Green in Bed

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6.

Garen thought he understood what it meant to be happy. He was a duke's son, after all. His life was one of wealth, prestige, and privilege. He lived in a castle, for heaven's sake. How could he not be happy? But it turned out he never truly knew what happiness was.

He had been an ignorant boy... until Tura the beautiful she-orc had turned him into a man. Wrapped his cock in the tightness and heat of her womanhood and gripped him until he spilled his precious seed.

Happiness, as Tura taught him, was the feeling of a woman's body as you held her close. Happiness was the sublime sensation of dipping your cock into her molten cunt. Happiness was the way her warmth gripped you, the way her silken fold milked the seed from your balls. Happiness was tasting a woman's sweet flesh as you spent deep inside her, burying your nose in her hair as she took your cock down to the root.

And ever since that first night, Garen had been hooked. He doesn't waste a single chance to enjoy Tura's company, inviting her to his bedchambers damn near every night. He's addicted to her, the softness and firmness of her body, the heat and tightness of her cunt.

Garen Corvas was content. Over the moon, truly. A lad set to inherit his father's title... and now with an obedient she-orc to satisfy his every whim. It made him feel like a

king

rather than a duke.

So when his darling she-orc barged into his bedchamber that evening, the lad felt more excited than insulted. It wasn't as if she interrupted his meditations or anything, only his studies. And for a teenager, there was simply no contest as to what he'd rather be doing.

"Tura, this is a surprise." Garen sat up at his desk, immediately feeling the rush of her presence. Their little scandalous affair had only gone on for a week or so, but the lad had already conditioned himself for her. To his body, Tura meant fun. "I was about to come find you-"

"Strip." She cut him off, her voice clipped but firm.

Garen blinked. Furrowing his brow, he closed shut the tome of study upon his desk. Slowly, he rose from his seat.

"I'm sorry?" He wasn't offended at her impropriety, but her curt demeanor towards one of her masters was curious indeed.

But Tura was unmoved, her face kept like stone. Her eyes remained upon him, waiting, scrutinizing. Garen didn't quite know how to feel about that.

"Your clothes. Take them off and get on the bed." Her words came strong, focused. A command. Given from a servant to her master.

Garen blinked. It was only then that he truly

saw

her.

It was midday, the warmth and light of the sun pouring in through his bedroom window. Tura was cast with a bright glow, showing the richness of her smooth green skin. She wore her maid uniform - but not for long. With her eyes set on Garen, she began to tug at the knot of her skirt, the buttons of her dark blouse, the fabric opening to reveal more swaths of lovely green.

She stripped down, quick and methodical. But somehow Garen found it erotic as a dance, sensual somehow in its detachment. Perhaps it was because he was a young lad and big green tits were big green tits.

The young duke smiled, pumping blood carrying excitement to every inch of his body. It thrilled him, seeing Tura so eager to get back into bed with him.

Garen reached up to his collar and started undoing the buttons. Then on to the laces of his tunic. His heart began to race, an eager buzz dancing over his skin.

"I admire a servant who takes initiative." He grinned as he slowly approached his she-orc lover.

But Tura didn't return his smile. The taller woman kept her eyes hard, locked right with his own. She stood naked then, kicking her maid outfit away to the foot of his bed. And when once he was within arm's reach...

Tura took him by the shoulder, forcing him before her with his back to his bed. Garen stumbled but kept his footing, grunting in shock - at both the audacity of the action and just how

strong

Tura was.

He stared up at the she-orc, wide-eyed and speechless.

"Quiet." She told him, her voice like steel. "Tonight is a night for learning, young duke. Not speaking. I will give commands and you will follow them."

For a moment, Garen said nothing. He stared up into Tura's face, trying and failing to read her. Trying to understand. He should have felt offended, aghast that his servant would take such liberties with him. But the lad couldn't ignore his racing heart, nor his prick swelling up within his trousers.

"And what makes you think I'll do that, exactly?" Garen asked, regaining his nerve and composure. His voice had an edge of its own - but he pointedly kept an even tone. No anger in his words, only the resolve of his noble blood.

Tura responded by shoving him back onto the bed.

To his credit, Garen didn't scream or cry out in shock. He bounded back onto his feather mattress with but a single huff. When the shock wore off, he lifted himself onto his elbows, intent on leveling the she-orc with a hard look.

But she was naked. Absolute in her ability to distract. A perfect sculpture of emerald skin, lush curves meeting toned muscle. Pouty lips under alluring eyes, big breasts and wide hips, all commanding his attention. Teasing forgiveness out of him just by

being

.

Tura spoke again before Garen's more rational aspects could regroup in his mind.

"You wanted to learn the delights of a woman's body, did you not? So tonight, I will begin to teach you." Tura strode forward slowly, deliberately. She came to the foot of the bed, standing between his outstretched legs. Her hands drew forward to his groin, her fingers working to unlace his trousers. But her eyes never left Garen's.

For a brief instant, Garen had the thought to call for his parents. But he quickly understood how foolish that would be. Not to mention childish. He was a man now, wasn't he? Could a man not endure the rough touch of a woman?

The sensation of his pants being peeled from his legs shook Garen from his thoughts. His cock, hard and swollen from his youthful excitement, flopped out against his thigh. Tura broke eye contact to spare his manhood a look, but it was ever so brief. Her eyes were back on his a moment later.

He lay there, just as naked as she. Garen breathed in.

"I assume you have a good reason for this?" He asked as calmly as he could. Slowly, he drew his eyes over her, admiring the prominent bosom, the lines of her abdomen, the lushness of her hips.

"I do." Tura answered. She climbed up onto the bed, standing on her knees. Towering over him.

Indomitable.

"You know how to take pleasure, Garen. But you have done so little to deliver it. Do you know how?"

Garen blinked, struck by the question. Then came a wave of embarrassment. Heat rose in his cheeks, up the back of his neck. Tura's words were cutting. These last few nights, he thought she'd been having a good time.

"Well, I... I just did what felt right."

Above him, Tura pursed her lips in thought. For a moment, her eyes softened. But the cold expression she had worn quickly returned.

"You did what felt good for yourself." She told him, walking forward on her knees. She climbed up his legs, his gut, bringing her sex closer and closer to his face. "To make love, both bodies are required to join in pleasure, Garen. A lover must give, not just receive. Do you understand?"

Tura came to a stop, holding her womanhood just over the lad's mouth. There Garen could better see the tuft of hair upon her mound, looking so fine and soft. And within, her silken lips. Garen breathed in her scent, staring up at her glorious green body, the swell of her bosom almost eclipsing her face. He was seeing a new side of the feminine now, where Tura's nudity was powerful, bold, rather than simply alluring.

But even when committing such a vision to memory, Garen had the mind to consider her words.

The teenager understood her point. He gave a silent nod.

Tura gave a small, appreciative hum. His obedience was

pleasing

.

"I am going to teach you how to

give

, young duke. Tonight you will learn to use your mouth. Not just to suckle at my teats, but to

taste

of me."

To make her point, she reached down between her wondrously toned thighs, using her fingers to part her lips, revealing that delectable pink. But Garen only had a moment to admire it.

"Are you ready to begin, boy?"

Garen breathed in, her musk taking dominion of his senses. His cock was fat and throbbing, jerking almost painfully with his heavy heartbeat. He needed to feel her again. And if this was what it took...

The teenage noble gave another nod, eyes wide and

enraptured.

Above him, he caught a sliver of amusement and delight in her hard eyes.

"Very well." She said softly. Then she sat on his face, filling the lad's mouth with her cunt.

The flavor, salt and tangy sweetness swirling together, graced his tongue. The aroma filled his nostrils, tendrils of her heavenly scent wiggling deep into his mind, making his head spin. At first it was overwhelming, sending him into a sensory spiral. But through the haze of his lust, Garen remembered the direction given to him. He began to lick, parting Tura's sex with the flat of his tongue.

The effect was instant. He could feel her body shudder atop of his, sensing that thrum of excitement just under her flawless green skin.

Tura let out a faint huff, gently urging her sex further onto Garen's tongue. She reached down, setting a hand on his head, as if she was going to force him to lick deeper. But that show of dominance never came. Instead, Tura ran her fingers through Garen's hair, affectionate strokes that only made him want to taste more of her.

And so he did. His lapping tongue worked faster, dipping deeper into her folds. Tasting much and

more

.

"

Unh.

" Tura shuddered, rocking her hips slowly. She tapped his head lightly. Garen took a moment to understand that it meant for him to slow down.

"I will give directions. You will follow. Understand?" She spoke softly but with clear authority. The sort that Garen had only been able to imitate from his father.

Another stroke of embarrassment rose up Garen's neck, but it was smaller than before - and dulled considerably by the lovely taste of Tura's cunt.

Garen couldn't nod or say much to the affirmative. So answered the best he could: groaning softly into the she-orc's soft, slick mound.

"Good." Tura sighed, resuming her affectionate petting. "Now lick.

Slowly.

"

Garen obeyed. He slid his tongue against her sex, flattening it over her silken lips. He licked nice and slow, dragging the soft wetness of his organ over hers. Saliva and nectar mingled together, settling in his mouth. He drank it down.

The first taste had tingled on his tongue, and it lit his body up like an oiled torch. But now he was taking the time to savor it, to enjoy it. It wasn't the shock that it had been the first time, nor was it unpleasant. The taste was faint now, salty and tangy and even sweet. But his body reacted to it so viscerally, his heart pumping boiling hot blood through his aching body. On a deep, primal level, Garen knew he loved it. It was the taste men lived for. And he wanted more of it.

His tongue surged forth and took it. His laps became firm, more confident, defiantly staking claim of the cunt that smothered him. But he remained in line with Tura's command. He kept it slow, his stroking tongue moving at a steady pace.

Above him, he could hear his she-orc lover sigh so sweetly. For Garen, it was the sound of success.

"

Mmmmm.

" She shivered, her fingers curling through his hair. "Not a bad start, young duke. A little faster now. And use your lips.

Yes

. Just like that."

Garen felt a spike of pride then. Even on his back, servicing at the she-orc's command, the teenager liked doing good work. And he liked earning Tura's praise. A woman like her surely had high standards, he told himself. It spurred him on, making him lash his tongue through her sex harder and faster. He reached to grip her by the thighs, pulling her mound flush to his working mouth. Tura moaned, shuddering atop him, her fingers tightening in his hair.

They locked eyes as Tura began to ride his face. It was then that Garen saw it. In Tura's eyes, the first true gleam of desire. All because of his tongue. Garen groaned at the sight, the proof of his good work. He sucked at her slick lips, drawing a sharp gasp from the she-orc. She hummed then, clearly pleased.

"That's it.

Good boy.

"

Garen coursed with delight and pride. He wanted to please Tura, wanted to make her come undone. But to his disappointment, the she-orc soon lifted herself from his face. Thin strings of saliva stretched up along with her, connecting her cunt to his mouth. Garen remained on his back, sucking in deep breaths, drunk on her taste, her scent. He stared up, looking past her chiseled tummy, her great green tits, into her sweet, smiling face.

"We're going to try something else now." She said, her words trilling with desire.

She lifted one leg, swinging it around his head, turning her whole body so that she faced away from him. Then she swung the other leg back over, bringing her slick cunt back over Garen's face... along with the succulent swells of her fullmoon ass.

Tura sat back down, planting her pussy upon his lips again, smothering the lad with her buttocks. He could feel the same warmth drape down over his body as she lay forward and pinned him to the bed. His aching, twitching cock was now aimed straight at Tura's face. He couldn't see it, but he could feel her hot breath tease his swollen cockhead.

"Learning can be fun." He heard her say, feeling her plump lips ghost over the tip of his manhood. So too could he feel the teasing prods of her orcish tusks. Garen grunted, muffled by orcish womanhood. "If you do well, then you get a reward.

Now make me cum.

"

Garen liked the sound of that. He liked it very much. The lad gave a deep grunt. Tura, her body, her sweet cunt, all drove him into a state of lustful madness.

He devoured her pussy, delighting in how she shivered and moaned over him. He lapped up the honey that dripped onto his tongue, drinking it down dutifully, greedily. It was the nectar of the gods, truly. He couldn't get enough.

In turn, Tura bestowed upon him the most coveted reward. He felt her tongue, soft and wet, glide over his cockhead, bathing him in saliva and delicious heat. At first it was just simple licks, slow and pleasant. But soon her lips joined the fun, closing around the tip and caressing him so wonderfully as she sucked down his shaft.

This was what she meant, Garen realized. To pleasure and be pleasured. It drove him wild, a feral man ruled by his base desires. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Tura's waist, pulling her body flush with his own. Skin on skin, so delightfully warm. He wanted all the she-orc he could handle.

Their moans and grunts rose up in the bedchamber, resounding off the high ceiling. A part of Garen worried that someone might hear them, either his parents or another one of the servants. But the teenager didn't really care. How could he when he was in such pleasant company?

They each devoured and were devoured in turn. And it was paradise. Heaven of the flesh, so sweet and warm. The reason for life itself, the joining of bodies in ecstasy.

Garen went on, lashing his tongue faster and harder, driving his organ deep into Tura's weeping sex on and on and on until his jaw was sore. And then he kept going, fucking her with his mouth.

He wanted to push her over the edge before she had him spending in her mouth. His measure as a man was on the line. He had to win. He had to make her cum.

Garen would soon find his victory. He tasted it, the sweetness rushing into his mouth. He felt it when she

screamed

around his cock. And of course, there were the trembles racking her body. He felt those as well.

Young Garen Corvas had found his new addiction. Enjoying a woman's body was no longer enough. He needed more than just spilling his seed now.

He needed the rush of bringing a woman to ecstasy.

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7.

Garen had always been the studious sort. He loved to learn, to discover, and to experience new things. Naturally, the in-depth study of the female form became his most favorite subject. Though this was almost entirely thanks to his very devoted teacher.

Tura had a most pleasing habit of making her lessons into very stimulating experiences. So illuminating for the teenage heir of House Corvas that his one-on-one sessions had become an addiction. He yearned to learn under her direction like a man in the arid wastes yearned for water. Her body, her warmth, the soft sweetness of her flesh, they became his reason, his drive. But perhaps that was simply the nature of being a man.

Days had passed since Tura had taken control and Garen had learned many, many useful things. How to use his mouth and tongue, how to stoke the fires of arousal with only his hands, how to tease with his lips and the heat of his breath... There were so many ways to explore a lover's body beyond just thrusting away like a beast in heat. And today, as always, Tura was teaching him something new.

They were both on his bed, with not a stitch of clothing between them. She was sitting in his lap with his cock buried so delightfully in the slick, tight heat of her sex. It was heaven to feel her warm, silken folds all around him, smothering his throbbing shaft. So blissful was the sensation that Garen could hardly stand it, grunting and groaning like a rabid animal as Tura slowly rocked her hips atop him.

Even better was that her large, green breasts were right in his face, those perfect globes thrusting up towards him with every shift of her body. But with a poke of her finger into his forehead, Tura cruelly denied him the chance to taste of her flesh. This was still a lesson after all and she wanted him to pay attention.

Today's lesson was all about how a man should work his body to please his woman.

"You must not thrust too fast or too hard, or you will cause discomfort in your partner." Tura spoke in a soft voice, her words slightly strained as she too felt the pleasure from having Garen's manhood buried to the root between her thighs. She sighed as she rolled her hips against Garen's, her other hand set upon his shoulder to keep herself steady.

"You might have the urge to give in and cut loose... to fuck like a feral hound, with no mind other than his own pleasure. But you must resist that desire to give in. You cannot be a beast. You must remain

a man

if you want your lover to enjoy herself."

The feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around his cock, so hot and wet, was all the convincing Garen needed. His hands held her by her waist, his grip firm and solid. She continued to work her body atop him, each stroke bringing maddening pleasure. And Garen worked his body in turn, keeping in rhythm with his beloved she-orc.

"Right." The teenage heir replied through grit teeth. He huffed through his nose, grunting as a tremble shot through his muscles and bones, sinking deep into his gut. He dipped his head down, stealing a quick kiss from the deep valley between Tura's tits. Then he lifted his head, resting his chin on the upper slopes, staring up into the she-orc's lovely face. "Nice and steady. I understand."

Above him, Tura gave a soft snort. Then she bucked her hips

hard.

Garen groaned sharply, his arms coiling tight around her waist, burying his face into her emerald bosom. The she-orc hissed as she rocked atop him, her tight cunt stroking the length of his cock, ripping pleasure from his body.