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An Orcish Pardon

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Orsimer, Lilmothi'it, Tamriel, et cetera are from Bethesda Softworks.

"O-oh, um, h-hello." Destrega said with a smile to the upside down world, the base of his tail in the powerful grip of the green-skinned guard.

It wasn't his idea to sneak into the orsimer camp. But, it was the lilmothi'it's idea to bed with the baron's son, and since Des enjoyed keeping his genitals firmly attached to his crotch, it made sense to follow the command of the lord, 'lest he tempts the executioner's aim on the chopping block.

It was supposed to be an easy job. Creep in, sabotage the tools in the refinery, set a powder charge in the smelter, and get the hell out of there. Milk run, right? Of course, it'll be a hot day in Coldharbour before milk runs are anything like that. The hood on Destrega's head was yanked off after he was shoved in the cage. They took everything, the clothes on his back, his bags, even the bit of wire for a lockpick he kept in his sheath. These people were thorough!

Four guards were seated around a table nearby playing cards to pass the time. The sound of gold crowns clattering the table were only a little more quiet than the roars of laughter and anger when they were scraped to the edge of the table in their winnings.

"Never seen a betmer like that before," one commented, his face tattooed with two crescent moons, taking occasional glances towards the cage to make sure that the fox-like beast man was in his place.

With a cough and a spit, another guard spoke up, "Eh, all them slaves look the same to me. Some are furry, some covered in scales." he lifted a powerful forearm to wipe his face, having just one prominent tusk.

"M'granmum used to say that there used to be some sort of foxmer or something, ages ago in Elsewyr." The big one with his back facing the cage had a slow, gentle (well, for an orsimer) voice, sporting a short mohawk held up with product that Des didn't want to know too much about.

The scarred face of the forth rolled his one good eye, "Your grandmother also said that there were dragons all over the land. You've seen how much a Senche eats, imagine that, but huge! How'd there be enough food for enough of them roaming about?"

The argument was going on for some time. Des kept mostly quiet, crossing his legs and cocking his head. The guards didn't seem too upset with him, so maybe he could use it to his advantage. "Say, guys, maybe there's some way we could make some kind of arrangement? I didn't do anything. Sure, I was in the wrong place, but, I mean, I was just looking for someplace to curl up for the night." Destrega's face curled into a wide, innocent smile.

The four looked over at him, then "Moonie" came over, lifting one arm to rest on the bars and looking down at the captive, "And what would you have to offer us, little thing?" Another dark chuckle as he looked over the lithe betmer. Destrega gulped, then took a chance as he reached out of the bars, placing his palm on the leather crotch of the guard, expecting a coinpurse, but finding a full adventuring pack in his palm.

The orsimer laughed, getting the picture. His hands went down, undoing his belt. The other three laughed and hooted, "Tusk" slyly picking pieces out of other people's winnings whilst everyone's attention was drawn to their buddy taking out his fat green club. The lilmothi'it's eyes went wide, but he got himself into this. Bending forward, Destrega's long, narrow muzzle slipped between the bars, whining as it got slapped with the flaccid cock. Jerking off for a moment, Moonie was hard enough to shove himself into that hesitant mouth.

Destrega didn't make a sound. He couldn't, there was no time before that veiny thing filled up his muzzle. Moonie's hand went between the bars, clutching the back of Des's skull and firmly held it against the cold iron bars. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Scar" moving towards the cage, but he guessed he was just going to get a piss, before he made a gagged "yip!" when his bushy tail was yanked up. A wet jet of saliva splashed over his tailhole. He couldn't look behind him, but he didn't need to. The cage was narrow enough that as his face as pushed through the bars on one end, his ass was against the opposite side, the cold bars kept his cheeks spread and Scar's dick pushed in.

He was glad that the old orc's dick wasn't as big as the one in his mouth, but Des certainly wasn't prepared for it. That didn't seem to phase Scar too much as his hips was slamming on the other side of the bars over and over again. Des's whines remained muffled around Moonie's dick, the wiry black hairs tickling his nose over and over again whilst the orc kept hilting into his mouth, making the beast gag slightly, but his head was almost wedged in place between those bars.

Des's hand was yanked up, and looking over, he saw that Tusk had brought it to his own dick. The cock drooled as much as an inbred prince, soaking the fur along his forearm as he jerked it off. Scar trembled behind him, groaning out loud as he lost his load in the betmur's backside. Des whined around the dick, feeling the splashes of seed hitting deep in his insides before the old orc slid out.

"Finally. My turn." Moonie smiled as he releases Destrega's head. He was too wedged between the bars in front of him and behind him to move around much anyway, then yelped as the orc took his place in his bowels. Moonie was certainly fatter, stretching out his little foxhole as the previous male's cum served as lube for the anal assault. Tusk must've taken this as his cue to get to the beast's muzzle, putting one calloused hand on the top of his mouth to yank it up and shove himself in.

The vulpinoid thought he was gonna drown in preseed as the orsimer thrust into his narrow muzzle. Those heavy orc balls slapping the underside of his muzzle like a flail. It was the only real distraction to Moonie buggering him, slamming him against the bars ahead of him with each eager thrust. His mouth must've been good enough to get him close as the orc started to lose his load in his belly.

The cool air over his tailhole felt like a salve to Des as the orc pulled out. His attention went back to Tusk, slurping and suckling, hoping to get him off as well. His long, pointed ears perked up as he felt the floor tremble. Oh by the Nine, he wasn't? The sound of shuffling clothes made Destrega swallow the preseed in resignation as the last, "Mohawk" was moving to take his place. Looking through the corner of his eyes, Destrega whined at what he saw. The damned orc must have some troll blood in him, or maybe he was born under the Steed sign, or maybe the Tower. In any case, the lilmothi'it gripped ahold of the bars in front of him, bracing himself.

Tusk laughed, watching his buddy assuming the position. Moonie's hand guiding it into position before Des felt a great stretching from the rear. He was thankful that Moonie had helped him loosen a little bit, and all that orc-cum was making for at least some lubrication as the blunted maul of Mohawk started to barrel into the fluffy arse of the captive.

The bars rattled with the actions from both ends as Tusk and Mohawk played Destrega like a squeezebox organ. It thankfully wasn't long before Tusk's stringy seed launched into that foxy mouth before he pulled back, loosing the rest of his load over Des's face, painting his red fur with the white goop. At least he could breathe again, coughing softly as he felt Mohawk's dick going back and forth in him.

Beneath the furry captive, his own red cock had chubbed up from the attention to both of his ends, but with Mohawk's pounding his prostate, that shaft swelled and plumped, leaking his own preseed all over the ground. He reached down, pulling back his sheath past his knot with a grunt and a pop, then squeezed his knot. Mohawk worked on his prostate like a punching bag, a hard, firm pound in regular intervals, stimulating the beast heavily. Des couldn't take away his other hand from the bar, not wanting to put too much pressure on his neck in the fucking, but not wanting to pull away from the behemoth. His hand on his cock started to pump, squeezing and fondling his dick in bliss.

Mohawk moaned in his carnal bliss, giving a firm thrust inside. Des's eyes shot open wide, not just at the rush of seed in his body that the big guy was giving him, but also by the whole cage toppling forward. Pulling his head back just in time, he gasped as the cage slammed into the ground, the friction of the fat dick keeping his ass in the air as he slowly slid down off of Mohawk's pole. As the blunted crown popped free of Destrega's asshole, he yipped loudly, squirting his cum all over himself in his bliss. Damn, that was horrible and good at the same time, he thought to himself, laying on those cold bars now on the ground. Mohawk sighed laying atop of the toppled cage, his dick stuck between those bars. They'll need more than butter to get him popped out.

Now that Destrega was 'freed,' the beast fox gave a tired, semen-dripping 'tada' with his hands and Scar laughed, tossing a sack to the lilmothi'it. Peeking inside, he saw his clothes and gulped. "Now, get outta here, and don't let us catch you here again." Scar snorted as Tusk and Moonie were helping Mohawk and the cage.

Destrega took a deep breath, making his walk-of-shame out of the orsimer camp, the warm dribbling of seed clinging to the inside of his thighs as he did his best not to make eye-contact with anyone on the way out.