Into the inky blackness that surrounded her, she radiated heat. Sweat had begun to form over every inch of her naked body, starting first as a fine mist, then beading here and there. An occasional breeze was a welcome respite sending a delicious chill throughout, and though she couldn't remember where she was, she felt as if somehow she was floating. Opening her eyes, the orc looked down and regarded her nakedness. The wetness that covered her seemed to make her moss-green skin glow in the single spot of light that radiated from somewhere high above. She watched as a bead of sweat formed on her chest and rolled languidly down between her fulsome breasts and embarked further across the undulations of her muscular stomach, finally disappearing in the soft valley between her legs. She could only feel it now, but the sensation made her entire considerable frame shiver with excitement.
From the darkness, strong hands emerged and grasped at her: her waist, her shoulder, her hip, her thigh, her breast. Every grasp overpowered her, but each was as tender as a familiar lover. The rough, work-hardened hands of an orc were unmistakeable, and emotion overwhelmed her as she felt the touch of another of her kind for the first time in years, heat prickling her eyes. Those hands rippled across her abdomen and delved further between her legs. Spreading them apart, a thick finger laid along the length of her lips and pressed into her. Her nipples hardened, her spine tingled and passion wetted her. Turning her head, she searched for her lover, but could find nothing but a shimmer of light and a trick of the eyes, so instead she gave in to this spectre and rested her head back against it's shoulder as she was spread further by those ghostly fingers.
Finally, she was entered. First by one finger, then by another. A tear spilled from her eye and ran down an angular cheek, mingling with her sweat, as she felt herself being filled, at last, by an orc accepting of her. Her arm looped around where she thought a neck should be as her lips found a cheek and she crushed them fervently against it. Her nose was there now and she inhaled deeply. As those powerful fingers worked inside her, she could smell the forge, the earth and blood; those things from her youth and adolescence, from the time before she left.
She did not want to tempt fate—to make demands and dispel the magic of this moment—but the fingers stirring her loins gave her new boldness. Whispering into where an ear should be, she said,
"Hurry and take me."
In an instant, she could no longer feel anything. The fingers withdrew, the hand caressing her chest and stomach disappeared and the shoulder cushioning her head was no more. For a moment she panicked, but then she was presented by her lover in the flesh. He emerged from the darkness and stood between her legs, a perfect specimen of orcish manliness. He was tall and muscular, marked by war and battle across his ochre flesh, and long dark matted hair fell across his shoulders. In his hand he held his sizeable member as if it were a weapon: like a true orc, he was prepared to fight as well as to breed.
Without thinking, she spread her legs further. He moved closer and traced the line of her slit with the spear in his hand. She looked at him pleadingly and he smirked back playfully before positioning himself ready for a single, long thrust. Their eyes met again and in one movement, he inserted ...
***
The cock crowed and jolted First Sergeant of the City Guard Ur-Zal Orthakh awake from another restless slumber. Without even opening her eyes, she realised she'd been dreaming and her heart sank as she buried her face into her pillow. She could feel the tell-tale coolness of moisture around her hips and let out a sullen sigh. Finally, she rolled onto her back, opened her eyes and regarded the tent in the sheets that her substantial erection produced. She whipped away the sheets, exposing her naked body to the cool morning air, and sighed again as a hand dropped as if by reflex to the nearly eleven inches protruding from her.
How long had it been since she'd visited the bordello, she wondered? Given her state and her restless sleep, she would have guessed at a few months, but she knew it couldn't have been more than a few weeks. Her appetite was growing. This was a concern to her, not because of cost—others of her pay-grade were more than able to support a healthy patronage of the late-night and late-late-night venues all while supporting a growing family—but because discretion became harder and harder with each visit. While androgynes were by no means unheard of in polite society, they were certainly rare, and even then the ones that were known of were generally beyond reproach as they would end up occupying some prestigious seat in politics or religion. The elves, with their reputation for theocratic zealotry, were the prime example of this. The other races were less embracing of such anomalies. Unsurprisingly, orcs were brutishly single-minded on such matters, at least her former tribe were, and this often led to being shunned, exiled or worse. Humans were, for the most part, dismissive and that tended to be the worst that could be expected in the cities, especially here in the Capital. Intermittent contact with elves and elven culture had lead to a certain broadening of horizons, even if it was purely for the sake of appearing progressive. The provinces were a different matter, simple folk prefer simple notions after all, and although things rarely turned violent, Ur-Zal had heard enough rumours to know that secrecy was best. That applied to the cities, too. Cautiously accepting as the humans might be of such a thing, as a public servant, Ur-Zal had a reputation to consider, and just being an orc could make public relations difficult enough, even if her decision to file down her exposed fangs was noted and appreciated by many.
Ur-Zal made a resolve. She needed release, it was that simple. She had been able to keep herself busy and distracted until now, but even the thought of being found out was not enough to tame the effect her libido had on the still rock-hard shaft in her hand. She would visit the girls that night, but before she could begin her day's work, she would need to take more temporary relief. Just the idea that she would be indulging her urges was enough to make Ur-Zal stiffen further and she allowed what had been idle brushes of her cock to progress to a fulsome and lengthy stroke. She pulled from base to tip in one long motion, her full length adequately lubricated by her nocturnal emissions, and squeezed the head gently. She returned downward and allowed her grip to loosen as she brushed the tightening knot of her balls.
Again and again she stroked like this as she allowed her other hand free reign of the rest of her body. She brushed her powerful thighs, taught stomach, her large and generous chest and pinched and pulled on her nipples as the heat in her other hand built. She licked and sucked her fingers and returned her roaming hand into her lap and spread wetness on her balls. She caressed and squeezed, then reaching beyond found, very quickly, the soaking slit of her female organs. Keeping to the surface, she teased herself while she continued to stroke every inch of her huge and still hardening cock. When she could take it no longer, she eased two fingers inside of herself and let out a stifled moan of ecstasy as her spine arched sky-ward. The hand on her cock moved faster and faster as the hand inside stirred her into a frenzy.
Before long, she found herself on the brink, and in a deft and elegant movement, she threw her hips toward the ceiling and her legs over her head slipping the head of her cock between her parted and ready lips, her shaft sliding between her breasts. Both hands still on their task, she now pumped her hips gently and revelled in the sensation of her own lips wrapped around her own cock, and her own cock pushing against the back of her own throat. She gasped and moaned and whimpered as she stroked and sucked and fingered until at last she contracted hard around her fingers and her balls released a stream of hot white fluid into her mouth and throat. She swallowed hard several times, but as was typical, the volume she emitted was too much and her mouth brimmed with her lust. She held her position for a moment or two longer as her organs twitched and spasmed their last, her cheeks puffed out foolishly. At last she removed herself from her mouth and pussy, and lowered herself down, careful not to spill. A momentary loss of control as she descended resulted in a minor leak, but as she took one last almighty gulp, she savoured the feeling as it trickled down her throat, both inside and out. She made no attempt to wipe it up. She breathed deeply, measuredly, and for a moment, she was satisfied.
***
Ur-Zal afforded herself a few moments to wallow in bliss before setting herself about the business of her day. Her morning diversions, while necessary, had delayed her and she could already hear the rest of the garrison stirring around her.
The remnants of a jug of water and a cloth took care of any tell-tale signs of the morning's activities before she began the onerous task of strapping herself into her home-made chastity device. A soft piece of leather that spanned the length of her now flaccid member was wrapped around it, and a series of buckles arranged at regular intervals were fastened. The one that encircled the base of her cock was fastened particularly tightly causing the smooth metal stud that protruded from it to dull some of the sensation to the area, while another identical strap did the same behind her balls. The assembly was then pulled back underneath her, so that it appeared to be cradling her balls, and the two remaining straps near the exposed head were tied in a bow knot above the base of her cock. Inspecting the tidy package, she remembered some of her previous methods involving strapping herself to her thigh or tucking her full length inside of herself, but she found that both these methods, if anything, had the opposite effect and resulted in a number of close-calls, which she was barely able to get away with.
Pushing the fond memory of literally fucking herself out of her mind, she dressed and regarded herself in the mirror. Almost everything Ur-Zal wore had been intended for a large man, and even then had to be altered in some way to accommodate her size and stature. The leather-and-steel cuirass had to be formed of two other pieces: one of which was narrower in the waist and neck in order to sit properly, and one that was wider closer to the middle to accommodate her large chest and shoulders. This was then combined with steel pauldrons affixed to the cuirass by a steel upper breastplate, the contrasting sizes of which again had required specialist attention. The mail skirt had to be simultaneously taken in and lengthened to the thigh, and even her royal blue tunic, emblazoned in gold at the hem with the kings coat of arms, was without sleeves, simply because her superiors deemed it too troublesome to arrange for wider ones to be tailored on. At the very least, Ur-Zal's own domestic skill meant that her boots, bracers and pantaloons, as well as any undergarments, all fit comfortably. This patchwork of a uniform, while technically up to standard, was certainly possessed of a distinctly 'orcish' look, as if the woman wearing it weren't indication enough.
Ur-Zal shifted and adjusted and said a silent prayer of thanks to whomever had the idea that the guards' uniform should be so layered from the waist down, thus further assisting in her own concealment. Finally, she strapped on her belt and weapons, tidied her braided hair, took a deep breath and stepped out into the comparatively small annex of the city garrison intended for women. She nodded curtly to a few female guards who were returning from a night shift as she made for the main garrison and the rest of her day.
***
"Running late, this morning, first sergeant?" inquired Captain Dirginal Vilstedt, as Ur-Zal bustled into his office.
"Yes, sir. Apologies. I was—"
"No need to explain, Orthakh, women's issues are none of my concern."
