybe he needed something like this.

As time went on a pressure built inside him.

"please please please." Black Hair's quiet and despret words told him he wasn't the only one that was close.

Her eyes went wide before her body shuttered and she slammed herself down for the final time. Tilting her head up to let out another roar, Oxon was glad it wasn't aimed into his face as it seemed to vibrate the air. The wood of the throne splintered under her grip, launching the small pieces into the air. Luckily away from him.

His upper body basically went limp as his hips pushed up … or tried to, she was a lot stronger than him so he didn't go anywhere. His hands still fell upon her hips out of instinct. Despite it all he didn't feel fear too lost in the pleasure as he was. The pressure inside reached its peak he couldn't hold back and didn't hold back.

He came and came hard.

For a moment it felt like his dick wasn't going to stop unleashing loads of cum into her. He wasn't sure he ever came so hard before but he had never been squeezed by a pussy so hard before either. He idly wondered since she had a lot more muscles all over her body than any other woman he was with if that meant her pussy had more muscles too.

As he finished one of the best fucks of his life he noticed her stomach. Mainly the 6 pack abs that were there. He must have been too focused on her breasts to have noticed them before. They were well defined and currently flexing as hard as possible. In fact every muscle of hers was tense and judging by how it felt, even the ones in her pussy were.

After a few more moments she relaxed, her body slumping forwards. Her arms smacked her thighs as they fell and her head came to rest on his shoulder. Both of them were breathing heavily.

…

Oxon really hoped this was all over now. He couldn't keep going and he didn't want to be killed by her for one reason or another that he couldn't care about right now. After a while both of them got their breathing under control. Trying to think of what to do next he was side tracked by an odd vibration on his shoulder. Only one question was left in his head. 'Is she purring?'

That was what it sounded - and felt - like. Why? Why was she purring? Comfortable? Happy? He didn't want to think about it. All he could think was. 'Orcs are weird.'

"Yes." Black Hair grunted randomly. It came out of nowhere and confused him more than his unwanted thoughts. "I did enjoy myself … more than I did with any other. And let's just say if you added up every time I had sex with them it still wouldn't be as long as you just lasted."

Oxon remembered what she said about being with other Warchiefs. Wait longer than every time added together? How fast did they come? He didn't think he was special but it sounded like she had been with them a lot. 'Did they come as soon as they pushed in? How the hell did I beat them in one go.'

After a moment he decided he didn't care. Neither of them knew how long they stayed like they were, sitting on the throne together. But after a long time Black Hair moved. It was slow as she didn't want to get up but she shifted and pushed herself up. It was long and drawn out as her pussy was dragged along his dick. Sucking and pulling the whole time not wanting to let go of its prize.

With a plop his dick was freed. He wasn't sure it was a good thing as the air was cold. Both felt disappointed, as she moved away both could see it on the other's face. As she stood to her full height he had a good view of his cum leaking out of her pussy.

Black Hair rubbed circles on her abs as she nodded to herself and looked up. "Thank you for … my reward, Warchief."

With that she turned and moved to get her clothes. He watched her go, that large sway in her hips still there. He could see her muscles flex and relax underneath her tight skin. She had fine glutes, which he was kind of jealous of as that took work, with a little bit of padding over them. Just enough to jiggle. That ass was a nice one for sure.

Oxon merely sat there as she got dressed. He swore she was showing off as she extended one leg and slowly pulled her pants up. Wiggling her hips as she fastened her boots. She turned so her breasts were pointed at him as she lifted her arms above her head to put her shirt back on. Then after all that she left, there was no farewell or acknowledgment. Just walking through the flap in the tent.

He sat there for a while not thinking about anything. A light breeze got him moving though as he noticed his dick was still just out in the open. Groaning, he got up on shaky legs. Shuffling over to the tables he slowly put his clothes back on.

Once done he sat at a table trying to process what just happened. He really wasn't sure. How did he even get here? Why did he just have sex with an orc? Admittedly good sex but still. An orc. HOW. Moreover, did she like it? The look she gave, the words she said. There was only one thing he did know right now.

He needed a nap.

With that he was moving again, albeit slowly. Eventually he made it back to the Warchief's room. As he closed the door he didn't see Cum-tongue, it still felt odd thinking of her as that name. Oxon walked farther in and could hear soft breathing. Looking around he eventually looked down. There, laying under the table was the shorter orc. She was on her side with her arms and legs curled a little bit. There was a slight bulge in her stomach.

Glancing at the table itself a lot of the food was still there though less than when he left. Cum-tongue had a satisfied smile as she slept. Oxon once heard someone talk about being in a food coma. 'Did she eat the entire time I was gone?'

After a moment he realized he didn't care. She could eat as much as she wanted. But he still wasn't going to use the Warchief's bed and felt like he should at least ask.

"I'm going to use your bed again." He only got mumbles from her as a response. He would have shrugged if he wasn't so tired. Like the last time his clothes, which were still bloody, were left on the floor and he laid down in her bed.

He felt exhausted. Oxon was out of energy, quite literally drained and by an orc at that. He closed his eyes.

Maybe his dreams would be more normal than his day was.

A.N.

I didn't even know I could write this much.

Posted 2023-05-21

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