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Harbukk Halftooth was a ruthless orc chieftain as cunning as
his shoulders were broad. He terrorised the lands around his ramshackle
fortress and ruled with an iron will over his tribe. Harbrukk had styled his
rule after his experience as a mercenary fighting for a hobgoblin legion. What
had impressed him most was the destruction wrought by the hobgoblin devastators,
powerful mages that have spent their whole lives mastering spells to annihilate
the enemy in battle. More than anything else he’d witnessed, this tactic stuck
with the orc. Now that he had a tribe to call his own, he sought to emulate their
formidable use of the arcane arts. Unfortunately, he had to start effectively
from scratch, but his malignant mind had already conjured a crude scheme.

He tasked his bands of marauders with abducting magic users
from the nearby populace, those who demonstrated enough prowess were forcibly
bred in the hopes of producing magically charged offspring. Naturally, such
haphazard methods largely resulted in failure. Only a couple of viable
candidates were produced, one of whom was the spawn of a beautiful young
half-elven maiden: A diminutive, remarkably effete male named Zuuri.

The sun had long since dwindled in the sky, the flickering
glow of torchlight illuminating earthen trails through the orc encampment as
Zuuri hurried towards the chieftain’s tent. Bored guards grunted boorish
comments as he passed by them, though they knew better than to delay the young
apprentice. He had been summoned, otherwise he wouldn’t have dared show his
face without an escort. He stuck out like a sore thumb, every bit as beautiful
as the elf-blood mother that birthed him. Not even the hooded robes he wore did
a good job of hiding his effeminate figure or the dainty features of his face.

He arrived at the crudely built stone structure in the
centre of the camp, flashing two more burly bodyguards a nervous smile as he
slipped through the hefty hide flap that served as a door. The large chamber
was as empty as the throne that squatted atop a makeshift dais. It was to be
expected. He was regularly summoned to display his progress, though it had
quickly transpired that chief Harbrukk had ulterior motives. He paused only to
murmur a soft incantation before heading to the bedchamber, the torches
adorning the wall changing hues seemingly at random as intermittent rumbles ran
through the floor to create the illusion of magical activity.

Stepping into the smaller room, he was greeted with the
familiar sight of the giant orc sprawled on a pile of furs with an impatient
expression and his thick, veined arousal already on display. The organ seemed
to perk up as the young half-orc shirked his robes to reveal his svelte body,
plump and curvy in all the right places just like his mother. Zuuri smiled
through the flush on his cheeks as he approached the older male, settling into
an embrace as the eager brute began to kiss and slobber at his slender neck.
The affection was born of little more than lust, and he knew better than to
trust it, but he was more than happy to indulge such attention. Being favoured
by the tribe’s leader was beneficial to his quality of life, keeping him safe
from the mobs that had already promised him unimaginable debauchery.

He let out a soft grunt as he was toppled into the furs,
torso and face pressing into pelt as a thick gobbet of spit slid between his
spread cheeks before a calloused thumb massaged it into his tender, pink,
rosebud. The knot of muscle yawned open slightly from overuse, offering
glimpses of the pillowy depths beyond and bringing a premature end to the
courteous act of lubrication. Powerful hands gripped his hips as the fat
cockhead nudged against his ring, slowly but surely sinking into the tight
embrace of Zuuri’s ass.

The way that girth slithered hungrily into his depths forced
a moan to the half-orc’s unusually plush lips, his own member jolting as the
stiff flesh eased over his prostate. Zuuri’s ass seized around the intrusion,
milking them both of the first trickles of dewy pre as the chief huffed with
the effort required to stuff the final few inches inside the half-orc’s silken
innards. The satisfaction of feeling so full lasted scant seconds before it was
stolen away from him. The sudden withdrawal felt like it sucked a sharp gasp of
air right through his body only to have it knocked back out of him as the cock
rammed home once again. So began the rough, self-serving lovemaking that was
the hallmark of perhaps every orc on this plane and the next. The intense,
bone-rattling pounding was at once torture and ecstasy. Whatever mischievous
deity placed the male g-spot up a male’s arse received every curse Zuuri could
conjure in his lust-hazed mind. Whether he wanted it or not, the fat fuckmeat
ploughing over the knot of nerves drove him wild.

After barely a minute or two he was reaching the
limits of his endurance. Despite this being a near daily ritual, his stamina
stubbornly refused to improve. Sweat made the two bodies gleam, mixing with
other more viscous fluids to raise a chorus of obscenely wet smacks and
squelches as their hips collided over and over. His entire body ached for
release, the fur beneath his bouncing dick matted with cockdrool that danced
like a gymnast’s ribbon as it descended from the teen’s arousal. Moans that
would embarrass the cheapest tavern-whore echoed off the walls as he finally
succumbed, hurling thick ropes of seed over stomach and pelt with carefree
abandon. His velvet walls clamped around the swollen flesh spearing betwixt
them, milking every inch of the mighty organ and coaxing the chief to follow
the half-breed to the blissful shores of orgasm. The brutish warlord continued
to ream that perfect fuckhole even as a primal groan heralded the beginning of
the end. Zuuri felt the belly of the organ swell with each hefty throb,
lashings of hot, glutinous jizz spilling into him. His vicelike grip on that
cock ensuring there was nowhere for it to go but deeper inside. Powerful
thrusts gave way to heavy, insistent grinding as the larger orc seemed intent
on emptying everything he had into the blissful depths. Zuuri’s expression
remained one of glazed euphoria, the glow of his orgasm cradling him even as
his stomach swelled with the sticky soup of his boorish lover.