Dagoks Trial Of Maturity Ch 06

Along the base of the foothills, there were no immediate signs or smells of water. The day was hot again, and Dagok's brief surge of energy faded as sweat once again drained him.

Dagok scanned the landscape for any sign of water. He spotted a small crevice in the rock and crawled into it, hoping to find a hidden spring or stream.

The crevice was dry, but the shade was cool. Dagok sighed, but he was not defeated. He crawled back out of the crevice and continued his search.

The sun burned his back while he climbed rocks and sniffed the air. Water eluded him, and he suffered occasional dizziness. The sound of a boulder tumbling surprised him.

Dagok's instincts kicked in, and he leaped out of the way just as the boulder missed him by inches and crashed to the ground. Above him, a group of creatures staring down, their eyes glinting in the morning sun.

They were large, bipedal, and covered in fur - Orcs! They raised their wooden spears and bashed them against their shields.

Dagok's heart thudded when he recognized his kin. He raised his own spear, to show he was ready to defend himself.

"I am Dagok, son of Anipa and Lyvelle!" He shouted in Orcish. "I sought water for my family. Would you help me?"

The Orcs conversed briefly, grunting in a language that sounded familiar, but which he could not speak. A female pushed a young male out of their ranks and pointed at Dagok. He bared his fangs and gripped his spear tightly, working his way down the rocky decline.

Dagok's eyes narrowed as he watched the young Orc approach. He knew that this was a challenge, but he was not ready to fight his own kind.

"I do not wish to harm you," he said, his voice low and calm. "I only want to find water for my family."

However, Dagok's upbringing blinded him to how Orcs dealt with intruders. The young male roared and charged, spear aimed at Dagok's chest!

Dagok had no choice but to defend himself. He sidestepped the charging Orc and thrust his spear into the creature's side. It roared in pain and fell to the ground. Its spear clattered beside it.

The other Orcs' faces twisted with rage, Dagok's chest heaved. "I did not wish to kill him," he said, "but I will unless you brought water." The young male clutched his side and growled as he trembled upon the rocks.

The adult female roared and shook her spear! She prodded her tribe mates and pointed at the wounded male. The others burst into horrific laughter, and the female was shoved forward. Slowly, eyes locked onto Dagok's, she descended the hillside. A long obsidian blade threatened in her hand.

Dagok's heart was heavy as the female approached. He knew that he must not let his guard down, but he also felt that he should not kill her.

He dropped his spear and raised his hands in surrender. "I do not wish to harm you," he repeated, his voice shaking. "I only want to find water for my family."

The female Orc circled Dagok until she reached the young male. Baring her teeth and growling, she held out her knife and bent her knees to examine the wound. She shouted something angry at the male, who frowned and clutched his side as blood ceased to flow from it. Dagok was reminded of how quickly his wounds could heal.

Something more striking than a stone knife prodded Dagok's nostrils - a scent that he had never smelled triggered a strong reaction. The female looked very different; her body was strong and arousing. The brief battle started a series of natural urges that compelled him to take the female. His dehydrated state made it difficult for him to resist.

Dagok's instincts screamed at him to claim the female, to take her as his mate. He tried to resist the urge, but his body betrayed him. His cock swelled, and he could not hide it.

"I apologize," he stammered, attempting to keep his eyes on her face rather than her body as he approached her with empty hands. "I cannot control this."

The female spoke in broken words: "You - speak - words - stupid. You weak now - from bad." She pointed to the wasteland. "I kill you." Then she thrust the stone dagger!

Dagok faltered while trying to dodge the thrust. The razor-sharp obsidian sliced his forearm where the lizard's filthy mouth had bit. Pus and blood flowed, draining vital fluid from his depleted body. He managed to grip her wrist and shake the blade from her grasp, but he roared in pain!

He fell to his knees and tugged the female closer. His gaze landed on a skin bottle, half full, attached to her fur belt. She attempted to bite her fangs into his bleeding wound!

Dagok's instincts took over, and he grabbed the female's head with his other hand. He pulled her mouth toward his, initiating an instinctual, deeply ingrained ritual where each bit the other's tongue. The metallic taste of blood filled his senses - hers and his own. Her resistance melted as she groaned, a wild female who had never resisted her nature before. They fell to the ground. She pressed her body against his.

He broke away, grabbed the water skin from her belt, and drank deeply. The liquid soothed his parched throat and revived his body. He ripped the loincloth from her waist and wrapped it roughly around his bleeding wound before falling upon her.

The female struggled beneath him, but mostly to open herself up to his rampant organ!

Dagok's hips thrust against hers as he took her, his cock sliding into her wet warmth. Her muscles shuddered along his prick, causing him to groan with combat fueled pleasure. His powerful and deep thrusts were driven by primal urgency.

She bit him - on the neck, shoulders, upper arms, and chest - while her lower body bucked upwards to meet Dagok's thrusts. The stinging pain from her teeth drew dark blood, but he barely noticed. Their eyes locked in a shared mental state of basic survival for their species.

Dagok's mind was consumed by the primal act of mating; his body moved on instinct alone. He felt his orgasm building and thrusted harder and faster to reach the peak.

Her arousal intensified, and the female's moans turned into barked words Dagok couldn't understand. From a couple yards away, the wounded Orc responded with a sullen and angry voice. Was she telling him to kill Dagok while she occupied the intruder?

Dagok tried to comprehend her words but knew he had to act swiftly. He thrusted harder and faster, attempting to bring her to climax before others attacked.

The female howled when her orgasm hit! She thrashed beneath Dagok, ready to accept his seed.

He roared as he felt her climax around his cock. With one final thrust, he released his seed deep inside of her. His body shook with pleasure, filling her with cum.

Dagok collapsed on top of her, heart pounding and breathing ragged. The sound of tumbling rocks caught his attention - the wounded Orc was climbing slowly up the hillside. The female licked blood from where she bit him; his semen still flowed into her body, calming one part of his mind. The rest of his thoughts worried about his parents.

The Orc woman paused to say, "Water - get now." She pushed at Dagok, their act loveless but effective.

He nodded and climbed to his feet, retrieving his spear and the water skins from his parents, which were still empty. He grumbled, a sense of ownership fighting his upbringing of free people. He couldn't stay with her but also realized he needed water for his family.

Dagok followed her along the hillside as she led him toward their destination. Many skin bottles fluttered empty on his back; legs shaky but determined, Dagok pressed onward.

The sun beat relentlessly down upon them during their march, consuming one hour after another. Sweat cooled his skin, leaving him lightheaded once more - perhaps she planned to kill by marching until he died from exhaustion.

Suddenly the unmistakable odor of green things ahead reassured Dagok. His heart leaped with hope when he smelled the greenery. He quickened his pace, his legs no longer feeling heavy.

They reached a small oasis, surrounded by thick brush and tangled vegetation. A small stream flowed through the center of it, and Dagok's heart swelled with joy. He knelt by the stream, gulping water as fast as he could and filling the water skins, his eyes never leaving the female.

"Get family. Meet them." She pointed back where her tribe had met him. Then she plodded away in that direction.

Dagok grunted and set off back towards his parents, the water skins sloshing against his back and hips.

It was morning again when he reached the place where he had left them, having trudged with his burden throughout the night. He called out to them, his voice hoarse which he quenched with the remainder from one of the half dozen full skins he carried.

A thin whistling reached Dagok's ears, like a final exhale through dried lips. He saw their bodies huddled behind their cloaks which provided no shade from the rising sun. He had only seconds to save them.

Dagok's heart raced as he rushed towards them, his legs moving as fast as they could. He dropped the water skins beside them and pulled them into the shade of their cloaks which hung from dead brush.

He forced water down their throats, hoping that it would revive them.

Both gasped and gurgled from the jets of water. They had trouble breathing and their hearts were beating slowly. The day was even hotter, but there was plenty of water. By nightfall, Anipa and Lyvelle could speak again. They remained incredibly weak however.

"No more, Lyvelle." Anipa warned. "Too much water, too quickly, will make us sick."

She nodded and thanked their son. "You have done the impossible."

Dagok smiled, tears of relief streaming down his cheeks. He sat beside them, his hand on his mother's shoulder.

"I will carry you to the foothills. Food and shelter awaits us there." Is what he said, but his parents would be unable to move for at least another day and night.

By the end of the second day, Lyvelle stirred and gained her feet. She frowned at her husband. "Help him, Son. We must leave or risk running out of water again."

Dagok nodded and helped his father to his feet. He supported him, his arm around his waist as they slowly made their way towards the foothills.

It was a painstaking journey, but they eventually reached the oasis after another day and night. But a howl ahead brought torches to light, and a line of Orcs, more than before, barred their way.

The only good thing was Anipa and Lyvelle had recuperated somewhat. She put her hand on hilt of her sword. "This is your trial, Son."

Dagok had had no mind to tell his parents of his earlier encounter with this tribe. He had been too worried about them.

In the torchlight, he recognized the female, beside her was the young male whose wound had somewhat healed. She yelled to Dagok. "Come - in light." She scrutinized them, as if what she saw might be dangerous.

"Elves and Orcs are ancestral enemies, Son." Lyvelle whispered to remind him. "We cannot fight the whole tribe, but they cannot yet see Anipa and I. We will withdraw for now." They retreated into darkness.

Dagok was laden with disappointment. He knew that he could not fight the whole tribe, but he also knew that he could not let his parents die of thirst.

He puffed up his chest at the Orcs, spear in hand, and shouted. "I must speak with your leader." He regretted never having a chance to learn the language of his race.

His request elicited growls, grunts, and laughter. The female stepped out of the line, her torch raised high. "Why family - not show?" She approached cautiously, steadily.

Dagok looked around, unsure of what to do.

He wanted to trust her, but he knew that he could not reveal his parents until he knew for sure that they would be safe. He held his spear steady, his eyes locked on hers. "You are my female. Fight me or obey."

She bared her teeth and produced her dagger. Its black glass shimmered in the flickering torchlight. "I Chanjib. Not yours!" She swished the knife, threatening.

Dagok growled at the knife. He could not back down, not if he wanted to protect his family.

He charged at her, spear raised. He thought not to kill her but make her understand that he was not to be trifled with.

Chanjib dropped her knife and fell to her knees, head bowed. She grunted a strange word, her voice submissive.

Dagok stopped in his tracks, confused by her sudden submission.

He looked around, expecting an attack from the other Orcs, but they remained silent. He loosened his spear grip and asked cautiously. "What did you say?" His voice was low and steady.

"It means connected." Anipa spoke softly behind them. "She has accepted you." Dagok's father took one step too many, and Chanjib's torch lit his full features for a second.

The female Orc screamed another word, grabbed her knife, and plunged it into Dagok's thigh!

Lyvelle screamed and suddenly appeared, her sword lopping Chanjib's head from her shoulders!

Dagok's world spun as he felt the knife sink into his leg. He fell to one knee, his hand gripping the wound. He looked up and saw his mother standing over the fallen Orc, her sword covered in blood.

He wanted to thank her, to tell her that he loved her, but the pain was too great.

The dozen other Orcs howled and shrieked but did not rush forward, except for the wounded youth. He charged, brandishing his wooden spear, this time prepared for Dagok's counter.

Lyvelle shouted. "Our only chance is to charge, my Son. You must find the strength within you, to survive!" She readied to charge with him. Anipa began to twirl his sling.

Dagok gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet. He knew that he had to save his family, no matter the cost. He charged forward, spear raised, roaring from a rage so intense, he nearly frightened himself!

Lyvelle raced alongside her son. A sling bullet sang overhead and bashed one of the Orcs in line. Their torches revealed Lyvelle's feature and they screamed a word that could only mean ELVES!!!

The young Orc's bluster faltered. Alone and without the protection of his tribe, he threw himself to the ground and slammed flat into the dirt. His spear tumbled away as he shuddered in fear.

Lyvelle's sword gleamed like death.

Dagok's heart raced as he charged into the line of Orcs. He felt a fierce determination to protect his family, to overcome his wounds, his limitations, and these wild foes.

He swung his spear in wide arcs, knocking the Orcs aside. He heard his mother's battle cry and knew that she was with him.

The Orcs were stunned by the bold rush and steel blades. Their hatred for Elves did not withstand their sudden fear of death in the dark. The line broke when three of their kind fell never to move again. Then the dozen Orcs scattered in separate directions! Their torches diminished with distance, shook wildly, and disappeared.

What remained were three dead and one live Orc on the ground. The smell of greenery and the splashing of water drew Lyvelle and her son out of their suicidal battle lust.

Another lust replaced it in Dagok's heart!

Dagok looked down at the young Orc, who was still trembling on the ground. At their prisoner, he felt anger and pity, but more primal instincts took priority. His cock swelled, and his urge to mate overwhelmed him.

Blood running down his thigh, he grabbed his mother and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shouts and struggles. He carried her towards the stream, his mind consumed by the need to breed.

"Dagok! Do not lose yourself." Lyvelle understood he had faced the challenge of his life and won. Her son's Orc instincts were raging. Even his wounds were compelling him to mate and breed!

Anipa tied the surrendered Orc's hands to his feet, like one would tie a boar but behind the Orc's back. His tears were not seen by his wife and son as Dagok carried her to the water.

Dagok's mind was consumed by lust, and he could not hear his mother's words. He threw her to the ground beside the stream and ripped her clothes from her body.

He thrust into her, his cock swelling as he picked up speed. She yelled, not wanting him but not fighting, and he groaned with pleasure! "Son, I am not your prize!"

Lyvelle was surprised by how receptive her sex was to her son's huge invader, as if that part of her had become accustomed to being ravaged by him.

Dagok's hips thrust into her with increasing ferocity. He felt his orgasm building, and he knew that he would not be able to stop himself before it hit. His cock pulsed with power, and he felt his mother's body begin to respond.

He was in a primal trance, his body moving on instinct as he ravaged his mother. He felt no guilt, no shame, only the overwhelming urge to breed. His cock was the master, and he was its slave.

Lyvelle saved her breath. Her son was too far gone, to heed her advice let alone hear it. His Orc nature had consumed him. Was this due to interacting with others of his kind? She did not know about his tryst with the female she had decapitated. Dagok clearly had not cared about that kill.

Lyvelle had little mind to contemplate anything but the savage, huge cock plowing up her wet furrow. Something about Dagok's intensity sparked a strange passion within her heaving breasts. Already, there was no denying the pain and pleasure being driven up her spine. She groaned and grabbed her son's muscular back. "This is new." She gasped, her mind suddenly wanting more - to be hurt more - to feel more pleasure! "My SON - fuck me!"

Within earshot, Anipa talked in halting Orcish, to their captive. He cringed upon hearing his wife's cry.

Dagok's ears rang from his mother's words which boosted his lust. He fucked harder, his cock gouging into her with a feral passion that he had never known before. Her body bucked against his thrusts, her Elf cunt gripping and releasing in a primal rhythm.

He smashed his lips against hers and penetrated them with his tongue! His nails clawed at her large breasts, scoring them until they were red with scrape marks.

Lyvelle cried out from every thrust and scrape. When her son's mouth attacked hers, she found herself sucking on his tongue and sticking hers out for similar treatment. The act was considered disgusting by Elves in her village, but it was whispered about among the younger population.

She screamed when one of Dagok's tusks bit through her tongue! Then a massive wave of ecstasy slammed through her senses, and she was torn from reality and hurled through clouds of bliss. Lyvelle thrashed and convulsed as she clutched her son with all of her amped-up strength! "HAAAAAAAA!" She howled, blood trickling down her chin and seeping out of her savaged cunt!

Dagok's cock throbbed with pleasure as he felt his mother's orgasm. He thrust harder and faster, his body shaking with the force of his own climax. Cum exploded from his cock, filling her with his seed.

His strength gave out, breathing ragged and his heart pounding. Love and shame came forward in his mind, but love was stronger. He fully realized that he could not live without his mother.

"You are mine, now." He growled his dominance as his semen continued to flood her older but still fertile womb.

She hardly heard her son's proclamation. Lyvelle remained transported to an erotic domain like one of the heavens. She floated without a care for reality. She clung to him, her body shuddering from successive orgasms.

Dagok felt her convulse beneath him, and he took pride in the pleasure he had given, beyond anything she had ever known.

He grinned with tusks showing, feeling vain and satisfied. He had claimed his mother. He would never let her go. He pulled out and looked down, his cock still hard and throbbing.

Dagok grabbed his mother's hair and lifted her head. He scooted his groin closer. "Suck it, Mother. This is how you will clean me from now on."

Dagok had to shake her out of her trance. When his cock touched his mother's full lips, Lyvelle took it into her mouth, without fully understanding what her son had told her. She sucked and licked the huge length as best she could while reeling from ecstasy.