Note: Set in the same fantasy setting as the orcs story. Atto section involves an orc and her friend, pretty standard stuff. Zazi section involves piss drinking and degradation and is kinda weird. All anal as usual.
Partly based on the Zazi animations by noname55 and partly on the dumpster scene in a literotica story called Heaven by sex4every1 which I really liked.
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The Iron Wolves stopped for the night, smoothly going through the motions of setting up camp like a well-oiled machine. Soon enough, fires were started and the cooks began preparing the evening meals while the soldiery unburdened themselves and relaxed from a day of hard marching.
Like every night, the orc women in the company found themselves the center of attention for most of the male species that made up the mercenaries. Humans, elves, trolls, Animalia and more moved to claim a free orc for themselves as quickly as they could, before they had all been taken. All across the camp, the orc women found the smaller species clinging to their rear ends as they busied themselves.
Around one campfire, dozens of orc women were arrayed. Some were sitting atop their males, others with their faces in the dirt and arses in the air, all helping their companions to unwind as only orcish women could. The Iron Wolves were an unusually tight knit mercenary group, with the soldiers making it up closer and more loyal to one another than sell swords usually were.
One of the orc women began playfully teasing the human inside her arse. "Hey Klei, you in yet? I can't tell. Maybe we oughta switch places?"
The other mercenaries laughed at the routine ribbing and Klei redoubled his efforts to break the orcs arse. One of the veterans sighed and called out to him. "When are you ever going to learn son? That ain't ever going to work on them."
But Klei ignored the older man and did his best to try get a reaction out of the orc woman he liked.
"I think that human likes her," one of the watching orcs said, her face pressed into the dirt.
Her neighbor, in much the same position nodded as much as she could. "I doubt Klei will ever notice that though, dense as she is. I bet she hasn't even realized it's the same one in her night after night."
The two shared a knowing look at their companion's ignorance before the men using them stepped on their heads and pressed down more of their weight, preventing the two from talking any more.
Some orcs simply held their cheeks open and laid flat on the ground while a line of men took turns inside their rears, unbothered as they were by the extra duties the company assigned them if it meant helping their companions de-stress. Some just ignored the men rutting behind them and focused on maintaining their gear or going about their business. Others japed and drank with their men, intent on simply having a good time.
~ Atto
Atto laughed raucously at the war story her human Kane was telling, spilling her ale partly over herself and him.
Kane on the other hand loved making Atto laugh when she rode him because of the way it made her tighten her muscles around his prick.
"Those were his dying words?" Atto laughed again. "Hahaha, fucking twigs," she said as she continued bouncing her arse on Kane's cock, always taking it from tip to stem with every bounce.
"I swear! It's true!"
Atto shook her head. "Ahhh, by the way, how's she feel today?" she said, gesturing down. "A couple wolven got to me first and tore me up good before you found me."
"You still feel tight as ever, but Gods only know how you green whore."
"Haha, orc women are just built better than you humans, we don't break after one go babycock."
Others might have taken offense at the words, but these two were close and were used to the other's coarse ways.
Kane reached his hand under the larger woman's leather armor and grabbed a handful of her breast. He squeezed hard, enjoying the way the massive, soft mound of flesh gave way to his fingers. They were so large that they could truly be pillows, and in fact he'd fallen asleep on them many times already.
Atto shook her head. "There's a reason why so many of my kind call you babies. I'll never understand your kind's obsession with these things. They're meant to feed our babes, no more, no less."
"And I'll never understand orc men," Kane said, reaching his other hand underneath.
Atto rolled her eyes but unbuckled her armor and let the smaller human maul her breasts so roughly she almost complained, almost.
Eventually, after much drinking and joking did the orc finally feel the human spray his seed inside her. Atto found she felt strangely attached to the human, even as odd as his kind were and had been humoring the request he made long ago. She wasn't sure why he was so fond of the act but didn't question it overmuch. She simply held her mug under her arse as she stood up and squeezed his seed out. When she finally felt no more pour from her, she in turn poured the drink into her mouth from above so that the human could watch and gulped it down loudly.
Kane watched with glee no matter how many times she drank his seed for him. Atto found the human's interests odd but couldn't help but admit she found him and his constant attention endearing.
That's one down
she thought to herself. She and Kane went off to find Eva for the rest. Atto held onto Kane's hand as she always did when the two walked together while not on duty, her leading the way and Kane trailing slightly behind with his hand buried in her arse and fingers flexing and digging into her. Atto liked that, she knew that to the human, the gesture didn't mean the same thing, but in orc culture, it was akin to holding hands. To her, it almost felt as if the two were a couple. She remembered blushing so badly the first time he'd asked to put his hand in there, the other orcs teased her relentlessly for it.
The two eventually found Eve. She was a human raised orc and was even fonder of the humans than Atto was. The two found her in her usual spot, flat on her stomach on the ground with a line of men still waiting their turns behind her. The two patiently waited around for the last of the men to finish while a crowd gathered around. It was always the way the company finished the night, with a celebratory drink for whichever woman drew the short straw, which was Atto that night.
Eva had been busy all night storing the seed of nearly a hundred men in her arse and by then was practically full to bursting.
Atto pulled the woman up by her waist and sat her down on her knees. She saw that the woman had had a rough night. The men had fucked her into the dirt and the coarse stone on the ground had scraped the other orc woman's face, chest, stomach and breasts bloody. Thin pinpricks of blood leaked from the woman as she was pulled up. But instead of despair or outrage, her face showed nothing except satisfaction at the rough treatment.
