Chapter 4: Stand Off
Grohl saw the small hamlet of Belshire come above the horizon. He had grown tired of the sound of wooden wheels grinding against the road, the clip clopping of horses hooves, and metallic clanking of weapons and armor. There was one part of this journey in which he was taking some pleasure, and that was it reminded him of being on campaign –the times when all would tremble at the approach of his horde.
That old feeling welled up within him as the farming village became larger in the distance. The sheer sense of unbridled power, and the idea that the local populace was at his mercy, occupied his mind, and fueled his passions. This is what he missed the most!
The orc commander playfully entertained the idea of sacking the town -taking what he wanted, burning what remained, and slaughtering its inhabitants. It had been so long since he had indulged this inclination. The relative peace under Axania's rule, combined with the fact that the Captain of the Empress' personal guard just could not join –or start- a raiding band, had made his life dry and boring, but that was just about her change.
The sound of a bell frantically chiming filled Grohl's ears, and a puzzled expression crept across his face. His comrades glanced about at each other with the same look of bewilderment, as they pressed closer and closer to the town.
The slaver company was now near enough Belshire to see that there were people running around in confusion and terror. The captain was about to send a rider forward to let the town's folk that they were just passing through, but stopped at the idea that they could give him an excuse –an excuse to finally get some excitement in his life!
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Their bodies were small, but perfectly formed. They both were a little chubby, as halflings tended to be, but still very sexy.
Gilford -and the girls- had managed to find the largest pile of hay in the barn, and throw a large blanket over the top of it. By now, the dome-like pile had become a concaved nest from them rolling about, stripping, and groping one another.
This had not been the constables plan: to abandon his town while an orc-horde approached, and to seek carnal knowledge with these two young lasses of the half-folk, but things like this tended to happen to him anyway.
He had caught wind of the band of orcs headed their way, and set out to find his former lieutenant, Altrost, and the band of mercenaries his onetime subordinate now led. The constable felt it was time to take a stand in the name of the rightful King. Since the defeat of the loyalists, the bitch Empress has gradually become bolder –sending her monstrous forces out when she wanted to impose her will. Gilford did not know what this current event was about, but he reckoned it was not good, and he had made an oath to his community to serve, and protect the people of Belshire.
Two days earlier, he had dispatched a courier with a message for Altrost to meet him at this barn in Juniper Hollow, and now he was hoping that the good lieutenant would not arrive too soon.
The two young halfling girls were like little voluptuous bookends with their hourglass figures. Tiny rosy-pink nipples rested in the center of their ample breasts. Gilford ran his hands over the two of them, and he savored the warm feel of their soft and pale skin as they kissed and licked his chest. They made their way down his stomach until they found his manhood –already rock-hard in anticipation of the salacious deeds to come- where they began to run their tongues, in unison, up and down his thick eight-inch shaft. The little duo seemed to almost be fighting over it as each one took a turn engulfing the swollen head with their hungry mouths.
The good constable moaned his pleasure as the two continued to work his rigid cock. He decided to leave the one with the tawny-brown hair, but coaxed the other, with flaxen-blonde hair back up to him.
She took the hint quickly, and crawled on all fours up to his head –eyes smoldering with lust. She straddled his face, and slowly lowered her moistened little honey-pot onto his mouth. She suddenly twitched at the initial contact of his oral appendage, as licentious sensations jolted her body, and caused hips to erratically spasm. She whimpered and cooed, as the other rose to her feet and hovered her tiny wet gash just above the tip of Gilford's throbbing rod.
He felt the slick-hot dampness of the halfling's taut fuck-hole open up to him, and grip his burgeoning prick. It was so tight that it was almost painful, but still she took more and more of it inside her as she called out loudly. Obviously, it was much larger than she was used to, but that did not daunt her from slaking her desires on his huge pole.
It was painful for her. To begin with, he was large for a human, but he was gargantuan for a halfling. His tumescent manhood stretched her to her limits, and she winced as it continued to invade even deeper inside her. She bucked her hips, stroking his immense rod with her sopping tight pussy, as she wailed; letting it reach the verge of popping out, only to plunge it to her farthest depths.
The blonde one turned completely around –repositioning her self on the constable's face- so she could fondle her friend while she fucked him with wild abandon. She caressed the other's tits, and squeezed the nipples between her fingers, as they bounced teasingly in front of her. Then, resting a hand on her lusty companion's shoulder, she reached down and began to massage the brunette's swollen clit –as her own was being similarly worked by Gilford's tongue.
The wanton and lascivious actions sent the two halflings reeling into blissful climax. Their cries reverberated of the wooden walls, and echoed in the constable's ears. It was then that he felt something quite unusual come from the one that straddled his face. There was a sudden gush of her salty-sweet nectar that came from her craven slit, and coated his mouth and chin. Then the same thing happened with the other halfling that was riding his cock. His crotch was completely drenched.
The two young halfling girls collapsed on his chest -continuing to grope and kiss each other- when their orgasms had finally abated.
In between kisses, the one with the darker hair purred some advice for her friend, "You really must let him put his big thing in you. Mmmmm... Hurts so good!"
