Noah and the Orc
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It was a hot day. Noah sat under a sprawling apple tree, alone in the sunny field. Their shirt, dirty from the day's work, sat discarded by their side. Sweat glistened on their skin and ran down their bare chest in little droplets. Biting into an apple, the juice ran down their chin and they sighed in contentment at the sweetness.
They had been hard at work all day herding their master's sheep, and this was a welcome break. They'd only been at this job a few months; having no family or ties to an area, they roamed where they pleased, picking up odd jobs to make ends meet and have a roof over their head. They could see the sheep from their position under the apple tree, happily grazing in the field. This is good, they thought to themself. Maybe I'll stay here a while, at least till the winds turn cold and I'm no longer needed through the winter.
The line of trees beyond the pasture rustled with the summer breeze. A few crows startled, flying overhead. The few sheep that found themselves closest to the forest quickly joined the rest of the herd, as if spooked. Noah took another bite of apple, unbothered. From their view below the tree, they couldn't see the hulking form of the being who watched them from the forest.
The orc had been watching the human for a few weeks now, mesmerized by their strong body that seemed tiny in comparison to his rippling orc muscles. He had watched as the human spent the days in the fields, and slept amongst a bed of hay in the barn through the nights. The human tempted him with their flat chest dotted in freckles, which they so often left bare, and their long hair that they kept in braids. He wanted to pull on those braids, hear the little human gasp in pain and arousal...A few days ago, he had caught the human singing, and their voice was so sweet. He had realized then that he must have this sweet shepherd as his own.
As his keen eyes watched them bite into the apple, he could feel his cock growing tight in his pants. The sweet juice dribbled down their chin and onto their glistening chest. He imagined their full lips around his cock, cum dripping from the corners of their mouth, those big brown eyes looking up at him. He could take the human right there in the field. The chase would be short; he knew he could overpower them easily. Not yet. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. If he took the human now, someone might see. He would have to wait until the perfect moment.
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Evening approached, and Noah led the flock back to the stable for the night. The sun had not yet set, and they sat on a stool, cutting up some bread and cheese for dinner. What is that smell? Gods, is that me? They weren't a vain person, but several days without bathing had left them covered in a layer of sweat and grime. Checking to make sure the sheep were fed and watered for the evening, they slipped away to bathe in the creek. Beyond the lower field was a creek that bordered the forest. It was tucked away, with soft mossy rocks bordering it. It was serene and private, the perfect place to wash up.
They unlaced their boots, flexing their toes in the cool moss. Pulling their trousers off and then their shirt, they slipped into the water with a gasp. The sun was going down, and despite the warm day the water was cold and they shivered. Their nipples stood erect from the sudden shock. Noah immersed themself in the water, letting the cool water relax their muscles and wash away the grime. They slowly began undoing their braids, letting the water clean their hair. They had a small comb, given to them by a friend many years ago, and they untangled the mats that had begun to form. Once they had washed and combed through their long dark hair, they wrung it out and deftly braided it again, humming a melody they had learned many years ago.
The orc had followed Noah here, watching from his view in the woods. He couldn't have planned this better himself; a secluded bathe in the creek was the perfect opportunity to steal the human. He couldn't help but be transfixed, though, as he watched the small human bathing. They were like a nymph, hair swirling in the water around them. Their lithe hands were so quick with the braiding. He imagined those hands around his cock and let out a deep growl.
"Hello?" their frightened voice called, suddenly no longer at peace. "Is someone there?"
The orc didn't dare move. He hoped that if he didn't make another sound the human would be unsuspecting when he grabbed them. After a long pause the human went back to bathing. The orc watched as they ran their slender fingers across their chest and down past their hips, following the curves of their body.
Noah had been alone a long time. Their roaming lifestyle meant that they had slept with all manner of people, but the only other person who worked for their current master was an old woman. They had been deprived for months now, and as the cool water soothed their body their fingers grazed the top of their pubic mound. They stepped out of the water a bit, until it only came past their knees. Slowly they massaged their pussy, sighing at the sensation. Dipping their fingers inside themself they were surprised at the wetness. Using their middle finger they began to rub slow circles around their clit, and their breathing hitched. Their chest rose quickly and their back arched as they ran their fingers gently over their pussy. They were growing warm with desire, and they felt the sensation spread from their core. They were making small involuntary noises now, moaning with each stroke as their body shivered with pleasure.
The orc watched silently from the woods, running his hands up and down his hardening cock. The little human would be his. Soon, they would be making those noises for him. He couldn't take it any longer, and rushed from the woods.
Noah turned in fright at the dark green shape coming towards them. Their desire turned to fear as they scrambled up the rocks, trying to escape, but slipped back into the water. They felt strong hands grasp their waist and they cried out. Before they knew what had happened they were thrown over the orc's shoulder and carried into the woods.
"Help! Someone!" screamed Noah. The orc slapped their ass, hard, and they cried out in pain. "Please, let me go!" They twisted and wriggled, trying to free themself, but the orc's arm was massive and kept them pinned tight. Thrashing with their arms they pummeled the orc's back, scratching and hitting. The orc only chuckled and kept walking. "You are a fierce one, little pet. I can tell you will be fun." Noah let out a sob. What could that mean?
It was dark as the orc carried them further and further into the forest, away from any help that might have come. It seemed like they walked for hours. Noah never stopped thrashing and hitting, trying desperately to be free from the orc's grasp. Their wet skin was freezing and they shivered uncontrollably. They had heard stories of orcs taking people, and no one ever returned. Stories of murder, torture, and violation swam in their mind. The blood had rushed to their head and they felt dizzy. Tears streamed down their face and they kicked and sobbed, begging for the orc to put them down.
Finally, they reached a cave. The orc placed Noah on the soft pelts that covered the floor with surprising gentleness, and a flame illuminated the space as the orc lit a fire. As the orc turned his back Noah rushed up, sprinting for the mouth of the cave. Suddenly the blood rushed from their head and their vision swam as they crumpled to the ground.
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Noah awoke wrapped in a warm pelt. The orc was looking at them with dark eyes that seemed...concerned? That couldn't be right.
"Here, have some of this," he said, handing them a cup of warm liquid.
"Get away from me!" they shrieked, shrinking away.
"Please, it will help you feel better. You are very cold."
"How do I know it's not poison? Or some sort of orc magic, trying to drug me!"
"It is not," he said simply. "Please. I can't have you getting sick."
Reluctantly, Noah took the cup, eyeing the liquid with suspicion before downing the contents. It was warm and tasted like cinnamon, and they felt the feeling return to their finger and toes.
"Why have you taken me? What do you want with me?" their voice quivered despite their best efforts to be brave.
"You will be my pet, little human. I will mate with you and make you mine," replied the orc. Noah could see in the firelight that his dark eyes burned with desire.
"I will never be yours, monster!" they cried. The orc slapped them across the face, hard, and they cried out in shock and pain.
"Don't be insolent, little one. You are mine. You will beg for me before I am done with you." The orc moved with surprising speed, pinning their arms above their head. They wriggled desperately, trying to be free from his grasp, but he was too strong. He loomed above them, huge muscles gleaming in the light of the fire, dark hair cascading from his head. He was bare chested, with dark green skin. He had dark eyes and a square jaw with two protruding bottom teeth. Scars ran along his arms and chest, and a large one cut across his face. Earrings of metal and bone hung from multiple piercings in his large pointed ears.
"Like what you see, little one?" asked the orc slyly, and Noah realized they had been staring. Their hips wriggled and they kicked the orc helplessly, still trying to free themself.
"Of course not!" they retorted. The orc growled, a low sound deep in his chest. His eyes seemed to get darker, somehow.
"You will learn to obey me, pet." Noah spit on his face in response, getting the orc in the eye. He growled and for just a second loosened his grip on Noah's wrists. Seizing the opportunity, they slid from his grasp and ran to the mouth of the cave. They only managed to make it a few feet before they were grabbed by strong hands and lifted off the ground.
"You don't seem to understand, little one. You are mine. You are not leaving. Naughty pets are punished." The orc threw Noah to the ground with a deep growl. His face was pure anger. Any sort of gentleness that had been there previously was gone. They watched in horror as he undid his belt. He knelt to the ground beside Noah and put one leg up.
"Lay across my knee." Noah didn't move. "I will beat you twenty times for your disobedience, whore. Do you want it to be forty?" They whimpered and quickly did as he had asked. They shivered with fear and the orc watched their perfect ass shake as they got into position.
"Please, don't do this," they begged.
