Chap 1
In Naiva, the capital of Moran.
Today's gonna be great
, thought Proot the orc.
He knocked on the door, and a woman opened it. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her. It's the first time he saw mistress Evelyn in her night clothes. She looked even better than they said!
"You're late," she said as she stepped aside for the big orc to step in.
"Sorry missus. It's my first time coming here. I dunno the way," the orc replied nervously. He's wearing a shirt and pants, meticulously scrubbed to remove any stain. He couldn't fix the holes though.
"New boy, huh." The woman looked at him from top to bottom. Beefy, fat-bellied, green. Like any other orcs. "Yeah, you'll do."
"Nice place you have here, missus," said the orc. He looked around. The room was beautifully decorated and brightly lit, as befit a noble like mistress Evelyn. The bed was big enough for two of him, and he's an orc. This place was much nicer than his bunk in the barracks.
"A perk of being the lady of Moran. Now, get naked and wait for me on the bed," Evelyn said simply and walked to the adjacent room. She closed the door behind her.
Proot obediently did what she told him. The orc couldn't see behind the door, but he heard Evelyn changing. A minute later, his mistress walked out, and the orc stared breathlessly at her. She's wearing a sleeveless, lacy nightie, whose hem cut off slightly below her hip, showing off most of her supple thighs and legs. The nightie's plunging neckline exposed half of her full, bounteous breasts, but not yet enough for him to see her areolas. Evelyn had dressed to impress, and her sole audience was fully captivated.
Terravi women are hot
, thought the orc. Evelyn tied her hair up into a bun as she walked to the bed. Proot admired her bare shoulder and elegant arms. Her reddish skin glowed under the firelight, smooth and inviting. Despite not being a young maiden, Evelyn looked ravishing.
What do they feed their women in Terava?
"What's your name?" Evelyn asked.
"Proot, missus."
"Well, Proot, here's the rule," said Evelyn as she climbed on the bed. "You do what I say, and we will both have a good time. Got it?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Good orc, lie down."
Proot did as she command.
As she approached him, the orc saw her generous cleavage exposed by the deep cut in the nightie's neckline. His eyes hungrily wandered all over her body, taking in the matronly figure of the woman kneeling above him. Her round hip and plump thighs enticed him greatly. It's hard to believe a woman with such a body was still single.
Evelyn looked at the orc's penis and smiled. She grabbed Proot's thick shaft and gave him a few light strokes. He replied with appreciative groans.
"Good thing I chose orcs to be my mercenary. Male orcs have such big hogs," Evelyn said. She toyed with Proot's tool with one hand and fingered her own pussy with the other. Proot couldn't see her pussy because the nightie's blocking his view. Oh, how he wished those were his own fingers.
"Oh, yes," Evelyn moaned as she masturbated both herself and the orc. "Ahhhh."
Proot gasped. He lay docilely as his mistress prepared him for what's to come. Despite being taller and bigger than the sexy woman kneeling between his legs, he didn't dare make a move without permission. She had a
reputation
, after all.
He wasn't the first one to come to mistress' bedroom to serve. Many of his kind had paid her a visit before. All of them left satisfied. And all of them whispered about the domineering mistress.
Do what the missus wants, you'll be in heaven,
they all said with pride.
Only the best gets to serve the mistress.
Proot wasn't sure that was correct. He was chosen, and the most distinguished thing he'd ever done was eating two pounds of goat cheese in one sitting and vomited only once. A record amongst the orcs, to be fair, but it's not like he's a war hero. But he's not going to complain now.
After a short while, Evelyn was ready for the main show. She moved forward and placed the tip of Proot's cock between her legs. His tip had already been lubricated with his own pre, and he saw mistress's fingers were sticky with her own lube too. Proot groaned in anticipation with a mix of frustration since he still couldn't see her pussy. He imagined how moist and soft those pussy lips were, and how sublime it'd be to sink his cock in between them.
The mistress was much closer now, and her aroused breaths made her chest puff out. Her nightie was still doing a valiant job of holding her full breasts in. He stared hypnotically at those round, rising orbs, half-hidden from his hungry eyes. He saw her stiff nipples poking at the fabric and couldn't get his eyes off of them.
Evelyn saw where his eyes went and smiled. "Like what you saw, big boy? Well, if you last long enough, I'll let you touch them."
"Oh, don't you worry missus. I won't let you down."
"You've better not," Evelyn said simply and lowered herself on his cock. She cooed and moaned in delight. She didn't sit still to savor the feeling though. She slowly lifted herself up and down, expertly taking Proot's cock fully inside her each time. She placed her hands on his pot belly to balance herself and rode him with deftness. Having prepared herself with her fingers, Evelyn easily accepted Proot's cock inside her.
Proot growled with joy.
No wonder everyone's so eager to serve the mistress
, thought the happy orc. This was the best day of his life. Her pussy felt a million times better than the oily rags he often used.
Evelyn's breasts bounced up and down, up and down as she rode him. She leaned slightly forward, giving Proot's eyes an even better view of her cleavage. Yet that's all he got: cleavage. Her stiff nipples traced lines on the stretched fabric, so close to the neckline but never slipped out, teasing him cruelly. If only she rode him a little bit harder, he would see all of her jiggly tits. How big they must be, and how
heavenly
they must feel. They looked so soft and full. He salivated at the thought.
As if she could read his mind, Evelyn reached up to her own chest with one hand and kneaded her own bouncing tits through the fabric. She purposely pinched her nipples through the fabric and moaned even louder.
"Still holding on, big boy? Ohhhh, ahhhh, keep it up and you can play with them too," Evelyn said in a husky voice.
Proot's simple orcish mind couldn't take the teasing. He had to do something. He inhaled deeply and grabbed her hip with his mitt-size hands. Evelyn noticed but didn't stop riding him.
"Eager aren't you. I teased you hard enough. You can hold my hip," Evelyn said between groans.
"Can I, aahhh, move my hip too, mistress?"
"Sure, let's see how well you thrust. Oooohh," Evelyn groaned after his cock hit a good spot inside her.
Proot squeezed her waist, grabbing the pudge of her voluptuous hip, and thrust up to meet her downward drop. Her bountiful ass slapped against his big meaty hip and emitted loud, wet slapping sounds. And what fat ass she had, thought Proot. He could feel the ripple of her meaty ass on his hip.
"Oh yeah, big boy. Harder. Show me what you got."
Proot, energized with his mistress's lust, increased his tempo. Soon enough, the bedroom was filled with lewd moaning noises and flesh-slapping sounds. Proot had never felt better in his entire life. Edging closer and closer to orgasm, his mind fogged up with lust and his inhibition dissipated. He remembered something one of his pals once said to him. Impulsively, he decided to try it.
He raised his hand and spanked mistress' meaty ass. And what a slap that was. Her ass bounced off his hand like jelly and made the most satisfying 'smack' sound ever. He growled, "You like it, slut?"
It was a mistake.
Evelyn was stunned by his audacious act. So much that she stopped riding him. Proot soon noticed her facial expression and stopped too.
Uh oh.
"What?" she uttered. "WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DUMB SNOT?"
"IāIāI'm sorry mistress," Proot whimpered weakly. All of his bravado dissipated in an instant. Evelyn's face exploded in anger. She grabbed his throat. The Terravi woman was surprisingly strong. Proot choked.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MISTRESS LIKE THAT?" she screamed like a banshee, and a hundred times scarier.
"I tho-thought that you like dirty talk," Proot gasped.
"WHAT? What on earth make you think that?"
"A rumor...among the orcs. Please don't...kill me."
"I've never said that. TO ANYONE."
"I didn't know. Please, it was a mistake, agggg..." It was harder to breathe under Evelyn's grip.
Evelyn punched him in the forehead. Still fuming, she climbed off Proot and got out of bed.
"GET OUT," she screamed.
Proot quickly got out of the bed and almost fell on the floor. When he reached for his clothes, Evelyn seethed, "Leave them."
He didn't dare disobey. Poor Proot sprinted out of the room as fast as he can and ran down the halls naked back to his barrack with his hands between his legs. And those were his best clothes!
Alone in her bedroom, a still fuming Evelyn trudged to the washroom to clean herself.
*-*
"Are you serious, mistress?"
It was morning, Evelyn didn't feel any better. She had gone to sleep with anger and woke up feeling the same. She was sitting at her makeup table and preparing herself for the day. Standing behind her was her trusty steward and foremost advisor, Amber. Amber was a high elf with typical bright blond head. Besides her hair, her most notable features were her pointy ears, peaking up under her sunny hair.
"I'm serious. Someone has been spreading rumors about me. I'm not a fucking slut!" Evelyn said, punctuating her speech with a slam on the table. "And worse of all, he ruined my orgasm. A night wasted!"
"Calm down mistress. You send the poor orc running naked back to his place. You punish him enough," Amber said, trying hard not to roll her eyes.
"He should be sent to the gallows."
"He heard a rumor, and foolishly believe it. That's his only fault."
"Well then, at least figuring out who spread the rumor. I want them punished."
"You know, it's only natural that they talk since you 'spend the night' with so many of them."
"Well, what do you expect." Evelyn turned around to face Amber. "It's boring here, and only orcs are available to me. And I'm sure as hell not going to touch a human."
"Are you sure you didn't act salaciously to one of them? Rumors about you have been proved true once, you know. Remember that time when they said you almost kissed an orc?"
Evelyn waved her hand. "I drank too much that one time, that's all. They knew that."
"They didn't, mistress. I have to start another rumor that you actually fell in front of the orc."
"Yeah, what's up with that? For a whole month, the servants kept watching me like they expected me to fall on my face."
"Better be thought as clumsy than trying to kiss an orc, mistress."
"All right, I get it. Stop reminding me about that, it's embarrassing."
"Suit yourself. You want me to investigate this? I still have to calculate the budget this year."
"That can wait. Come to the barrack and find out who's behind this obscene rumor. I'll take care of them."
"No violence, mistress. Your army is entirely orcs. You don't want to anger them."
"No one will die," said Evelyn calmly.
