The Orc Hero and the Knightess

Naria, a Pronteran knightess, ran through thickets of bush and passed by several large trees. The roars of the orc trailed behind her. Her Pecopeco was shot down by the Orc Archers, and she was forced escape using her pair of legs instead. She was being hunted; the Orc Lord commanded a large horde to pursue her just as she stepped into the orc’s territory.

Arrows were constantly fired at her direction, yet all missed her and hit the trunk of the trees with a ‘thud’. However, she was soon confronted by a troupe of orcs which happened to be hunting and was forced to engage a battle with them.

She swiftly dodged an Orc Warrior’s incoming blow and retaliated by swiping her claymore at the thick, green neck, succeeding in removing the ugly head off its roots. Corpses of different types of orcs littered onto the ground before her and mounted up, yet more stepped over the corpse and took over the fallen’s place.

Just as she swung her claymore, about to finish off another orc, the blade hit against the steel axe which was thrust out of nowhere and, to the knightess’ horror, shattered into pieces. Weaponless, she was immediately overwhelmed by the Orc Lord’s horde, which swarmed over her like Creamies swarming over nectars of a huge flower.

Multiple firm hands grabbed her, tangling her short brown hair and twisting her arms towards her back as they did. No matter how hard she struggled, how fiercely she fought, she was no chance with the orcs’ strength. She was brutally forced onto the ground as they stripped her armor off, revealing her tanned, slick skin; the tight-fitting cloth she wore inside her armor, wrapped around her breasts tightly to keep them from jiggling around; her black linen panty. Naria let out a terrified cry as the Orc Lord smiled a disgusting grin towards her, and then frowned. Powerful hands rested upon her shoulders, and traced her sleek, warrior's lines; her slim, beautiful stomach that she worked tirelessly to keep unblemished, her well-toned muscles and her strong legs…

The Orc Lord seemed to grunt in satisfaction, and roared out loudly to the troupe of orcs. Swiftly, she was bounded and gagged, ready to be taken back to the Orc Village.

It was sunset when they reached the village. Torches were lit, and rhythmic drumbeats filled the air. Some of the orcs were pounding on hand-made, skin drum. The others stamped their feet on the ground, roaring excitedly. The Orc Hero stood just beside a large stone bed which was prepared for this special occasion in the middle of the village; Golden helmet gleamed under the setting sun. It waited as the a horde of orcs, led by the Orc Lord, to reach him, carrying the magnificent prize of their hunt, bodies swaying with the drum rhythm.

She was laid onto the bed, with her cloth-wrapped bosoms pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the stone. Her body was totally petrified at the presence of the lord of orcs. Strong hands rested upon her shoulder, and a platinum circlet closed around her neck. The Orc Lord passed a sharp stone towards the Orc Hero, and mighty arms sliced the ropes that bound her with ease. Her arms came free, only to be locked in chains and bracers of beaten gold behind her back. Then, she was handled again by powerful arms that took her by the limbs and arranged her until she was laid (uncomfortably) onto her arm. The cloth was sliced into half, and enormous globes spilled onto the air, bouncing and jiggling. Her panty was torn into shreds mercilessly, exposing her delicate flower.

Large, thick-fingered hands slid across her face, onto her neck, circling her breast, pulling at her tits, fingering across her belly and encircle her ankles, spreading the legs effortlessly and locking them apart with firm bars, its metal cool against her skin.

And then, the Orc Hero reached his hands onto his golden chain belt, pulled it apart and simply released it. Golden plates and chains clattered on the ground uselessly. Large brown skin-robe sank quickly, covering the precious metals, revealing a thick red cock of ten inches. The rhythm of the drumbeat increased slightly, and the crowd of orcs roared into the air, encouraging their lord to ravish the prize.

Her quivering brown-eyes widened and began to tear when Naria felt powerful hands traced her smooth skin and pried open her dainty petals with surprising gentleness. However, her pride did not allow her to cry or beg for mercy.

Swiftly, thick fingers sank into her, causing her to cry out in both pain and surprise. Strong muscled legs were useless against the bindings no matter how much she writhed, squirmed, fought to close herself; her legs remained wide, and the Orc Hero continued to probe into her deeply.

Then, without warning, gigantic cock jammed into the knightess’ sheath, hard and unrelenting. Pain shot across Naria in waves; tears cascaded onto her face as her eyes rolled up, her back arched, her lips curled and erupted into a violent scream as the cock-head tore through her hymen and cunt. The utter tightness of her tight canal enveloped the invading shaft, stimulating the orc, causing the orc to emit noise that sounded almost like a moan. Her chest heaved as it took in lungfuls of air, globes of flesh bobbling and jiggling with every thrust that drove the cock-head deeper into her.

The party of orcs went into ecstasy: Orc ladies danced around the stone bed, roaring and singing in orcish; a couple of orcs dragged those green, monstrous females onto the ground, ripped open the thin cloths that covered their body and penetrate them with rough passion. The orcs’ delightful cries filled the air, synthesizing with the rapid drum rhythm and the knightess’ screams.

Soon, the cock was unsheathed, lubricated with virgin blood, mixed with her juices which trail out of her pussy, smearing the surface of the stone table.

Yet, it wasn’t over.

Ignoring the pleas of the knightess (she had abandoned her pride), the blunt mass was placed near her entrance again, prolonging the moment as it slid into her delicate passage; the Orc Hero groaned with pleasure as inner walls clasped tightly around the cock. Then, the thick rod rammed into her ass abruptly, and she screamed and plea for the orc to stop, again and again, as the actions were repeated.

Her cries and pleas stimulated the Orc Hero; powerful hands reached for her pair of globes and kneaded around them vigorously, thick thumb and fore finger twisted and pulled at her budded nipple, toying with them harshly. The effect was almost immediate; Naria’s cried diminished into labored gasps of pain. Her pleas were weak and her eyes quivered in trepidation, streaming with tears of humiliation. Rock-hard flesh pushed against the puckered hole of her cunt, until she could only use what strength remains in her to push back against the hugeness that invades her, unable anymore to resist the sensations that washed over her.

After dozens of withdraws and thrusts, the Orc Hero’s cock finally penetrated her completely, and pulsing, geyser-like force of the orc’s climax skewered into her well-plumbed depths and driven home by the next brutal thrust. Sobbing, covered with sweat that were both the orc’s and hers, the knightess was released from the brutality of the orc’s penis. Vaginal juices were leaking from her quim, mixing with blood. The bars and bracers, saved for the one around her neck, were removed, and long trembling, aching legs closed themselves tightly, benting towards her, as if trying to form a barrier to prevent any further penetration to her violated cunt while shivering hands covered her aching tits, trying to preserved the shreds of dignity she was left.

The knightess was handled by strong arms of the Orc Hero that carried her trembling, curling form. They passed the drunken orcs who partied themselves down and laid sprawled onto the ground, passed the dancing, ecstatic orc ladies, and entered a grand-looking hut, larger than the rest.

Naria’s naked, slender physique was laid against the hard, muscle-toned frame of the Orc Hero, who lied on a bed made of bundles of straw. A giant, green hand traced themselves on her silky brown hair, towards her bosoms and stroked the hardened tits. Another wiped the juice and blood that dribbled down her inner-tights, drenching her cunt. Thick, wet fingers were placed onto the side of her mouth, and a rumble the orc’s chest emitted convinced her to stick out her tongue and licked the juices clean. Her eyes had a faraway look, and her face held a glassy expression, obedient and slave-like. Her will was totally waived; she was no longer strong, no longer resisting. The knightess had become a broken doll, a willing sex slave of the orcs.

It was until finger was licked clean before the mighty hand moved away from her cheeks and began to stroke her pubic hairs, the lips between her legs, rubbing at her clitoris. The stroking of her sensitive parts and the sound of the heavy rhythmic breathing slowly lulled her into slumber, and she slept, held safe in the orc’s arms. The Orc Lord pulled up the old rags with a hand so that it covered them both, keeping them warm. Before sleep took over the green monstrosity, a rough finger plunged into the knightess’ battered ass once more, and the orc, hearing a soft, tired moan that escaped from the knightess’ lips unconsciously, grinned in satisfaction.


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