This story contains themes of nonconsent/reluctance, and includes beating, violence, orgasm denial, and a blowjob. The human character is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. The orc character is male.
The sex starts after the double line (====)
Enjoy! (;
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It was still dark when Noah woke up. The fire had died to a few dark red embers, and the only light in the cave was from the pale moon that peeked through the trees. They shivered in the cold night air, curling deeper into their blankets and pelts. A large arm was wrapped around them, a bare, muscled torso warm against their back. Maybe they could sleep for a while longer...the air was so cold and the orc's body was so warm...
The orc!
Their eyes flew open as they remembered with horror the night before; the kidnapping by the creek, their beating after they tried to escape, and the humiliation that followed when the orc used their body to pleasure himself. Their cheeks flushed when they remembered the way they had begged to cum while riding the orc's giant cock. The brute had forced them to declare that they were "his," but Noah knew that meant nothing. Now was their chance to escape before the sleeping orc noticed they were gone.
They shifted a little, testing to see if the orc noticed, but his breathing remained steady. Slowly, Noah raised the orc's arm off of them. The orc growled a low sound in his chest, and Noah froze with fear. Their heart pounded in their ears, but after a minute the orc had not moved, and they continued to slowly extract themselves from under their captor's grasp. They rolled up some pelts and tucked them carefully under the dark green arm, hoping that it would fool the sleeping orc for at least a little while.
Noah was still naked, and they silently wrapped a blanket around themself. They would certainly have some explaining to do when they arrived back at the farm. Taking care not to jostle any loose stones or step on anything, they crept to the opening of the cave. They checked one last time that the orc was still asleep before quietly exiting the cave and making their way into the crisp summer night.
The farm was most likely south, they thought, since the woods by the creek had been north of the farm. They had no idea how far away the farm was, but it had only taken the orc a few hours to carry them here. They knew it would take longer for them, especially since they were barefoot, walking in the dark, and not certain where they were going. Noah hoped that once the sun rose they would have an easier time, and they prayed that they would have enough of a head start that the orc couldn't catch up to them before they got back to the farm.
They tried their best to be silent as they walked away from the cave, avoiding small sticks and taking slow, careful steps. Once they were far enough away that they thought the orc couldn't hear them they were less careful, though still mindful of sharp sticks that might puncture their bare feet.
The forest was dark, barely lit by the pale moon. Noah could hear strange noises around them, chirps and growls as nocturnal creatures moved around them. They tried to push back their rising fear. There were stories of the monsters that lurked in these woods, huge ogres that would eat you alive and wolves that spoke with men's voices, and darker, unnamable evils that lived in the mountains. And of course, orcs. Noah shivered as they remembered the dark green brute that had kidnapped them the day before.
They walked a little quicker, resisting the urge to run. They knew running through the dark woods would be dangerous, and they might get hurt too badly to continue. Panic began to rise as they imagined the orc catching them. What horrible punishment would they face if the orc recaptured them? They remembered the beating they had endured with the belt and how their ass had stung and ached. But now, they realized, it didn't hurt at all. They ran their hand over the bare skin, surprised to find that the now smooth skin did not hurt or sting at all. Whatever the salve was that the orc had rubbed there last night, it had healed then completely.
Noah's foot was met with a jolt of pain as they stepped on a sharp stick, and they cursed loudly, pausing to feel the tender flesh with their hand. There was a little blood, but they would probably be okay to keep walking. They didn't have another choice.
They suddenly realized that the forest had gone quiet around them. The chirps of the animals were gone. No birds rustled in the trees. Silence. All they could hear was the beating of their own heart. Afraid to move, they stood perfectly still.
A twig snapped behind them and they spun around. A huge shape, far too large to be the orc that had captured them, loomed over them. Noah whimpered and backed away, falling on the forest floor. They scrambled, desperately trying to get away from the monstrous figure. The monster chuckled, a horrible grating sound. Huge hands grabbed their waist and they wriggled helplessly, kicking and punching the monster's strong arms. They were looking into the face of an ogre, huge and terrifying. His yellow eyes shone in the night, and his sharp teeth glinted in a terrifying smile. He was almost twice the size of the orc, and far uglier, Noah thought with disgust.
"Let me go!" Noah shouted, kicking and clawing at their captor. The ogre only laughed again, the horrible grating sound rumbling in his chest.
"What brings you out here so late, little human?" asked the ogre.
"Running....away!" they gasped as the ogre's hands tightened around their ribs and waist, constricting their breathing.
"Oh, how perfect. You have run right into me, and I have been hungry." The ogre flashed a sharp-toothed smile, and Noah thought they could see blood along his sharp teeth.
"N-no!" they gasped. The ogre threw them to the ground, and the wind was knocked out of them as they landed on the firm earth. Their body ached but they scrambled to their feet and ran in the other direction, branches tearing at their face and bare chest, the blanket discarded somewhere by the ogre. They could hear the ogre crashing through the forest behind and they sobbed with fear.
Tripping over a root they fell to their knees, and as they desperately scrambled to get away the ogre caught them by the feet and dangled them upside down. They thrashed and twisted around, but his huge hands were strong and did not loosen.
"I am glad you will put up a fight," said the ogre. "It will be more fun for both of us, I think." From this perspective, Noah could see that the ogre was completely naked, his huge cock already erect. Would the ogre fuck them and then eat them? They cried out, wildly clawing at the ogre. Their nails raked his chest and the ogre smacked them hard across the face, their head swinging and ringing from the blow.
"You are feisty. I like it. I will enjoy your body and then eat you," the ogre said simply, and he threw Noah down to the ground again. They crawled, trying to get away, but they were trapped between the base of a large tree and the ogre's body. The ogre grabbed them by the throat, holding them up against the tree as they choked, their vision swimming. The ogre grabbed their braided hair, releasing their neck as they gasped for air. They were standing on their tiptoes now, wriggling and mewling with pain from the rough hands tugging on their scalp.
The ogre pulled on their nipples, hard enough that they cried out. They kicked at the ogre, their feet connecting with his legs and he grunted with annoyance. Still holding them up by the hair the ogre pushed their legs apart with his other hand. Noah thrashed helplessly. The ogre's hands were so strong, and there was nothing they could do.
