Chapter 3: The Road to Fud Faragna
Urragn awoke her with a hand moving over her hip, massaging her. He rubbed the big muscle in her thigh, then in her rear, and then her waist and ribs. His touch caused her to freeze. She did not acknowledge him. He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, and then he grabbed her around the stomach and pulled her in close to him. His cock was already hard and dripping, it pressed into the back of her thigh with great force, leaving a trail of slime along her skin.
She wanted to push him away, but she did not. She felt great shame that she was allowing the enemy to touch her. She replayed the moment when she had eaten the sweet roll off the table. She wished she could go back in time, laugh in the jarl's face, and demand her prison rations of bread and dirty water.
He thrust his hips against her as he snuck his hand under the hem of her fur wrappings, up her thigh to her undergarments.
"Urragn, why are you humping me like a poorly trained dog?" she finally said.
"Because I am your husband, and that is my duty," he whispered in her ear. "Take off your skirt, Lady of Fud Faragna."
"And what will you do if I refuse?" she said.
He planted a kiss between her shoulder blades, which caused a shiver to ripple down her spine. "You are my wife. You will not refuse me. I will do my duty, and you will do yours." He slipped a finger under the hem of her undergarments.
She squirmed away from him. He backed off.
He tried a different method of persuasion. "This is our duty, not just to each other and our marriage, but to our king."
"Our king? You mean the Orc King?"
"He is ours now," Urragn said. "You don't get to be married to me in some respects in not in others. If we are going to be husband and wife, we must act as husband and wife do. We serve the same king, and we serve each other in the marriage bed. That is the way of the world."
"I know how marriage works," Aris said. She leaned back on her pillow and ran her fingers through her honey brown hair. "But every moment of the day? Every single time you get a strange stir in your loins?"
He paused and chose his next words carefully. "I promise you that I will never force myself upon you. I want you and me to live in peace together. And If I do such a thing, there would be no peace."
Aris shook her head. "Frankly, I don't trust that promise," she said. So many elvish women have been raped by orcs when our towns have been captured. No doubt a seasoned soldier like you has done it too."
"You are not a prisoner," he said. He stroked her upper arm. His hand was so big that he easily could have wrapped his thumb and forefinger entirely around it. She resisted the urge to slap his hand away.
Aris scoffed. "Yes. I am. If I hadn't married you, you would have sent me back to my cell to live on bread and water, perhaps for the rest of my life."
"Turn to face me, Aris," he said.
His calling her by her given name surprised her a bit. She'd half expected him not to remember it. She humored him and turned to face him in bed. She was struck again by how large he was, and how unexpectedly soft his brown eyes were. He stroked her face. "I will make you a deal," he said.
She sighed. "Your last deal was not quite a fair one," she said.
"I'm... I'm sorry you feel that way," he said. He caressed her chin with his big gray thumb. "If you choose to leave me, I will let you go. Whether we have been married for a day or for a year or for ten years. If you leave me, I will not pursue you. I will not attempt to imprison you or send my men after you. I cannot promise that other orcs will not capture you, nor that the king will not have you chased down as a fugitive. But I promise that neither I nor my men will go after you. I only ask that if you do, you tell me before you go, and also..."
"And what?"
"If I do give you a child. Please leave it in my care."
"I'm not really free to leave if I have to leave a child behind," Aris said. "It isn't fair to separate a mother and a child."
"Perhaps not, but... but I could not bear it. I couldn't bear to know there was a piece of my flesh walking around this earth some place where I couldn't care for it. I could not sleep ever again if a child of mine was taken off somewhere beyond my sight. I would not attempt to arrest you or detain you if you ran from me. But I would pursue my child to the ends of the earth. Till the end of time."
"How do you think I would feel if I had to leave my own child behind?"
"A fair question. But there is a simple way to avoid that problem." He kissed her, a sweet little kiss that left her lips just a little bit moist. "I treat you with kindness so that you do not leave me. Have I not been kind to you so far?"
"You imprisoned me in your dungeon for a week."
"While you were an enemy soldier and not yet my wife."
Aris still could hardly believe she had taken Urragn's deal.
He kissed her again. "But while you are here, since you have chosen to marry me and have not yet chosen to leave, why not remove your skirt for me, so we can fulfill the purpose of our marriage?"
"I really hope your king's plan works. I really hope something bigger comes of this." She untied her sash and peeled away her skirt.
Urragn chuckled and pulled her into his mountainous body. His cock danced around her inner thighs.
He sat up and threw away the blankets and then grabbed both of her legs by the crook of her knees. He kneeled before her, parted her legs and positioned himself between them. His hands massaged her stomach and waist.
"I know what I'm doing, Aris," he said. "You will never regret spreading those legs for me." He lowered his head and stuck his fat tongue between her folds.
Aris leaned back and concentrated on the sensation. No man had ever used his tongue on her before. She had never even asked one too, and no man had ever even offered.
He sucked at her clit for a moment, manipulated it with his tongue, bit at it gently. He grabbed her hips and raised her halfway off the bed so he could get better access. His tongue penetrated her and wiggled about. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
It was slimy and disgusting, but that was precisely why she enjoyed it. Blood rushed into the space between her legs, itching, throbbing, ready for whatever the Jarl decided to do next.
He removed his tongue and kissed her inner thigh. His great thumbs dug into her legs.
Suddenly he got out of bed, grabbed her ankles, and swung her around so that her hips were right at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her and guided his hard fat cock inside of her.
Once again, the stretching burned a bit. It was worse today since she was sore from yesterday. She did not protest.
He forced her knees up toward her head. He fucked her slowly at first. She watched his broad gray chest pant as he moved his body. His hips pressed into her, hard enough that the impact on her pelvic bones was a bit uncomfortable.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled.
"It's alright," she said. She grunted. "You aren't the worst lover I've ever had."
"There were others before me, is that right?" he said.
He shoved his cock so deeply inside her she thought he would split her down the middle like a log.
"I bet their cocks were not nearly as big as mine is," he said. "I bet they did not know how to pleasure you like I can. I bet they did not leave you shaking and panting the way I will."
"Slow down!" she said.
He backed off a bit. "A very hard thing to ask, my dear. A very tough request, asking me to show restraint on such a tight and perfect pussy as yours. Tell me Aris, what were the names of those scoundrels who deflowered you?"
"You think this talk is charming?" she said.
"You'd rather I discuss the weather while I fuck you, while I lay claim to your womb and mark it with my seed?" he said. He leaned over her and grabbed her waist. "It's the dry season on this side of the mountains. The sun will scorch you if you do not cover yourself."
The friction drove her insane. Her walls clenched around him, as if chewing on him, as if swallowing him. A muscle in her stomach began to cramp. She could feel the oncoming orgasm down in the tips of her fingers and toes. She flexed her feet to try and counteract the pressure. The sensation crept up her limbs and to her hips and stomach. She hummed.
"You do not need to stay silent for me, my dear. Let them hear you. Let them know how well and truly I am fucking you. When they see you struggling to walk today, make sure they know why."
By the gods, she wished he would be quiet.
He shoved his entire length into her and held it for a moment, then wiggled his hips a bit so that she could truly feel his size and length inside her.
She cried out as her body climaxed. She felt like this was the first time she had actually lived since taking her first breath.
He pulled out of her. "On your hands and knees!" he ordered.
"Why?" she said.
"Because you already know what it feels like for me to take you from the front. I wouldn't want to bore you, would I?"
She rolled over. He grabbed her by the hips and repositioned her so that she was facing the head of the bed and the wall behind it. He climbed onto the bed behind her and gave her rear a light pat and squeeze. He planted a kiss on her aching vulva and then entered her again.
His thrust was so strong she almost banged her head into the stone wall. She braced against the headboard with her hands. His hips slapped against her with smack after smack. The impact felt good, like he had shaken loose something within her that had been gumming up the walls of her organs. Her body got used to him and the aching and burning turned into a pleasant deep massage.
