All the characters described are of the age eighteen years or older. Please comment or vote.
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Julia had no way of knowing what was coming for her. She, as any fae maiden would be, was too busy sucking the nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms she had been picking, the delicate blooms littering her lap. It was a glorious spring day; the best, in her opinion, of the season thus far. The sky was a radiant blue, the foliage a stunning green, the flowers blossoming, and the brook merrily bubbling by to her left. Dressed in a gauzy gown of silk made of spider webs, the breeze was easily felt through the delicate material which clung to her belly, breasts and thighs, leaving her arms bare as well as her legs from the knee down.
Plucking another blossom from the brush before her, she brought the tip to her lips, which were all rosy and moist from her sucking the nectar out of the bloom. Her blue eyes rolled back in her head as she closed her eyes, humming as the sweet juices fell on her tongue and slid back into her throat. It really was a beautiful day.
Julia never heard the crunch of the flora and fauna behind her as an orc slowly crept up on the unsuspecting fae girl. He watched as her golden curls shimmered down her back, how her pink toes curled in her delight beneath the wiggling ass, which squirmed as she reached for a second blossom. Orcs were primitive beasts, good at making war and staking claim. What was theirs was theirs, and they would fight for it. What they wanted they took. Reaching down, the orc rubbed his twitching cock beneath the loin cloth that covered his more vulnerable parts. Ah, but he wanted that fae girl. Wanted to feel her supple body shudder beneath his own, feel her rosy lips stretched against the length of him, feel his palms filled with the flesh of her bottom and breasts.
Giving a grunt, he tried to control his lust, his cock standing at half mast already from his thoughts. As an orc, he stood at a mere seven feet, which could be considered small for his species. His flesh was a putrid green, rough beneath the sinew and bone of his large size. His face looked like a pugs, smashed in with his black eyes set deep in his skull. Two fangs protruded out from behind his lower lip, framing his tongue as he licked his lips. Oh, yes, he thought to himself. He would have that fae girl this day.
Too occupied her in pleasure, Julia could only give a startled sounds as hands were suddenly grasping her body, the orc having snuck up on her while she had been eating. The bloom fell from her lip, a drop of the nectar dribbling from her lower lip to slowly slide down her chin. With her hands held high above her, she tried to jump to her feet, a scream ripping from her throat as the dress was torn from her body. Turned in her captor's grasp, she stared up in the orc's black eyes, watching as his gaze moved hungrily over her body.
Julia gave a sob, her eyes closing tight, shuddering as she felt drops of drool suddenly fall to her skin, sliding down her chest and against her breasts, which were swaying with the shivering of her body. They were full, enough that they overflowed her own hands and probably that of a man as well. Her belly had the hint of a curve to it. Her rear was full and wide with her hips, her thighs sturdy from all the walking she had done. She was not some petite thing, unless you called her height of five foot four inches tiny, but in comparison to the orc, she new she couldn't win.
When the orc just tossed Julia over his shoulder, the fae girl was surprised. All through hundred some odd years she had lived, she had always been told that orcs would eat her if she gave them the chance. Of course, Julia had never met an orc, her age equating to that of an eighteen year old in human years, just starting on the prime of her life. Looking around her, Julia watched as the orc moved, not knowing the direction he was going in.
The orc, on the other hand, knew exactly where he was going, having a cave just a distance from where he had found the fae girl. As she had given little fight, he had thought to take her home and use her at his leisure. Fitting a hand against one cheek of her bottom, he gave a firm squeeze, feeling the flesh mold to his touch, smirking at the strangled sound she made from her shock. A sharp slap was added to her rear in warning to keep her silent before he hurried his way home.