Deep in the Dar: the Claiming

Though relations between Orcs and the other races have long since turned peaceful, much of what we know about their culture is still based only on rumor and individual experiences. The greatest source of these are the children born of unions between Orcs and those races able to carry a mixed blood child.

Some of these accounts describe a frenzy that possesses male Orcs and half-Orcs once they find a suitable mate. They tell us that it is a clear minded madness, one that takes over the male in question and pushes him to impregnate his mate before another Orc takes notice of her. Nothing will stop him short of exhaustion, his period of recovery after seeding his woman reduced to almost nothing until the biological urge has been satisfied.

Interestingly, once the female is bred and the male's claim is secure, they will often share their mate with the tribe, seeing them as a prize to be flaunted rather than a treasure to be hoarded. How this impacts those of mixed heritage compared to those of full Orcish blood has yet to be fully....

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Avilane raised her arms above her head in a stretch, soaking up the warm sun as they reached the surface at last. Daven, ever true to his word, whisked her away to his home as soon as they had left the underdark and separated from their party. It took them a while to actually leave, every time they thought they were done another round of tearful goodbyes followed. Daven would see them again when they next left on a job but for Avilane it really was goodbye.

She'd held each of her companions in turn as she bid them farewell one last time, more than a few taking a cheeky grab of her ass before they lost the opportunity forever, before turning and walking away with Daven as he led her through the city to his house. It was about the same size as her own, she noted as Daven lit the lights in the entry way with a wave of his hand, the enchantment kicking on now that the owner was home. It was more than enough for one person and maybe a guest but nowhere near big enough for a family.

"Well, we would have moved at some point,"

she thought, unbothered about the space issue at the moment.

She shifted uncomfortably where she stood, her lower half aching with need. She'd probably see if Marius would mind letting her use some of the inn's special bath oil. If not, she could always find her way over to one of the various potion shops by the wharf. Somewhere there she should find what she was after and then she could dump as much as was needed into her bath to restore her body. At the reminder of her ordeal, her pussy and asshole burned.

She knew no one usually survived an encounter with a mimic once they were captured, breeding season or otherwise, but in none of the books her party had had on them was it written how long the effects of the monster's aphrodisiac lasted if you

did

get caught and escape. Ever since she'd woken up the next day, her body was constantly on fire. No matter what she did, there was a need for more lingering just under her skin. That need seemed to amplify each sensation as well. Even just simply having someone brush by her sent a shiver down her spine and wet her underclothes.

She'd spent every night since in Daven's tent with him, touching and being touched, trying anything they could to ease her need. They kept their lovemaking at night to the privacy they'd found away from the main camp, if only for the sake of their companions, but even bent over on the moss with the huntsman as deeply inside as he could cram himself she ached. Having Daven bury himself in her ass and fuck her so sweetly melted her heart but did little else besides soothe her momentarily. It was still a welcome relief despite how briefly it lasted.

She didn't have much more time to think about anything as the the door shut behind her with a heavy thunk and she was spun around and bent over with her ass presented to Daven before the latch had finished falling into place. She had a fairly good idea what was coming next and fell back on old habits, letting her old whore-magic wash over her holes and clean her up as was so often necessary lately. Her pants were torn from her body, the shreds in his grasp tossed away blindly as his prize was revealed. Daven gripped the globes of her ass in his meaty hands and spread her apart, the only thing left to obscure his vision the scrap of fabric she called her underthings. The thin cloth was twisted into a rope where it rubbed against her puckered holes, the three days between now and her attack by the mimic not enough time to heal completely. Especially since Daven could hardly keeps his hands off of her now that they'd agreed she was his.

He kept working his hand under her pants to finger her ass as they walked. Every time they stopped on the way back up to the surface, he'd pulled her away to some shadowy corner and pressed his mouth to her, heedless of their friends trying to ignore them only steps away white he greedily ate her out. He was just as greedy with her body when he put himself between her lips and took his release from her mouth before walking them back to rejoin the group as if nothing had happened.

He didn't bother to move the twisted panties aside this time, shoving his face into her sopping wet pussy and feasting. She moaned into the door as her lover assaulted her, the delicate and tender flesh swelling under his ministrations right away with how overworked she was lately. His tongue breeched her, her cunt's entrance barely yielding to him with how tight it was. She heard him groan into her ass as her juices covered his tongue before he pressed himself in further. He loved how Avilane's cunt gripped him, milking his tongue as he thrust it in and out of her. He sucked her labia into his mouth, working his jaw to play with the rest of her pussy as much as he could while not slowing down as he fucked her with his tongue.

He'd known she would be a good fuck, it had been obvious by the way her body swayed when she walked. He thought if she'd ended up liking him, it would be easy enough to breed her. A pretty thing like her, even if his seed didn't take right away you certainly wouldn't hear him complaining about having to fuck her over and over again until it did. In fact, that had been his plan ever since he'd invited her to join their party at the guildhall. What he hadn't expected was just how

good

her pussy was. He hadn't even had the chance to bury his cock inside yet and he was addicted. He gripped her ass harder, pulling so she opened even more for him, his tusks rubbing against her as he moved around like a savage.

He pulled his face back, the long and thick tongue he'd been blessed with thanks to his Orcish blood withdrawing from her completely as he sat back on his heels and spread her. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy even further apart, watching how the engorged hole twitched and dripped its nectar to the wooden floor. Her knees were shaking as she struggled to stay standing, her breath coming out in harsh pants.

Daven left his Laney alone for another second before diving into her ass. This hole he'd had plenty of and already he couldn't wait to have it again. The puckered ring opened up for him immediately, the way it wrapped around his tongue totally different than the way her pussy did. With her ass, he didn't focus on how deeply he tongued her, instead he made his goal to penetrate her as rapidly as he could, overwhelming the swollen and red ring of her asshole and driving her into incoherency. He wanted to confuse her senses until she couldn't tell anymore whether he was piercing her or withdrawing for his next thrust. Once she couldn't tell up from down he was going to sheath himself in her delicious pussy. A pleased sound rumbled from his chest at the thought of her waiting cunt and he increased the speed of his thrusts. He removed one hand from her asscheeks and pressed his fingers into her cunt as he tongue fucked her ass, filling the girl more and making her voice break as she wailed.

With each pass of his tongue through her pucker, he felt something new bubbling up in his veins, a drive to keep taking her until she was finally

his

. He closed his eyes and turned all his attention onto her. He was soon lost in the taste and sound of her sex, his grip turning harsh and her pale skin blooming with bruises where he had her. The tusks that protruded from his lower jaw rubbed against her, unyielding and hard where her pussy was soft and delicate. The friction pushed her into a fast climax, her voice breaking as she moaned into the heavy wooden door again. He kept eating her through her orgasm, his chin covered in the cum that poured from her.

He pulled his face away to look at her and felt pride at what'd he done so far. Her asshole was soaked with his saliva, the tight rosebud he began with opened up just enough that he would be able to slide at least a finger in with ease. Her pussy was in worse shape, both her cunt and her thighs glistening with her own mess. She was

exquisite.

He took one more swipe of her with his tongue before he dropped lower and took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard. Her already weak knees gave out as she came again at once with a scream, landing hard on the floor and gasping for breath.

Daven lifted her with one arm, wrapping it around her waist to haul her to the dining room table. Once he got there, he laid her over the surface, her breasts juggling as she fought to catch her breath. He ripped away what was left of her pants, tossing the shredded fabric away somewhere behind him. He positioned her so her hips were angled up and he could see her glistening pussy before sliding himself free of his breeches. The head of his cock slipped between her puffy pussy lips and he slid it back and forth a few times, coating his cock in her juices.

He grabbed himself with one hand to line his cock up with her hole, slipping off more than a few times when he tried and failed to push forward due to how tight she was. He finally held himself just right and internally cheered as the tip of his cock began to breech her. He had to work to stuff his member inside, her opening too swollen and tight after everything she'd been through to let someone his size in easily. He wasn't going to be denied though. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he pushed himself forward, feeling his cock carve its way inside of Avilane inch by agonizing inch as she moaned brokenly, still trembling in the aftershocks of her sudden second climax.

A strange heat began to build where he was burying himself, the warmth starting at the head of his cock and moving through her cunt, and then he was slamming the rest of the way into her, her channel wrapped perfectly tight around his member like a second skin. She gasped, the wind knocked out of her when he hit the back of her cunt, suddenly too full too fast as she thrashed where she lay over the table. He groaned as her wiggling jostled his cock inside her and tightened his grip, new bruises already blossoming forth where his fingers had her. The feeling of her around him was almost indescribable. If he hadn't already decided to breed her, this would have done it for him.

The walls of her pussy flexed around him while he held himself in place, squeezing him and pulling him in impossibly deeper. He removed moved his hands from her hips to wrap them around her waist instead for a better grip, his massive hands almost encircling her completely, and used his new hold to drag her off of his cock agonizingly slowly. As soon as he was left with only the head of his prick inside of her, he pulled her back down just as slow. He rolled his head back so he was facing the ceiling and closed his eyes as he worked his little female up and down his rod, soaking in the feeling.

Avilane was incoherent. Every time Daven moved inside of her she felt the head of his cock dragging along the walls of her cunt and it only made her grip him tighter. However big he'd felt in her ass, the way he split her cunt made him feel so much bigger. Her third orgasm crept up on her and surprised her, her mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back in a silent scream as her body locked up, pussy impossibly tight around Daven's cock as she came. He kept up the torturously slow back and forth pace until she relax again and then began to speed up, working his hips faster with each time they slapped against her ass, the soft cheeks turning a brilliant red very quickly. Soon he was pounding her cunt like he'd taken her ass their first night together, fucking her like he wanted to take over the memory of ever cock that had ever been inside of her.

His balls tightened and drew up against him as he pressed as deep as he could and came, letting the thick stream of his seed pour into his woman's womb. He let the both of them rest as he took his time to recover, waiting until he was sure he could walk without embarrassing himself before he removed his cock from Avilane. He was uncaring as his cum leaked from her pussy and soaked the floor, already being pushed out as her insides throbbed, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to his bed, their bed, and dropped her onto the covers. He let her bounce a couple times, eyes on her curves as she did, before grabbing her by one ankle and dragging her back to him.

He reached down and grabbed her shirt by its front with both hands and pulled, tearing the fabric apart before doing the same to her breast-band and panties. He tossed the rest of her ruined clothes away like he had the remains of her pants and looked down at her, in his bed and naked at last. He yanked, pulling her to him until her cunt was facing his cock again and then grabbing her other leg and holding one ankle in each hand. He watched his cock where it lay against her pussy and couldn't help but notice how much bigger than her he really was. Then he was hilting himself in her and starting his claiming over again. She whimpered as she sobbed her pleasure to Daven. She'd been fucked all and night day before, several times in fact, and she had never been reduced to such a state. The closest she'd ever come was with Braun and even that was nothing like this.

Something about what the mimic had done to her had twisted her mind. Her body was still well versed in sex, the blessings and skills she'd accumulated over the years still etched deep in her bones. The pleasure was still the same but it all felt...fresh again. Before she'd been almost jaded by the experience required to have developed her skills, each one having felt exhilarating in turn but fading with repetition before she moved on to her next escalation. With whatever the creature had done to her, everything at once was suddenly all brand new again and it was somewhat overwhelming. Her body tingled and throbbed like it had when the farm-boy next door had put his hands under her blouse, fumbling around with no experience and still managing to make her cum for the first time in her life.

She cried as she came now, her nerves flayed by the unending attention from Daven. He however had much more experience than her neighbor had had and she was suffering for it. He kept going, the thick muscles of his arms bunching as he pulled her closer, struggling to get the last portion of his cock to fit inside. He was determined to fit the whole thing before he came. He pressed in, forcing the last few inches inside and watching with some awe as his cock disappeared completely. He saw something then that he hadn't noticed before with her on the table. He'd fit what he could then but with Lane laid on her back like this, he could see very clearly how his cock pressed out from her front, her belly wrapping around where he protruded out in an obscene bulge.

He was amazed as he watched his cock twitch at the sight, that the motion was visible to him sending a thrill coursing throughout his body. He pulled out of her slowly, entranced, watching the bulge move down her front and then decrease until it was gone once less than a third of his cock was filling her. He shoved himself back in just as slow, taking great pleasure in watching the bulge press out again, taking note of how she struggled to escape him and holding her legs apart as he pressed the last few inches inside again.

He kept on like that for hours, his pursuit of his orgasm abandoned for now in the face of this new treat. The sun's light faded and sent shadows creeping down the walls as he moved in and out of his woman. He never faltered in his rhythm, continuing to saw in and out of her at what had become a punishingly slow pace. Every so often Lane would come around his cock and her body would scream out for more that wouldn't come. Daven was equally unyielding, obsessed with the way he filled her and long since overtaken by the need to claim, fuck,

breed

. He only stopped when he was about to cum, leaning down to wrap his teeth around her nipples and suckling at her tits while his fingers mashed at her clit and caressed the skin of her pussy where it was stretched taut around him.

He'd play with her until he'd drawn himself back from the edge before continuing his slide and in out of her. He was wholly unwilling to bring the night to a close and he maintained that discipline until he was forced to give in at last. His own orgasm had been building for hours now and would not be held back any longer.

His balls hung low, swollen to three times their usual size and the only reason they hadn't exploded yet was thanks to his hereditary endurance. He sent a quick blessing to his half-breed mother for deciding to take an orcish mate rather than a human one, resulting in him being a rather rare 3/4 orc rather than having the usual 1/2 or less that mixed-blood children usually carried. He pulled out one last time, savoring the feeling of the drag against her walls before pushing himself in until his hips were flush to Avilane's again. He pressed himself even harder against her as he leaned over and covered her body with his, out of cock to feed her but needing to be closer before he came with a groan, his spend starting off as a slow trickle before increasing to a flood.

Avilane lay there, pressed into the mattress by the weight of his body, feeling his cum fill her and keep pouring in, globs of his seed spilling out of her cunt around where he stretched her. She was completely raw, her voice gone from screaming and her limbs were heavy like they were made of lead instead of flesh. She lay pinned under him until he finally stopped cumming, waiting for him to release her waist and pull out. When he did neither, she tried to wiggle away from him herself only to be stopped by his grip tightening.

He growled at her and pulled her back down sharply, keeping her stuffed with him and his cum while they laid on top of the covers. He used his own body to push her up the bed, crawling with his cock still lodged inside of her and forcing her to move backwards with him. Once they were laying on the bed more normally, he got them under the covers and laid over the girl, pressing her under his bulk and keeping her from being able to flee while he slept. The aggressive shuffling around as they moved pulled another climax from the girl under him, still stuffed full of Daven even as he moved. It sent her last nerve over the edge and knocked her out at last. Daven followed after her, his arms locked around her like steel bands and keeping her in place while he finally drifted off.

They stayed like that through the morning, sleeping deeply even as the sun rose higher. Neither one of them roused until the afternoon had begun and then it was Daven that woke first. His cock had finally softened in the night, though it was still tucked firmly inside of Avilane, her pussy swelling around him and keeping him lodged deep within her. Although the heat surrounding his rod was quickly bringing it back to a hardened state, he didn't have the energy yet to bend his mate over over and plow her again. He didn't think he would until after he'd eaten at least. He found he didn't have any real drive to fuck her pussy again yet either. He felt satisfied with what he'd left in her the night before for now.