Dungeons and Dragons
Chapter two: Of orcs and dwarfs
Five days after leaving the monastery, Markus's road had become more treacherous. He was heading through the mountains now; the terrain was rough, the road narrow, and a misstep by his chestnut stallion could spell disaster. Night was falling, and he knew it was dangerous to continue, but here the road was too narrow to set up camp.
As the sky grew dark, he came to a wide flat area in the road. He was tired and eager for sleep, but no sooner had he dismounted than an arrow flew down the road, glancing off his armor. He quickly swung his war hammer off his back, peering through twilight to find his attackers. He turned his head down the road, their war cries only slightly preceding a band of orcs rounding the side of the mountain. He charged to meet them, swinging the hammer full into the gut of the first orc and sending him toppling into the ravine below. Markus fought against his weariness to overcome the orcs, but he could not break through their superior numbers and soon he was pushed further and further back to the wall of the mountain.
The creatures forced Markus up against the wall of rock. Clawed hands grabbed and pinned his limbs, forcing him to drop the hammer. In the darkness he could barely make out their shapes, about his height, but thinner and sinewy. They carried clubs and crude bows and wore little besides filthy little hide loin cloths. Now that they had captured their prey, they talked amongst themselves in the harsh orcish language Markus could not understand.
"Shall we kill him?" said one.
"No! Our orders were to take him alive"
"Still, we could have ourselves a little bit of fun..." interjected a third with an evil grin.
The others laughed and nodded at this. Markus grew frightened at what they were intending. He felt claws rake down his skin as his armor was removed and tossed to the side. Hands roughly grabbed his cock and balls and yanked and squeezed. He yelped in pain. An orc grabbed his hair and pulled his head back down to waist level. Markus became aware that an orc stood to each side of his head. They lifted their soiled loin cloths and pressed two large rubbery dicks at Markus's mouth, one from each direction. At first he clenched his mouth tight, but the orcs pulled his head back and forced his jaw open. The orc penises tasted foul, but the scent of raw sex was intoxicating and Markus found himself getting excited despite himself.
The orcs had ripped off his trousers and underwear and were marveling at Markus's growing erection. "Look, the human likes it!"
"Then give him all he can take!" replied another. Markus felt his legs and hips being lifted off the ground. Claws dug into his ass, spreading his cheeks. He let out a yell as the first orc cock slid up his shit hole. The rank taste of penis had subsided in his mouth, and after he got over the shock of penetration, he eagerly returned to servicing the two orc dicks, first munching on one, then slurping on the other, then gagging both down at once. The slimy and rubbery orc penis was working in and out of Markus's hole easily now. Markus groaned with pleasure. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying the orcs' gang rape!
He heard some neighing to the side, and he became vaguely aware that one orc was buggering his stallion, while another crouched beneath it slurping the horse's huge dong. The two penises released their sticky cum into Markus's mouth, with much grunting by the orcs. They were quickly replaced by two more. Several orcs had already shot their loads into his ass, but still more wanted to ride his sore rump. As the current orc slammed home into his rectum, sending a wave of pleasure to his dick, Markus felt a second dick start to work its way into his abused hole. He grunted at the redoubled pressure building in his anus, but bravely rode both cocks hard. He felt an orc climb on top of him and sit down on his raging hard-on. His meat slid easily up the orc's ass, as the creature pumped himself into a sexual rage on the human's cock. Markus screamed as the fire in his dick and butt hole exploded in a huge orgasm, shaking his body with pleasure. He blacked out.
The great hall of the dwarfs was impressive. Its ceiling towered 50 feet into the air. Dwarfs were coming and going from all directions, wearing little more than their beards and the cups supporting their genitals. It was easy to understand why: the heat from the forge was oppressive. Everywhere sweat ran and husky dwarfs barked orders.
Kirth walked behind Bolof, enjoying the sights and smells of so much male flesh. Bolof led him to the end of the hall, where a great golden thrown sat atop a silver filigree pulpit. The dwarf king rose from the chair. He had a helmet, much like Bolof's, but made of silver. His jock cup was also silver and inlaid with precious stones. By the size of it, the dwarf king must have had king sized dick. His great white beard hung over a large belly, and from either side of his beard, two hard nipples protruded, each pieced by a golden ring. As he stood, his chunky ass, covered in fine white fur stuck out, and he scratched it a little. He descended the pulpit and embraced Bolof. "My son, you have returned. And it looks as if you have brought a guest!" said the king as he gave Kirth an approving look.
"He is Kirth, Father, a barbarian king from the wild lands to the north. He is a great warrior with an unquenchable sexual appetite," said Bolof. Kirth made a low bow.
"Excellent," exclaimed the king. "We shall have time to get acquainted, but now we feast!"
Dozens of dwarfs ate as if famished in the royal dinning hall. All manner of meats were devoured, leaving little but bone behind. Satisfied dwarfs with big bellies lingered in chairs, picking their teeth clean. Kirth let out a long sigh of satisfaction. The king rose. "A marvelous meal, I hope our guest can agree, but there are other pleasures besides food. Let us adjourn to the Pleasure Room!" The dwarfs roared in agreement, and many hands went down to massage crotches eager with anticipation. The dwarfs filed out of the room, followed last my Kirth.
He stood in amazement at the assortment of benches and tables in the Pleasure Room. The walls were lined with finely crafted dildos of gold and silver, some with bumps, some that gyrated, and some with many fine joints to snake in and out. "Go great barbarian king, choose your instrument of pleasure!" bellowed the king. Kirth approached the wall and selected a large silver dildo that could flex from side to side. The king picked up a large curved golden dildo, and Bolof a bumpy one. Dwarfs brought in great cauldrons of animal grease. The human plunged the dildo into the grease and pulled down his leather pouch. His penis was already semi hard from the presence of so many sex-crazed dwarfs. He poised the dildo at his eager hole and sat down. The dildo snaked up his ass, twisting and turning and hitting every part of his gut just right. He groaned with delight.
All around him dwarfs had greased up their dildos and shit holes and were busy fucking themselves. Most had not even bothered to remove their cups and had simply pushed the chain to one side to get access to their ravenous ass holes. Some were slamming themselves down onto dildos alone. Others were working each other's aching holes. And others were riding two and even three-way dildos. All was grunting and groaning and "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, that's good! That's nice." The king was on his back, legs to the ceiling, working the gold dildo into his ass with both hands. Bolof had fastened his to a vertical table and was pushed back and forth against it. Kirth leaned back, closed his eyes, and fucked himself hard, slamming his ass down on the dildo over and over.
He was amazed at how good it felt. "Fuck, I will cum soon! You dwarfs are quite skilled in your craftsmanship."
"Go ahead and cum!" shouted the king, sticking his head up between his stout legs. "This is just a warm up!"
Already dwarfs were screaming their orgasms. Kirth looked around to see them moaning with cum seeping out of the cups. Some were already discarding their cups in anticipation of the main event. Kirth slammed his ass down one last time and sent his jism shooting across the room, some splashing onto the king's face. The king lapped it up eagerly.
After the wave of his orgasm passed and his muscles relaxed, Kirth looked up. Bolof had already finished the first exercise and was standing in front of him, a lewd grin showing beneath his long, braided moustache. Kirth was still squatting low, the silver dildo buried in his tight hole, so that the dwarf's silver jock cup was just at chin level. Dwarf cum was leaking out the sides and oozing down Bolof's leg. Kirth rubbed his hands down the cup, spreading the semen over it like silver polish. "I have tasted your man-meat, but you have yet to feast on my dwarf-meat, human!" Bolof said as he again undid the chain around his waist. Kirth pulled the cup off, revealing Bolof's huge member slimy with cum. Despite having already shot one load, the dwarf's penis was still semi-hard and so fat that even the mighty barbarian could not swallow it. Still, Kirth eagerly put his lips around it and began to clean the shaft with his tongue. The dwarf spunk was salty and double the flavor of a human; it was delicious to Kirth, and he lapped up every drop, only wanting Bolof to shoot more into his mouth. Bolof threw his head back as the human sucked and kneaded his quickly swelling dick head. The dwarf then leaned forward, pushing Kirth onto his back. Bolof crouched on all fours, his groin positioned over Kirth's face, and rubbed his cock all over the barbarian's face.
In the meantime, some of his subjects had come to aid the king in his pleasure. Two stout dwarfs held his legs up and apart, while a third expertly worked his ass with the dildo. Another was feeding his lord his dick while squeezing and yanking his nipples. Soon he too was spilling his royal seed as he shouted "oh, my ass! Fuck my ass!" The dwarfs helped their lord to his feet. They then wasted no time in removing the king's bejeweled cup and cleaning their king's dick, balls, and greasy shit hole with their tongues.
When the dwarf king recovered his breath, he strode over to where his son was still feeding his meat to the human. As he approached, Bolof turned around so that he was now sucking Kirth's long fuck pole with his ass presented to his father. The king knelt down behind his son, his legs straddling the human's chest and began to fondle the younger dwarf's broad, muscled backside. "You have such an intoxicating ass, my boy. As your father and your king, I command you to pleasure me with your butt hole!"
"I am yours to command, my liege. Fuck your son's ass and fill me with the seed that created me!" replied Bolof. The king reached forward and tickled his son's hole with his fingers and then gently started to probe into him. "Please, Father, don't tease my ass with fingers when it craves your cock. I need you to fuck me," begged Bolof. The king lifted his belly to get into position. He grabbed his cock, slick with spit and even fatter and longer than his son's, and put the head at the entrance to Bolof's rectum. With a long groan he eased it in. Bolof's hole stretched to take it all in. The king then started to ease his fat cock in and out.
"Oh, fuck, my lord. It feels so good!" groaned Bolof, before he returned to slurping down Kirth's dick.
"Take it all, my boy!" bellowed the king, as he slapped his son's ass playfully. "Feel the pleasure of my cock deep inside you."
The two dwarfs were pumping hard now, the king's balls slapping against Bolof's with every thrust. Kirth raised himself onto his elbows. His face was now level with the king's ass, which rammed back into his face every time the old dwarf pulled out of Bolof's hungry ass. The king's chunky ass cheeks spread as he thrust his hips back, giving Kirth access to his royal hole. The three of them built up to a sexual frenzy, with Bolof sucking down Kirth as his father fucked him from behind, and Kirth tonguing the King's sweet hole. Soon both dwarfs were cumming hard. Bolof was shooting his load on Kirth's chest while the King's semen started to leak out of his ass hole.
But like a true dwarf, the king was ready for more, even after ejaculating twice. "Your tongue has made my ass hungry for cock. I am curious to know how good man-cock feels in my ass." With that he pulled out of Bolof, who rolled off Kirth. The king positioned himself over the engorged dick of the barbarian. He grabbed each ass cheek with a hand and spread himself wide as he lowered his eager hole onto the cock. "Oh, yes, that is good, oh uhhh...." groaned the king. He pulled up until the head was at the sphincter and plunged down again, moaning as the length of the cock slid back into his hungry butt hole. The king stated to work his hole hard up and down the barbarian's 10 inches. His cock was hard again and sticking out from under his hairy belly.
Bolof got up and then squatted over Kirth's face. "You like the taste of dwarf ass, human?"
"Yes, let me feast upon your hole!" replied Kirth. Bolof sat down on Kirth's face, and the barbarian began to eat out the dwarf's cum-filled hole. The two dwarfs faced each other as both their holes where serviced by the barbarian. Bolof reached forward and pulled his father's nipple rings. After riding the human cock long and hard, the king pulled himself off with a groan. He then bent himself over a table and spread his legs wide. Bolof got off Kirth's face, allowing the barbarian to get up on his knees behind the king and stick his cock back inside the waiting anus. Bolof then stood behind Kirth, removed the dildo that was still hanging half out, and worked his dick into the human. All three of them started to buck their hips and moan.
"Yes, fuck me. Fuck my regal shitter, human!" Kirth eagerly complied, thrusting and groaning as his dick and ass were pleasured at once. The king was first to cum, and his ass hole clenched with his every convulsion. This sent Kirth over the edge, whose own anal spasms sucked the cum out of Bolof. All three collapsed the beside the table in a pool of sweat and cum.
After all had washed themselves clean from the orgy, the dwarfs again gathered in the great hall. The king took his place on his thrown and bellowed over the awaiting crowd, "Fellow dwarfs, today you have proven your strength and endurance in sex, but tomorrow you must prove yourself in battle, for we march on the orc citadel. They have grieved us and taken many of our best dwarfs, but we shall repay them in kind!" The dwarfs shouted their approval. Kirth too yearned for battle; just as his loins lusted for male flesh, his muscles ached for war, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
Markus awoke with a groan. He shivered with cold, and it was a few moments before he realized he was naked, gagged, and chained to a table. He struggled with what strength he had left, but his bonds held firm.
"So you've finally awoken." Markus jerked with fright, and every hair on his rather furry body stood on end. In the perfect dark, he had not realized he wasn't alone.
Forgetting the gag, Markus tried to say, "Who are you? Where am I?" but only mumbled.
Markus heard heavy footsteps approach. "I'm the guard, but don't worry, Princess, I won't hurt you yet. When the Master comes, he'll decide what to do with you." There was a pause and then, "My, you are a pretty one." Markus felt a caress on his bared hairy buttocks. "I can see why the boys would have fun with you."
Just then a door opened and a weak light seeped into the room. Markus craned his head back to look at his captor. The guard was a tall half-orc with strapping muscles. Unlike his comrades, he wore a simple tunic with a belt and a proper sword. The skirt of the tunic was short, and the guard wore no under garments so that Markus could see the end of his dick hanging between his large thighs. An exceptionally fat orc walked into the room, momentarily blocking the light. When he emerged, Markus could see he was clothed in lavish furs, and around his neck were chains of bones and teeth. The guard made a low bow, and two immediately started to converse in orcish. Markus could guess what was coming next, as the orc, undoubtedly the Master, started to eye him with lust.
"Be prepared human," said the guard. "The Master wants to have his way with you." He was still tired and sore from the working over he had received from the other orcs, yet already he could feel his cock stirring in anticipation. The Master moved up behind Markus and lifted his fur robe. His stout knobby cock sprang out, looking like a lumpy pickle. He wasted no time in working it into Markus's ass hole. Markus gave a muffled yell as each lump passed his sphincter. He groaned as the whole cock slid in, putting wonderful pressure on his insides. The Master began to fuck him in earnest, groaning and swearing in orcish. The guard laughed. "The Master says you have an amazing cunt. He might just keep you around, instead of sending you to Mordax." The guard then sat down in front of Markus and threw his legs up, so Markus could see the guard's entire nether region, cock, balls, and fuck hole all lined up. The guard stuck his fingers in his mouth and then reached down and played with his own ass hole. He pumped his cock with the other hand while he fingered his hole. The sensations in his ass, combined with the display of man sex before his eyes soon had Markus cumming again.
Just as Markus felt his body convulse and relax with pleasure. He heard shouts and ringing steel coming from outside. The Master pulled out abruptly, making Markus yell. The guard also got to his feet. They were running out the door in the next instant, and Markus was left alone to recuperate.
After what seemed like ages of waiting anxiously in the dark for something to happen, a dwarf burst into the room. "Look! There is a human here!" he shouted. Soon more dwarfs entered the room, followed by a large human with chiseled muscles. In no time he was ungagged and unfettered.
"Thank you, my rescuers!" shouted Markus. "Oh, but some of you are hurt." His eyes fell on the barbarian. Beneath his massive pecs, his stomach had received a deep gash, and the hulking man pressed against his wound with one hand. "I am a priest; let me help." At first the barbarian backed away, unsure of what the priest intended, but then he allowed Markus to approach and gently kiss him on the lips. The two men stood frozen for a moment, holding each other's thick bodies. The magic flowed out of the cleric and into the warrior, divine power mending torn flesh and blood vessels. When the cleric broke away, the wound was completely healed.
"Thank you, priest," said the barbarian looking down at his again perfect abdominals. "I am Kirth, and I am in your debt."
Markus laughed at his good fortune. "I am Markus," he replied, "and you are just the man I've been looking for!"
End chapter two. Let me know if you have questions, comments, suggestions nemianlion@hotmail.com