Chapter Three: Al'nuun
"I did not regret. I lived."
"My name is Liana Worms. My Mistress, K'Oren Worms, the Thirteenth Worm Priestess of the Southern Pass, took me and made me hers. I was her Al'nuun, her Life Slave. We lived like no other couple. We became inseparable through time. We were lovers, perfectly matched and free from the boundaries of mortals. I remember our moments and I keep them in my heart. You will remember our stories too. With, or without your consent."
-Illiana Worms to the Queen of Litteuvania during the War of Wolves and Jackals.
Her smooth yet absurdly veiny green cock slid into my pussy without warning, immediately rousing me from my slumber. I woke with my legs over my head and she was on top of me wearing the widest of smiles. I slept on the floor at the foot of her bed, for now. She demanded it so, for I was just a simple slave learning her place. I thought it was rather cute, to be honest.
But there we were, on the floor mating like beasts. She fucked me for breakfast, most days. On the others, she'd leave early and hunt out north beyond the pass. The place we lived, the Court of Worms, was the southern border between the Kingdom of Whalhuun, the Land of the Orcs, and the Southern Kingdom of Litteuvania. I didn't miss my home, and I hardly thought about it.
The Court of Worms was hidden by a secret door that only few Orc mages could pass. The human race in the south could not travel further north due to the epic mountain range that separated the two lands. The Orcs were forever blocked from human interaction and I guess that was good for me. Humans ruined my life. Too complex they are with their inbreeding and politics. Now that I thought about it, Roengraf was only a few dozen lengths of range from the pass. Whatever, it's not like it mattered anymore.
As we laid on the floor moaning in pleasure, she slid her hand under me and guided two fingers into my butt. I groaned in relief. I loved being filled by her. She continued to pound into me, increasing in speed. Her abs slammed down onto my cock and crushed my balls, making me cringe in lovely pain. I had to pee, badly, but the pain was glorious and unending.
I knew she was to climax soon. Her speed and ferocity usually increased to the point of unbearable pain and then ended with a rather large burst. She was to cum into me with the most filling of loads. Lately I've been latching onto her with my arms and legs so that she'd cum in me. After, I'd empty my holes into a bowl to orally partake its contents. She only fed me once a day with the Sar'laan Worm in the evening while she ate her dinner. So, I needed some sort of breakfast.
And she did so, with a loud colorful grunt. My tummy swelled with her seed as I moaned with her. The hardest thing to do after we had sex was trying to use my limbs. It took every amount of my strength to crawl over to my bowl to catch her seed.
She liked walking me around like an animal. I guess, this was my stage, my status at the moment. And again, I rather liked it too. I wore nothing but the collar she gave me and she led me around playfully by saying, "Good girl," and, "Bad girl," and the like. I was forbade to wear clothes for the rest of my life. I shrugged at myself. I didn't need clothes anyway, just the piercings she gave me. I loved the way they decorated my soft pale body. I wanted more.
Sometimes I'd crawl on all fours. Sometimes I'd waddle like a duck. I preferred the waddling for I could keep my hands clean to service her. I engaged in the most immoral of tasks. I was her hole. I was her servant. I cleaned her butt when she relieved herself because I loved her and no one would object for I was her slave.
Her cum was salty and slimy, and filled me up. She allowed me to do this and she took enjoyment in watching me release her seed from my holes and into a bowl for me to consume.
She said, "Only because it's mine."
And I enjoyed it, now, not at first. I almost puked the first time she relieved herself and I had to clean her hole with my tongue. Again, I eventually enjoyed it. I'd drink her pee too, sometimes in the night, so that she wouldn't have to get up and go to the latrine out in the field.
Her seed filled my tummy and I licked my bowl clean. She fed me water from a bowl on the floor as well. I'd stick my bum up in the air and she'd grip my cock and balls in her hand and stick her thumb into my pussy, jerking it in and out of me as I partook in hydrating myself. Drinking water was such a slutty task for me.
Our daily task was the birthing of Worms. The worms themselves could self-replicate by either being cut in half or asexual reproduction. She used my body to hasten the act. She didn't like taking a butcher blade to them. They had feelings too.
The worms were used to create Essence of Hur'caf. Orcs had the ability to wield magic, but not as effectively as elves and humans. So, the essence was used to enhance their abilities. And, my Mistress, a Worm Priestess, was the only one in the Kingdom of Whalhuun that could create this essence. It was done so to prevent warring clans from controlling or overusing the essence. Mistress Koren's clan was forever neutral, forever divine, and forever worshipped.
Love fluttered about in my chest like butterflies amongst a field of lavender. I was nothing back then. Now, I helped my Mistress create magic, the only magic for an entire realm. This was my purpose as her Al'nuun, or at least that's what I thought at the time
The book the old mystic gifted me came to good use. I read it daily as Mistress Koren readied my mating chamber. The book didn't really go deep into the differences between an Al'nuun and an Al'kenet, a traditional slave. It only stated that an Al'nuun was known as a life slave.
However, the book elaborated the differences between the two races of Orc. Neither race was actually referred to as Orc or Orcish, human words. There were the Odrean, like the taller light green Orc with the cock of a horse. They were a taller, stronger race, with pointy ears and more prominent tusks, but they were also known as the lower'kind. On the other hand, there were the Oro'keen, like my Mistress. The Oro'keen's skin ranged from dark green to greys and even blues. They had round ears and short stubby tusks. The Oro'keen were regarded as the higher folk of the Kingdom.
Both races had males and females. However, their spirit type and reproductive issues caused many other variations. There were males with female genitalia, females with male genitalia, and then females and males with both genitalia. There was also a way to trade genitalia using some kind of magical technique but I couldn't understand it. Their language was too complex, for now.
I had a hard time understanding the Oro'keen hand script. The book helped me learn. Although, my Mistress would still laugh at me when I tried their speech, she'd still pat me on the head and spank my bottom.
Speaking of spankings. I was punished every morning with ten spankings to my bottom. I heard her footsteps leading to our room in the Castle in the Wall. I faced away from the door and put my cheek to the ground, sticking my butt up high so that I could be punished.
My heart beat faster for every one of her footsteps closer to me. I loved this, every day. She didn't like warning me either. Her hand met my butt and left it red.
I screamed, "Ahm!"
She made me count in Oro'keen, to help me learn...
"Di ... Tam ... Nah ... Tah ... Rin ... Es ... Urn ... Ki ... Lam ... Thank you Mistress!"
Every morning, I loved it. Submission burst from my heart and into the open. I was such a dirty girl for her. Goddess, take me to hell and brand me a perverted fiend.
Soon after my morning punishment, we began our daily tasks. She bound my wrists to my ankles with leather straps, my mating position, and I waddled behind her happily led by my leash. I did this everyday regardless of the position she restrained me to down at the mating chamber, which was the little wooden shack near the opposite side of our little private valley in the mountain.
My legs were getting accustomed to this state of walking like an animal. My thighs and calves burned less and less each day. When we arrived at the mating chamber, she mounted me inside.
Today, I was bound with my arms behind my back, which made me stick my breasts out. My legs were tied up separately with single loops of leather, strapping my ankles up to where my heels touched my upper hamstrings. My legs were spread wide of course, so my genitals and mating holes were out in the open. My little cock hung over my pussy limply. I was still getting used to it, but then again, I would never aim my pee like how I heard men did. I still peed sitting down and would forever. I was a lady still. That, and I wasn't allowed to touch my penis. It was hers to torment, not mine to touch.
