Valda gazed out the window as the sun battered the sprawling orc city below. Shutting the window, she turned and walked to a large bed with linen sheets and little else, easily the most prominent feature of the room. Orcs preferred practicality to decoration, Valda realized, rubbing a tooth-shaped bruise on her shoulder as she sat down. She leaned over the side of the bed to sit her bag of belongings on a crude, but sturdy looking table before boredly resting her head against the pillows. A moment later she stood up and walked over to a body length mirror, the only seemingly expensive part of the large bedroom besides the windows overlooking the city. Her long, dark brown hair flowed down her back as she ran her fingers through it, her smouldering dark eyes scanning her image in the mirror with warm self-regard.
A barbarian wanderer from a land too far away to describe, Valda was tall and fit, although she still had curves any woman would be proud of. She rarely wore any armor, her sharp reflexes and terrifying strength being her preferred defense. Strange symbols covered her body, painted there herself this morning, the only sign she wore of her own culture. There were quite lot of them, but still more exposed skin-the largest articles of clothing the barbarian had were the bandages she wore to bind her breasts and a skimpy loincloth hanging between her thighs. The tan of her desert-like home country was sustained by her recent travels through this hot climate, although her skin was smooth, soft, and clean, it's alluring maintenance perhaps a sign of vanity.
Having come to the city by chance as a temporary guard for a cautious merchant, her current situation came to her as a surprise. Orcs viewed themselves as more powerful fighters than the other races. While as a group this was true, individually things were sometimes different. This had been revealed to a large crowd of them when Valda had decided to spend an afternoon watching fights in their arena, and wound up accepting the challenge of a trash-talking orc warrior. While the fight-a semi-nude, bare-knuckled brawl-went as Valda planned, at least outside of the she-orc biting her arm, it turned out she had not been entirely aware of her situation.
The rules of the fight had been quite simple. Last one standing was the winner. What Valda didn't know at the time was that after the loser recuperated, it was their duty to service the other. Sexually. It was a tradition steeped in orc history. When the men would be off at war for long periods of time, the women would stay home, teaching the children the brutal orc way of life. Crucial to this was competition in organized sports, almost entirely combat. The women had no sexual release save for each other, but it was taboo to take another into their beds when they were promised to their husbands. So they incorporated their unfortunate position with their passion for sports and made sex the prize, something the men learned to appreciate rather quickly. And it even ended up protecting their society in the long haul as orc women became accepted as fierce warriors in their own right.
Sharn, as her name was, had challenged Valda to this violent and (unbeknownst to her) erotic ritual. They met in the arena of sand in front of a surprisingly large crowd, although most of them were there just to watch the gullible human be demolished by another fine orc. However, while Sharn was strong, even for her kind, Valda was stronger. In the end, she put up a respectable fight but lost to the powerful blows and honed technique of the barbarian.
Now, Valda waited. Sharn had been recovering from the fight for a few days now. Tradition demanded that Valda stay and resolve the ritual, and while Valda could fight one orc with success, it would be foolish to try to defy the city itself. At the very least she had brought herself rare honor, opening the city's wealth of experiences and pleasures to her in a way few outsiders were allowed to enjoy. She'd always liked orc culture, although in some ways, like now, they were a little too steeped in tradition for her tastes. But now enough time had finally passed and Valda had been informed that Sharn had finished recovering and would soon be of service.
A knock came at the door. "Enter," Valda called out, turning from her reflection. A couple of burly guards ushered Sharn in, the orc covered by only a thin robe, sheer enough that nothing of importance was left to the imagination. She said nothing as the doors closed behind her, avoiding Valda's eyes as the human appraised her. For a while, it was quiet.
Sharn was the first to break the silence, "Well?" She asked, "What are you going to do with me?"
Valda crossed her arms across her chest, a hand on her face as she examined Sharn thoughtfully. She had been told that tradition demanded Sharn do whatever was asked of her, no matter how humiliating, but only within the confines of the room and only for twenty four hours or until Valda's thirst had been quenched. Sharn would be examined to make sure Valda did not simply wait out the time. The barbarian looked over the orc, her dark green skin giving way to messily cropped shoulder-length black hair, her only accessories golden hooped earrings adorning her long ears. Her breasts were large and her body obviously muscular. Valda remembered from the fight that Sharn had two identical tattoos marking her as a warrior, one on the shoulder, and a larger version stretching across one side of her rear. She was tall by normal standards, but shorter than Valda, and her mouth sported the orcs' peculiar, quite prominent fangs coming from the canines of her lower jaw, poking out of her mouth and into her upper lip. It made her look pouty, Valda thought.
"Disrobe." The barbarian said. Just one word said firmly and nothing more.
Sharn complied, taking off the robe and presenting her nude body to Valda. She was entirely clean of body hair, a common custom among orcs, although she still sported a fair few marks and bruises from their fight. On top of that she had a score of older scars from a lifetime as a warrior, slashing scars across her toned lower legs and arms, and even one across her otherwise womanly right breast. Her breasts and buttocks were noticeably large and pleasingly round, the former dotted with small, dark green nipples that immediately went hard in the chill of the open air.
Valda's eyes finished scanning Sharn's body, pleased with what she found. She approached Sharn with her hands on her hips, the orc's muscles tensing reflexively. The barbarian wasn't concerned, she'd seen how the woman fought, learned her tells and knew that it was instinctual, a fear response. She came up to the orc woman, raising a hand and brushing it up against her skin, gingerly touching a bruise Valda had left on her ribs, making Sharn wince as it climbed its way to her breast, cupping it, gently squeezing and feeling the hard nipple under her fingers.
Valda was impressed so far. She pinched the orc's nipple between her pointer and middle finger as she continued to grope her breast. Sharn's cheeks went a darker green color as she looked away, trying to deny the pleasure she was getting from this, she couldn't conceal the wetness forming between her legs, her trimmed pussy glistening in the light.
Valda took Sharn's muscular arm and pulled her over to the bed. "Get on," she commanded.
Sharn cautiously climbed onto the bed and, guided by Valda's firm hand, positioned herself on all fours facing the headboard. Valda stood at the foot of the bed inspecting her quarry. She laid a hand on Sharn's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheek and spreading it to view her sex. So far, Sharn had yet to disappoint-Valda licked her lips at the sight of the dark green folds between her thick, defined thighs. Valda's hand fell and her fingers lightly teased the orc's womanhood, eliciting a whimper from her as the orc struggled not to outright moan.
Valda smirked and gently inserted a finger into the wet green lips, crooking it as she slowly withdrew and inserted the finger again several times, studying Sharn's face to find her sweet spots. The orc did her best to hide her responses, but her more sensitive spots broke through the facade and gave Valda what she wanted. Now, she moved another finger up and into Sharn's wet pussy, eliciting long, deep moans that only grew louder as she began to use her thumb to tease the orc's clit.
"Why don't you just fuck me already?" Sharn blurted out angrily, her face turning another shade darker as she realized what she just said.
Valda knelt onto the bed, grasping Sharn's short hair in her fist and jerking the woman's head back. Valda looked at her silently for a moment before leaning in and crushing the orc's lips beneath her own, her tongue invading the resistant woman's mouth as hers tried to escape, but again, Valda was more experienced and caught her, forcing her into a wrestling match that the orc began to melt into.
Valda came away and the orc let out a disappointed gasp, her composure briefly broken. "Fine." Valda said, stepping back and disrobing. Sharn looked back and began to turn around, "Don't move." Valda commanded as her large, round pale breasts bounced out into the air, her trimmed pussy slightly damp, already in the mood from inspecting Sharn's body. She hopped onto the bed, slapping a hand down hard on the orc's tattooed rear, and although Sharn grit her teeth to keep from yelping, Valda still got plenty of pleasure at the sight of her round, jiggling ass. That same hand came to rest between her cheeks as Valda knelt on the bed beside her, roughly feeling their way across her flesh until she reached her wet sex again, three fingers coming down and inserting themselves into Sharn's trembling hole as Valda stared at her face from over a strong green shoulder.
The other hand came down and slapped Sharn's breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples between her strong fingers. Leaning down further, Valda pressed the side of her face against Sharn's as she whispered, "Are you ready to serve me?"
"F-fine!"
"Fine?" Valda repeated, her hot breath on the orc's neck.
"Y-y-yes... please," Sharn stuttered.
"Good." She said, withdrawing her fingers and slapping her ass even harder than before. Valda got up, leaving a temporarily bewildered Sharn on the bed while she dipped into her belongings. What she held appeared relatively mundane: a ring attached to a long, stretchy silk strap. She jangled the strange device in front of Sharn's face, showing it off to the confused orc. "Do you know what this is?" Valda asked.
