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Tamri, jewel of the human kingdoms a rich fertile valley surrounded by mountains on all but one side. The mountains were heavily mined and produced vast quantities of; gold, silver, iron, copper along with jewels of almost every description. While the rivers flowing down from the mountains were filled with fish and made the valley soil moist and fertile. Villages and hamlets sprawled from the northern wall right to the mighty city of Tamsu.

The city had thick walls and was built to withstand the mightiest of sieges. Although it had been five hundred years since the last army marched on the city. After that siege was defeated the old king of Tamri ordered the building of the Great Tam Wall. It covered the entrance to the valley. Ten meters high and one hundred miles long. Spanning from the western to Eastern edges of the mountain ranges. With four huge castles, one at each end and one either side of a huge central gate, the only way into Tamri. Dotted along the wall were dozens of smaller forts, housing almost the entire of the Tamri army.

The city and Tamsu was now served by only two thousand guards, and yet there always seemed to be enough guards to spoil Prince Tamil's day. Just as they did at the end of autumn. The young handsome blonde haired male was enjoying some light fencing practice with one of the other young lords when the guards brought a summons from his father. As the fourth and youngest son of the king Tamil had an easy life, the burdens of command had not been thrust upon him, like they had his eldest brothers.

With no expectations on him to lead, to take the throne or even marry and with the wealth and power of the crown behind him he had enjoyed the easiest of lives. Hunting in the forests when it suited him, exploring where he would, always with servants in tow to ensure his meals were cooked and his horse was well stabled.

He'd ignored most of his schooling, though he enjoyed fencing, especially because all the other lords let him win. His only competition had been his elder brothers, who were now all captains in the army and each commanded one of the castles along the wall. Leaving the young prince with no equal in the fencing ring. Or rather no-one willing to risk their political career by beating the prince. Tamil had on a few occasions made use of what power he had to ensure the downfall of some lord who he felt had slighted him.

Since his last brother had left the only person with any power to control the spoiled young man was his father, the king. That day he was summoned to the throne room he assumed it was to perform some trivial task or to agree to attend some boring ceremony or another feast. Instead he found his father standing with a serious look on his face, the price walked into the throne room and kneeled before the throne, "you summoned me father?"

The grey haired man nodded and waved for the young prince to stand, "come with me my son." As he spoke the old king stood, his robes flowing around his firm muscles, his sword still hanging at his side. He had been a captain of the army in his father's day as king. He had fought many battles and he knew what a wastrel his youngest son was, he was forever disappointed with his lack of ambition or willingness to help. A fourth castle on the wall was unmanned by a prince and yet in two years Tamil had made no effort to convince his father that he was worthy to take command.

He walked his son out onto the balcony and there before them the great city of Tamsu lay, rows of white stone buildings streets lines with rows of fruit trees. Outside the walls the green valley sprawled, glimmering in the late afternoon sun, the rivers shining as they wandered through the land towards the great wall.

"Tis beautiful, is it not?" Observed the king as he looked out over his kingdom.

"Yes indeed," Tamil agreed with very little passion, he had seen the view a thousand times and while it was nice it was hardly worth leaving a fencing session for.

"I'm glad you think so," continued the king noting with more disappointment the lack of enthusiasm behind his son's response. "It is our family's duty and honour to look after this beautiful valley. This often demands sacrifices to be made. Your brothers have devoted their lives to service of the people. Now it is time for you to made a sacrifice."

Tamil managed to stop a start of surprise escaping his lips, he took a few seconds to compose himself before he asked, "what sacrifice do you command of me father?"

"A most joyess one my son," the king replied with a sly smile. "Come down to the stables and I will explain on the way."

The two walked together through the well kept streets of the city and as they walked the king talked. "The land of Karit lies at our Northern boarder, they have ever been jealous of the rich lands of Tamri. Still they are poor and their army is no match for the wall. Yet lately they have been refusing travel to anyone looking to come to our gates. We have not seen a trade caravan in months and while we do not require trade to survive. There are some luxuries that come from outside this valley that many of us would rather not live without."

"What does this have to do with a sacrifice, father?" Tamil asked as politely as he could.

"The King of Karit has a daughter, she has just come of age and I have agreed to join our two families in marriage," the king replied as the walked into the stables where twenty armed guardsmen sat on twenty horses, with the prince's horse saddled and ready to be ridden. "You leave right now and will wed in three days time."

"What?!" The outrage and surprise burst out of the prince and for the first time in his life he found himself confronting his father directly. "I am to marry, some woman I have never met, I don't even know her name, let alone what she looks like. What if she's ugly, or fat?"

"What if she is? You will marry her, you will bring her back here and in the fullness of time she will bear me grandchildren. Our kingdoms will be as one and our people and the people of Karit will be at peace." The king's voice was firm and his eyes had not a scrap of sympathy for his son. "You have lived an easy life off the toil of my subjects, off my purse and in my house. You will do this or I will have you cast out, do you understand? You will be exiled, no servants, no silks, no weak minded fools pretending to lose to you at sports."

Gulping the prince nodded, he had never seen his father this angry with him. When put in his father's words he could see that marriage was by far the best choice he had in front of him. "I understand father, I will do as you ask."

"Great, now I will be sending a mighty gift for the king as the first token of friendship," the king clapped his hands and commanded one of his guards. "Bring out the prisoner."

A few seconds later two guards walked into view, each one had a heavy chain in their hands, the chains were linked to the wrists of the prisoner. Tamil recognised the species from descriptions in books, but he had never seen one in the flesh before.

An orc, seven foot tall and broader than any man the prince had ever seen. His chest was a covered in thick wiry hair, the black highlighted against his dark greed skin. An expanse of pure muscle covered the broadest chest he'd ever seen, firm pecks straining slightly as the orc walked. His stomach was impressive a round gut that spoke of a creature that worked hard and yet drank and ate very well. His face was covered in coarse hair to match his chest, arms, back and probably everywhere else.

His eyes glanced casually across the gathered guards, showing not even the merest hint of concern. Bruises across his face, chest and arms showed he had not been an easy creature to subdue and capture. Gulping the prince could imagine this beast being an absolute brute in combat. Those dark brown eyes looked right into his and the prince had never seen eyes so hungry, they seemed to bore into him and then passed on, leaving the prince wondering what the orc had seen when he looked at the human.

Tusks stuck out of his lower lip, the left one broken and the right long enough to reach passed his broad nose. There was one more thing about the orc that the prince noticed instantly, the smell. The beast was wearing just a leather loincloth and he had a rank about him, it reminded Tamil of when he was a kid watching the stud horses service mares. A powerful masculine musk, with a heavy dose of sweat and grime that could be smelled quite clearly twenty paces from the beast. Tamil couldn't imagine how thick that rank would be up close, he could taste the orc at this distance.

"An orc warlord from one of the far Northern tribes, they are the bane of the Karit. They raid farms and homesteads, carry away livestock and humans to be their slaves.

"Those lands ours thousand years before puny pink skins," the orc's voice was deep, rich and booming as his spoken words could be clearly heard even at twenty paces. The king had spoken his words quietly and Tamil was amazed the orc could have heard them at such a distance.

The king would not dignify the orc with a response instead he turned to his son saying, "make me proud, do your duty and I will ensure you are rewarded when you return."

With no choices, at least in his opinion no good choices, the prince mounted his horse and led the men out. The orc was chained to the back of two of the horses and he trotted along behind them grunting and sweating as the prince drove the horses at a brisk trot. Yet the orc never slowed or showed any signs of struggling.

Halfway to the gate the sun was dipping low and the Prince gave the order to stop and make camp. The men erected a tent for the prince and brought buckets of water so he could wash the sweat and grime of a half day on the road. They fed him, it was poor fair by his standards and yet good enough that he only complained mildly. The orc was chained to the floor away from the fire about ten meters from the prince's tent.

After such an exhausting and traumatic day the prince fell asleep quickly in his bed of soft furs. Yet it wasn't a peaceful sleep. He awoke to the screams of his men, the brute orc had broken free, he heard his men dying one by one, while he sat in the tent trembling his hands holding his sword.

Then he heard hoof beats as the orc walked, they got nearer and nearer until the door to his tent was wrenched open. A bloodsoaked orc stood there, looking deep into his eyes with a broad grin on his tusked lips. The prince whimpered and pointed his sword at the orc, who snorted in amusement as he bashed the sword out of the princeling's trembling hands and stepped forward. The rank of the beast filled his nose as he felt two callused hands grip his wrists and yank him forward. The green face lowered towards his and then grunted loudly.

Tamil's eyes opened and he sat up, the furs were soaked in sweat as he panted, the dream had been so vivid. Suddenly a deep grunt caught the prince's ear and he stood up, he didn't notice his erection as he pulled a silk robe on. The grunting sounds were coming from outside, fearing that his dream might be coming true Tamil crept to the door flaps of his tent.

Very gently he tugged them open, just an inch or two, the fire had burned low but he could still make out most of his men, sleeping and snoring. He could also see nearby the orc sitting up. His chains were still on his wrists and they were fastened securely to several large rocks. Or course the prince's eyes didn't see any of that.

All he saw was the orc's huge hands moving up and down over his crotch. Letting the tent flaps fall closed the human gasped realising the orc was masturbating, out in the open like some sort of animal. Another loud grunt made him tug the cloth folds again, the beast had moved slightly and was leaning back on one mighty arm, while the other stroked his length. The firelight now highlighted the brute's cock and Tamil gasped in shock, it was easily a foot long and as thick as the prince's wrist. The chains making soft clinking sounds as the orc's attention's got more and more furious.

Tamil found himself leaning forward and squinting trying to get a better look at the impressive rod. He knew he should be disgusted, he should call for the guards to stop the feral beast and yet, his mouth felt too dry, the words wouldn't come to his throat. The prince had never seen such a huge cock and his mind wondered what it looked like up close, the light was so dim he couldn't make out the details. The orc paused his hand and started to rub his glans with his thumb slowly, a loud groan reaching the prince's ears. The sounds the orc made were so primitive and visceral, even his human nose could detect the increased musky scent.

His eyes went wide with shock as he realised he was taking deep breaths drinking in the heady scent of arousal orc. Taking a step closer the human moaned very gently as his hand closed around his own turgid length. It felt harder than it had ever been, throbbing as he started to stroke the length as his eyes watched the orc meat as it waved in the air. He wondered what that green flesh would feel like in his fingers, surely he would need both hands to wrap around such a thick length. As he stroked himself one of his guards coughed loudly in his sleep, breaking the prince out of his trace. Revolted with himself he tore his hand off his cock, he was a prince of the realm he shouldn't be pleasuring himself watching some beast stroking itself off. However, he couldn't bring himself to stop watching the disgusting display.

The orc's huge fingers were stroking faster and faster, the dim light and distance stopped the prince from getting a good look. He heard the brute's grunting get faster and faster as it clearly neared climax, he tore his eye's off the impressive tool and looked at the orc's face. His heart stopped in his chest as he realised the beast was looking right back at him, it's jaw open and tongue lewdly licking over it's lips and tusks. Tamil heard it groan out loudly and heard the sound of droplets hitting the floor as the orc milked his shaft dry.

Tamil's eye's went back to the shaft the hand was moving much slower now and he could see the thick green length shimmering in the firelight. White streams were eruprting from his cocktip spraying over the grass. Tamil's mouth was suddenly filled with saliva. The orc's hand slowed and he could see the fingers glimmering with slickness in the firelight as they were coated in cum. He watched as the orc took his cum covered hand off the drooling cock and then suddenly flicked his wrist in Tamil's direction. Musky droplets landed on the prince and he had to stifle a cry of outrage, he closed the flaps to the tent.

Trembling his nose picked up the scent, drops of cum had landed all down his robe and he could feel a single warm droplet on his cheek. It was slowly running down and he reached a trembling hand up and caught the odorous droplet on his fingers. Staring at his fingers in the near blackness of his tent, the liquid was thick and he could feel it slowly running down to his palm. The scent was amazing, it was intoxicating thick heavy pure musk, it spoke of virility, strength and carnality.

With the scent filling his lungs the human couldn't stop himself breathing it in deeply. Casting an eye around to ensure that the tent door had fully closed, Tamil thrust his fingers into his mouth. Groaning out loud at the taste, the single drop flooded his mouth, all he could taste was orc maleness, masculinity beyond anything he had imagined. The man fell back onto his bed of furs, grabbing his cock from under his robes he began to jerk himself as fast as he could. His wrist brushed a soggy patch on his robe and before he knew what he was doing his fingers were scraping as many droplets as they could find off his robe.

Just a few drops of the viscous liquid were found, the prince thrilled at the sheer hedonistic feelings running through him as he smeared the cum on his own shaft. His cock had never felt so erect, it was throbbing hard as his heart raced forcing more and more blood into the engorged muscle. Closing his eyes he thought of the orc, visions of the huge cock filled his mind as he panted and groaned stroking his throbbing length. He writhed on the furs, pulling off his robes enjoying the caress of the fur on his naked skin. He wounded what it would feel like to be held by that beast of an orc, to have those huge hands exploring him, those thick meaty fingers wrapped around his shaft. That huge calloused thumb running up his shaft, teasing over his frenulum, caressing across his glans and then teasing his coronal ridge, stroking his cocktip again and again.

Crying out into the night the young prince's fit, nubile body convulsed as he came harder than he had ever done before. Fountain's of human spunk shot over his body, as he milked his cock until his balls were dry and he lay there panting heavily, feeling his own seed running down flat toned stomach, pooling in his navel. Sleep crept into his mind and he passed out sleeping peacefully.

He was awoken in the morning by a guard tapping on the tent, he pulled the furs over himself flushed in embarrassment, he felt dirty and disgusting. He shouted to his guards to bring water so he could bath himself once more. His cum had dried on his stomach and his cock still felt sticky. Reaching up to his cheek his skin felt tight and he was able to peel the remains off his cheek.

Dropping it on the floor with a shudder the prince grabbed his robe and as the stink of orc cum hit him he threw it back onto his bed. Nausea gripped his stomach as he though about what he'd watched, smelt, tasted and eventually done the evening before. As the water arrived and he began to scrub his skin, grabbing some scented soaps he scrubbed his body, paying extra attention to his cock. Trying to scrub away the shame of what he'd done.

After he had scrubbed his skin raw he grabbed a perfume bottle and soaked himself in the floral scent, desperately trying to get the stink of orc musk out of his nose. He gargled some water and then ordered some coffee to be brewed. Even the strong black coffee couldn't wash the taste fully from his mouth. However, the prince had no choice the men were ready to go, his tent was packed quickly and the prince nibbled on a few day old pastries. Their staleness did little to help his appetite, and as he ate he found himself being stared at, the brute still sitting in the spot where he had pleasured himself that night. Brown eyes burrowing holes in the prince, each time the prince glanced in his direction a smile spread across the brute's thick dark green lips. The human was sure the brute actually gestured to his crotch and grinned widely. Tamil reassured himself that the orc had been too far away to know what the prince had done in his tent after the lude display. With no light inside the tent the orc probably hadn't even seen him it would have been pitch black to the beast. The flick must just have been an act of defiance aimed at the tent of the commander of the men who held him captive.

The orc was unchained from the rock and chained back to the saddles of two horses. Then the men and prince mounted up and started on their way, it was a full day's ride to reach the gates on the Great Tam Wall. There he would rest in the castle of either his eldest brother Teil or his youngest brother Kar. The orc would be put in the dungeon for the night and the next day he would be handed over to the king of Karit. The beast would be slaughtered and he would wed the king's daughter. That night he would be able to prove to himself that last night was just a meaningless moment in his life.

Each time the prince looked back the orc's eyes were on him, he swore the beast looked hungry as it licked it's lips. Part of him wanted to have the guards stop the brute from looking at him. However, to ask that would make him look weak, a scared little boy not wanting the big bad orc to look at him. A pampered fool he may be, but he certainly didn't want to look weak in front of his men.

They followed the road, the great river Tam running beside them, it flowed from the mountains, down beside Tamri and through the entire valley it passed through the great wall via a huge duct in the wall just to the east of the gate. The water coming out the other side at force and cascading down a short waterfall into Karit.

Eventually the small column approached the great gate, two huge castles with a huge gate, twenty meters high and fifty wide. Entire armies could march through the gate although if they did they faced a long valley of high stone walls with thousands of armed men on the walls to cut them to pieces before hitting a second huge gate. No army had ever managed to even breach the first gate. It was doubtful any could ever break through both. It would take more men than existed to take the only gate in the Great Tam Wall.

As they approached the inner gate a small party rode out to meet them. At the head were two men who bored a striking resemblance to young Tamil, only older and more weathered, with a lot more muscle all over. Their horses covered in battle armour and their bodies wearing the military uniform of a captain of the Tamri army. The young prince spurred his horse to a trot riding out in front of his men to meet his brothers.

Behind him he heard the orc snarl and the heavy rattle of chain, turning in the saddle he saw the beast throwing itself at the floor. A second later several dozen men jumped up from the roadside. Leaves, grass, sticks and earth falling aside as they stood in holes clearly dug sometime the night before. The men were dressed in standard Tamru army mail and each one carried a crossbow.

He didn't see the first shot fired, he just saw Kar falling off his horse as Teil drew his sword and screamed. The crossbow volley took out half of Tamil' guard and most of his brothers' greeting party. Panic gripped the young prince's heart, but he drew his sword anyway, more out of fear and desperation than any sense of bravery. Strung out in the middle the prince was almost ignored as his surviving guards and brother's forces clashed with their attackers. It was a short fight, clearly outnumbered and with no room to charge the prince's guard was slaughtered, Teil the last to fall outnumbered and screaming defiance. Tamil turned his horse looking for a way out, the ambushers seemed to be everywhere closing in on him.

As Tamil picked a direction to charge, determined to die fighting if he could not escape, a mighty roar bellowed out from behind him. A green figure suddenly jumped to his feet, chain's long since gone from his wrists and ankles, just the manacles remained, a Tamru long sword in each beefy hand. The brute leapt with speed surprising for his side and cut down two ambushers with his first swing. The beast cut and slashed roaring in defiance, his hoofed foot smashing into the face of one soldier as he cut the arm from another. Mens screams filled the air as the ambushers will wavered.

Tamil, seeing his chance, spurred his horse galloping for a gap in the crumbling ambush. However, it was not to be the young prince's day as one of the ambusher's had managed to reload his crossbow and as the prince broke through their lines he snapped off a shot missing the prince but catching his horse in the shoulder. The equine screamed and tumbled, the prince being thrown clear. His head cracked off a rock as he landed and the world went black.

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Groaning Tamil came spinning back to consciousness, the pain in his head was the first sensation his noticed, a deep throbbing ache worse than any headache he'd ever had and a mouth so dry his tongue felt like it was lined with gravel. The second thing he noticed was how freezing cold he was, his pants were soaking in freezing water, the silk clinging to his skin. Opening his eyes he could see a cave roof dimly lit by firelight, trying to sit up the human realised for the first time his hand's were bound in front of him. He managed to push himself up using both fists, every muscle in his body ached and as he lay back against the cave wall he found that his chest was bare. His eyes adjusting to the light he noticed his bonds were made up of the shredded remains of his shirt, he brought his fists up to his mouth and started to bite at the knots trying to free himself.

A deep rumbling throaty growl made him stop, turning his head he saw the orc silhouetted against the entrance to the cave. Trembling the young prince let his hands fall down. The clop of his hoof-steps echoed around the cave as the orc strode forward. He had a leather waterbag in his huge hands, the hulking beast knelt down beside him and a huge calloused hand grabbed his chin lifting up his head the prince almost choked as fresh ice cold water was poured into his dry mouth. As the ice water spilled out of his mouth and down his chest the human began to drink gratefully swallowing a few large mouthfuls before the orc pulled the bag clear and let go of his face.

Tamil could still feel the beast's thick claws on his face scratching his skin. The orc put the waterbag to his own thick lips and took a deep draft from the bottle, draining what was left. Then the beast walked over to the fire, throwing a few more logs onto it, building it up before sitting down beside it facing the young prince.

A cold shiver ran down the prince's spine, the ice water may have cured his thirst but it did nothing to stop the chill that was settling in his bones, his muscles trembling with the cold and a good dose of fear. Orcs were well known for talking slaves and for the horrible things they did to prisoners of war. The cold proved greater than his fear, after all if he was going to be a prisoner he could at least be a warm prisoner. There was no reason why the last few hours of his life had to be cold.

Struggling he got to his feet, the orc didn't move remaining sitting with his eyes burrowing holes into the prince's face. For a moment Tamil looked at the cave entrance and then he heard a derisive snort come from the orc, looking back the beast was grinning and the message was clear 'go on try it and see what happens, things can get worse'.

Taking the smart option Tamil stepped forward walking the few paces to the fire feeling the warmth of it radiating through his grateful flesh and bones. He slumped down opposite the orc, not able to hold it's gaze he bowed his head and stared at the fire. As his clothes and skin began to dry the human felt the silent stare boring into him, the beast just sat there safe in the knowledge the human was helpless and at his mercy. The weight of the silence built by the second and after less than half an hour the human cracked, "m... my father will pay for my release."

A deep rumbling laugh echoed around the cave the prince's body began to tremble as the beast laughed off the offer of a bribe. Eventually it stopped laughing slowly and then it leaned forward, the glow off the fire making his tusks and eyes glow red in the dark as he spoke at last, "silly hu'mon, three little princes all taken in one day. Are you not smart to know who was missing from dat ambush?"

Tamil frowned for a moment and then he realised, three brothers out of four, "Kas... he set us up, the first time we had been together, all three of his brothers in the open..."

He stopped as the orc started laughing again as it nodded along, "we of the White Hills tribe, we know of you hu'mons and your line, one father four sons. Three son's dead and a father with no army."

Tamil reeled back in shock, Kas had been just as distant as his other brothers, second in line he had always had a lust for power and command. Teil would have taken the throne within the next five years and he already had two sons in their teenage years. He would have known that the two brother's would ride out to meet him, their father would have sent word to all three of their brother's impending marriage. It was an opportunity, maybe Kas's last one, to grab power.

"Be glad hu'mon, if your kin had not ambushed I would have broken free once we were pass your mighty gates," the orc leaned forward and with an eerie grin whispered something that frozen the blood in Tamil's veins. "I had plans for you."

"Y... you d...d... do?" Stammered the princeling trying to dig his way into the cavewall he leaned against to get away from the beast.

Laughing once more the orc shook his head, "not anymore, plans were for vengeance, retribution on father. My tribe no war with yours, yet you hunt me. Kill my kin and capture me. Offer me to lord of stolen lands as gift. You were a message to father, I skin you, make a necklace with your teeth and leave your toothless head on a spike by gates, he would know price of attacking my people. Dat is future you escape, but now you are worthless to everyone. No prince, no money, wanted dead by his own kin."

"Then why did you save me?" Tamil feared the answer but he couldn't stop himself from asking it, his life was crumbling around him and even if his future was to be short he needed to know.

Shrugging the orc lay back, "three moons have gone since I was stolen. Tarluc wife, slaves and home will belong to other warriors now. Shame of capture, Tarluc take many moons to earn a wife." The prince somehow knew what was coming next, his heart raced in fear and he found himself holding his breath. "Until then Tarluc use you, vengeance and release in one smooth pretty skinned hu'mon."

Shaking his head and whimpering, "you want me to be a slave?"

A loud snort was the reply as the orc pulled his loincloth up, "Tarluc see hu' mon in night, looking at Tarluc, pathetic hu'mon cock in hand. Hu'mon's eyes on Tarluc cock hungry, desperate."

Shaking his head Tamil muttered, "I didn't I just... I wasn't, I don't..."

"Don't lie hu'mon!" The was a deep growl in the orc's voice as he cut in. "Tarluc scent his seed on pinkskin body, on pinkskin breath." Tarluc reached down and took his huge flaccid cock in hand and hefted it up. "Hu'mon want Tarluc, now time for Tarluc release. As thanks for saving worthless life."

Tamil whimpered as the orc stood up, his loincloth falling off as the beast approached him. For the first time he got the close up look at the orc's cock, the look he had hungered for less than twenty four hours earlier. Now he trembled as the brute stood in front of him cock held out towards his face. The shaft so thick and covered in throbbing veins as it began to swell. The veins crisscrossed and danced up the thick length, leading to the cockhead, similar in shape to a human's. A rippled frenulum, a huge extra pronounced coronal ridge, the ridge so light green it was almost cream coloured. The shaft was the dark green of the orc's skin, akin to that of the darkest of limes.

The glans was thick and so dark it was practically black, yet in the firelight the prince could see a drop of pre escape the huge slit of a meatus it huge on the tip of the cock shimmering like a jewel in the firelight. The green meat tree sprung forth from a forest of thick black hair and within that forest Tamil could see two huge hills, the swollen mounds of the orc's orange sized testes.

Tarluc took another step forward, blotting out the light from the fire, Tamil quaked in fear and yet he couldn't take his eyes off the cock in dominated his vision and his mind. "Hu'mon only use for release, be good or Tarluc trade hu'mon to Black Fish tribe they eat hu'mon flesh." As the orc spoke he reached out with one huge hand, his thick clawed fingers scratching lightly on the prince's smooth cheeks the a claw forcing it's way into his mouth.

Choking and gagging on the invading digit, Tamil's mouth flooded with the musky taste of orc flesh, musky leather and sweaty grime. To his own shame the human sucked on the digit softly and the orc churred in pleasure, "good, hu'mon suck Tarluc."

The orc slid his finger in and out Tamil's lips, the prince couldn't stop himself as a powerful thick thumb stroked his cheek he let out a soft moan. Unable to believe the delight he could hear in his own voice the prince told himself this was wrong. He told himself he didn't love the taste in his mouth and he told himself that he wasn't thinking of wrapping his lips around that huge green member that still hovered in his line of sight, dripping pre onto the cave floor.

With a satisfied grunt the orc pulled his clawed finger out of the prince's mouth and the moved his hips. Tamil moaned as a huge cocktip rubbed on his cheek, leaving a warm feeling and a smear of musky pre in it's wake as it moved across to his lips. His nose twitched and he found himself inhaling deeply as the huge green maleness was pressed to his lips. The musky heady scent of orc cock, strong masculine musk, leather and a strange hint of lavender filled his nose. A clawed hand stroked his head, thick fingers sliding through his hair and then gripping so tightly the claws almost broke the skin as they dug into his scalp. Whimpering the human felt the huge cock thrust right against his lips, forcing them apart his mouth was filled with thick pulsing flesh.

Tarluc thrust roughly until he felt resistance and the human started to choke and gag, then he stopped moaning at the warm feeling around his cock. The young prince tried to control the panic inside him, as he struggled to breath around the huge cock in his mouth. The cock tasted sweaty and grimy, and yet he found himself suckling on it, his tongue squirming against it's flesh as he sucked the green shaft. He couldn't imagine what the lords in Tamsu would think if their saw their prince on his knees an orc cock in his mouth. Let alone what they would think of him as they realised his cock was fully erect.

The beast was using him for his release and all his body could do was scream to the world that it loved it. He didn't get to dwell on his disgust in himself as the orc pulled his hips back, the thick cock pulling out of his mouth and then thrusting forward again. The sensation of that thick meat sliding over his tongue and between his lips again and again was amazing, it teased his flesh, his mouth constantly flooded with the taste of orc, he suckled and swallowed eagerly.

Closing his eyes the world melted away from the prince's mind, all he knew was the feeling and taste of orc maleness sliding in and out of his mouth. He moaned and gasped in pleasure as the orc used his mouth, the dribbles of pre becoming rivers as the cock moved faster and faster in his lips. The heat of the member warming his mouth, he could feel the beat of the orc's heart through the throbbing on the huge veins that slid between his lips.

His cock throbbed inside his silken pants as he continued to service the orc, the sensual groans coming from the beast that dominated his body were music to his ears, he drank them all in. The sound of the brute chuckling made him open his eyes, wondering what the orc found so amusing and it wasn't until Tarluc whispered, "hu'mon like orc cock," to him that he realised, he had been bobbing his head Tarluc had stopped thrusting a while ago and he had started milking the dripping phallus with his hungry lips and tongue. Blushes heated his cheeks and yet he couldn't stop himself, the musky taste, the hot feel, the pure thickness of the throbbing length he was addicted to the sensation and nothing could make him stop. His head bobbed faster and faster squeezing the flesh in his mouth with his tongue, lapping over the glans and slurping the pre from the meatus as he pulled back, letting the length slide right up his tongue to the back of his throat.

Part of the prince wanted to take the entire shaft into his mouth, but he knew it would most likely choke him. Instead he bobbed his head faster and faster, hearing Tarluc's lustful grunts and moans filling the cave with the sounds of their lust. Two huge hands grabbed his hair, fingers rough tugging and clawing as they gripped him, the brute's hips thrusting suddenly and rapidly as the orc grunted and moaned. Blinking in surprised the human found the beast taking his mouth like a rutting animal taking a warm hole. The brute thrust fast and hard, choking the prince with each thrust trying to get his cock deeper.

Tamil's eyes watered and he trembled with a mixture of lust and disgust, fortunately his hands were tied so tightly his fingers felt numb or he would have been stroking his own throbbing erect shaft. At least this way the beast didn't know that the human was loving every moment of his domination and degradation. The thrusts got faster and more powerful, Tamil gagged and choked trying to keep breathing and at the same time he pushed hoping to get the thick meat deeper. Until with a roar of triumph the orc managed to force his cocktip into the contracting struggling throat of the human, panic gripped Tamil as he couldn't breath. The cock between his lips throbbed and he felt the first wad of cum as it travelled along the thick length down his throat to spray right down his oesophagus.

With no choice but to stay still the human felt another jet of seed and another choke him, his lungs screaming the human began to struggle. Tarluc relented and pulled his cock back out of the human's clenching throat, coating his tongue with thick, copious orc cum as he pulled his cock out. One huge hand was wrapped around his shaft milking it, encouraging his balls to give his new slave more seed. A pungent blast sprayed across Tamil's face, spraying over his nose, lips and cheeks. The next blast landed over the human's tiny chest, Tamil panted as he felt the warm fluid dripped down his body, running down to his stained silken pants.

Eventually the green meat was spent and hung limp in front of the human as the orc panted softly above him. The hands on his head loosened their grip and Tamil found his face engulfed in two shovel sized hands, thick fingers stroking his cum soaked cheeks and lips. "Hu'mon like orc."

"Tamil," panted the prince, blushed a little as he realised he was nuzzling into those huge calloused green palms. Despite everything; the rough treatment, the cock forced down his throat, his bindings, the coercion and threats, his cock was still erect and throbbing inside his stained silk pants.

"Tamil mean what?" Asked the orc the confusion heavy in his voice.

Smiling for the first time since he spoke to his father the human felt some attachment to the orc. His world had crumbled to dust the only thing he had left was the rock of his captor, escape would most likely mean death at the hands of his brother or some other lord. His face was too well known in Tamri to ever go back. With no weapons, guards or any real survival skills he knew if he struck out for new lands he would die during the journey. Tarluc was all he had and the only option other than death was to be slave to this beast of a male. Things could actually be worse. "Tamil is me," he patted his chest with both hands for emphasis and then touched the orc on the leg, "Tarluc, Tamil."

"Ta'mil, hmmmmp Ta'mil wife!" The orc chuckled as he spoke his huge hands ruffling the human's hair fondly. Then the orc suddenly stepped away and the reached down, picking up a sword he turned on the human.

Jumping and whimpering Tamil put his bound hands up to protect himself as he cowered, "Human like orc, human like orc!!" The price squealed, however the orc just laughed as he advanced, grabbing Tamil's hands and suddenly the prince felt the pressure on his wrists release.

He looked up to see the orc putting his sword down laughing softly and mocking him, "hu'mon like orc, hu'mon like orc. Hu' mon stupid."

Tamil laughed despite himself as he rubbed his wrists feeling the blood returning to his fingers, which brought back a deep painful ache to his hands. As he rubbed his aching hands and wrists a strong hand grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. "Hu'mon there." The orc gestured to a spot by the fire and the prince guessed the meaning walking quickly to where his capture wanted him to be. Sitting down and looking up at the orc he waited for his next instruction. It came in the form of an orc foot, the huge filthy hoof pressed onto his chest and he found himself pushed down to the ground. Tarluc stood over him for a moment, looking up the human could see the orc towering above him. Part of him looked up with lust and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he saw the huge cocktip waving above him. The brute looked down at him with a wide grin on his tusky mouth.

Then the pressure was released as the orc lifted his foot off him, leaving a dirty hoof-print on the human's smooth chest. The orc slipped down to his knees and then lay down behind Tamil, a huge beef arm slipping over his chest and a huge hand stroked his chest. At the same time he felt a warm wall of solid muscle sliding up behind him, the coarse chest and stomach hair of the orc scratching his back a little. Hot breath flowed around his neck as the orc pressed his nose against the back of his neck.

The orc's huge hand began to wander, stroking up and down the prince's smooth body. Tamil had never developed much in the way of body hair, a fact he'd always thought gave him a cultured look. As the huge green fingers stroked over his body he found himself shivering against them. The thick fingers scratched and tickled delightfully, he moaned softly at the feeling. What surprised him most was how he actually found himself pushing against the hand, his entire body tingled at the feeling of the rough caressing.

He felt thick lips and tusks pressing to his shoulders and the orc kissed across his smooth skin. Moaning softly Tamil knew there was nothing he could do, no way to escape and yet even if someone was to offer him a way right then back to his old life he would not have taken it. Closing his eyes he had never felt quite so safe, with the strong wall of muscle behind him, the powerful arms and hands over him and the soft kisses of his lover on his neck.

Then the orc's hand slipped down lower grabbing the silken pants he yanked them down a few inches, just far enough to expose his crotch. He felt a calloused powerful hand grasp around his cock, only needing two of the orc's thick fingers to cover his unimpressive six inches. Tamil cried out as for this first time in his life another male touched his erect cock. A second later the orc began to stroke his cock jerking it slowly, as Tarluc licked slowly up his neck to his ear, nibbling on the fleshy appendage gently.

Tamil was lost in a world of pleasure he never knew existed, his nose was still drowning in the masculine musk of the brute behind him. His cock was alive and throbbing as waves of pleasure were driven into it by the slowly stroking hand. He cried out as a thick thumb ran over his glans, teasing his corona and pressing on his slit as a single bead of pre emerged from his tip.

Then he felt something warm and hard pressing against his thigh and he felt panic rising inside him. He was the 'wife' and he knew what that would mean, the orc gave a soft playful growl and then pushed his shoulder. The human trembled a little but Tarluc was insistent, eventually forcing Tamil to lay face down on the cave floor. Closing his eyes and bracing himself for the worst the prince's heart raced, adrenalin pumping through his system.

Biting his lip he waited for the savage rutting by that huge orc length, praying to the gods he would survive. As he trembled he felt two powerful hands grab his buttocks, pulling them, getting him to lift his rear. Hoping that compliance would get him a gentler ride the human lifted his rear. He felt the rough hands pull and he could feel a cool draught against his sensitive doughnut.

Then the unexpected happened he felt warm breath flowing down his crack and then a thick warm slippery tongue pressed to his pucker making the prince cry out in pleasure and surprise. Tarluc licked slowly and langidly, swirling his thick tongue around the sensitive doughnut before pressing on it with the tip. Tamil whimpered happily as he felt his ring open around the tongue, he had never thought he would feel anything like it. The warm muscle squirmed it's way deeper opening him up more and swirling in his hidden depths. As Tarluc pressed his thick lips to his ass and started to thrust his tongue in and out of the human's ass, his huge hand slipped between the human's legs and grabbed his rapidly hardening shaft.

Crying out the human was caught between two dirty pleasures, both of which he had never thought he would ever feel. His cock was fully engorged within seconds as the orc grunted softly thrusting his tongue deeper and harder feasting on the nubile young male's ass, his tongue lively and eager, seeking out the secret spots inside the human. Smiling as he heard the human whimpering in pleasure, sensing the metallic taste of the human's prostate the orc assaulted the gland as his hand jerked the human's cock faster and faster.

Tamil couldn't believe the sensations that were running through him, as the orc grunted, hot breath flowing over his ass, he could feel the slippery muscle lapping deeper and deeper, there seemed no end to the brute's energy or appetite. His mind was awash with the pure pleasure that flooded his body, with each jerk of the orc's hand or wriggle of his tongue a new wave of bliss passed through his body. Tarluc's hand and tongue worked in concert, playing the young inexperienced human's body like a fine instrument, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm.

The human was helpless to do anything but whimper and squirm as pure pleasure flooded his brain. He cried out, his cock throbbing as the orc milked it, holding one hand under it, catching each jet of cum as it sprayed out of the human. As his orgasmic bliss started to fade the prince slumped down, Tarluc pulled his hand out from under the human, a reasonable pool of human juices sitting in his palm. The orc moved his hand and poured the cum over his own throbbing cock, stroking his member with the warm slick fluids.

Panting softly Tamil tried to pull his mind back together, he had never cum so hard, even when he had lain with several of the house maids none of them had brought him sensations like the huge beast of a male had. He felt the orc's hand on his ass but didn't react to it, until he felt a claw teasing his pucker. With a quick thrust the slick digit was pushed halfway in, the extra width stinging slightly and making the human cry out in shock.

Tarluc didn't care about the human's discomfort he thrust his finger again pushing in to the knuckle. The human cried out and squirmed making him grab and hold the ass in place as he thrust his finger in and out slowly at first and then faster and faster, as it got smoother. Then he pushed a second huge digit into the tight ring, stretching it further, wriggling both fingers in opposite directions and then moving his fingers in circles widening out the warm hole.

He'd fucked many males and females in his time, he knew that he needed to prepare the fuck hole properly to avoid hurting his slave. Of course he knew it was going to hurt the human, but pain was one thing injury was something else. If you wanted a sex slave to last you needed to at least prepare him properly, and it would be a long time before his tribe gave him a mate or allowed him to take a slave he didn't capture himself. This human may have to last the orc several years, as the human stopped squirming and squealing like a little baby pig, he knew it was time. He pushed the human's ass down and then reached down to grab his dripping cock again.

Tamil whimpered as he knew what was coming as he felt those thick digits pulling out of his ass. He clenching his jaw again as he tried to prepare for the pain of the intrusion. The orc's hot sweaty body slid over him, he could feel the hot breath on his back, one powerful hand placed on his shoulder pinning him to the floor. The raw male brutality of the male above him was something he knew he would never be able to stand up to.

The thick green member pressed between his buttocks and stroked around searching for the warm prepared hole. Grunting with pleasure as he felt his glans actually press to the warm pucker. His other hand grabbed the smooth pink skin's hips holding him in place, then with a deep grunt he forced himself into the human. Tamil cried out as he was suddenly spread far wider than he'd ever been before, the orc not being slow or gentle, it just forced the thick green fuck pole right in until he felt two powerful hairy thighs and crotch press to his asscheeks.

Tarluc stopped as he felt himself hilt deep inside his new bitch, he leaned down to lick his back, tasting the young human's sweat, his fear and arousal mixing in his scent and flavour. Growling softly he leaned down to grunt in Tamil's ear, "hu'mon like orc," As he spoke he pulled his cock back just and inch then thrust forward hard. Tamil cried out again, the pain intense and yet behind it there was something, a hint of pleasure, he submitted to the large powerful male and part of him was loving being under him, being used.

The orc pulled out just an inch and thrust forward again, moaning with pleasure, this time he didn't stop. He began to breed the young prince's ass, using just an inch of his thick maleness, rutting faster and faster. The human's squirmed and fought under him, which did nothing but amuse the orc, the weak male was so feeble and yet so smooth and sexy, like an orc female. He would enjoy this conquest for a long time, his thrusting using more and more of his orchood. He reamed the human with almost half his length, his huge nuts smacking off the human's sweaty taint.

With a deep moan Tamil began to thrust back into the huge cock, the pain fading so much that the pleasure was beginning to dominate. What would the lords and ladies of the court have said if they saw, the fourth son of the king thrusting his naked ass back onto a foot long orc cock, crying out in pleasure. Tamil could guess, but he didn't give a shit anymore, nothing matter to him but the feeling of the orc shaft reaming his tight depths, so thick and long it smashed his prostate with every skilful thrust.

Tarluc grunted and moaned, his hot body grinding against the slender human form, he could feel the human pushing back and hear his pleasure moans. The orc knew that meant he could go faster and harder and with a deep satisfying grunt that is what he did, rutting into the human with bestial lusts. His green body ramming hard into the human's ass, the human's entire body shuddering under him with the power of each thrust.

As he felt his balls begin to tingle with the need to cum the orc groaned and then pulled his cock right out of the human. Smiling as the human cried out in disappointment and turned to look up at the Tarluc with questioning eyes. Not that it mattered, the orc grabbed his shoulder and side and pushed, rolling the human onto his back. Ripping the remains of the silk pants off the prince the orc grabbed his ankles and forced the human's knees into his chest, bending the young male in half, noting as he did so the human's cock was fully erect and drooling again.

"Hu'mon like orc," Tarluc grunted as he leaned over Tamil his brown eyes staring down into the blonde man's blue eyes.

"Human like orc very much," Tamil blushed as he said those words, yet his body was screaming at him to bring back the feelings a rough rutting had brought him. He had submitted everything to this orc, and he didn't care he wanted it, he knew now he was Tarluc's slave, his fuck toy. Whatever the orc wanted him to do he'd do it and he'd love it.

The prince cried out in pleasure as he felt the orc's thick cock pressing to his stretched hole. Tarluc thrust forward hard, the new position allowing him to penetrate as deep as possible into the human. There was no slow build up this time, he just started to rut into the human taking him and breeding him like the sex slave he was. Hearing the young male's squeals and cries of pleasure, loving the feel as the human wriggled under him, trying to push back. Chuckling with the thought that this smooth pinkskin was what passed for a ruling class. In orc culture he would have been the consort to a chief, a fuck toy to be taken, used and abused.

As he thrust his cock into the tight fuckhole, he moaned and grunted with pleasure, the human's ass seemed to clench down around his maleness with each thrust, his ass practically sucked him deeper inside. Then the human moaned and gasped in pleasure pushing back for more, licking his lips Tarluc promised that he would take this ass every day. Tamil was his bitch and he would breed him like one, rutting him whenever he felt the need, taking his mouth and ass. Many orcs held grudges against human's and a former noble would be a popular toy, Tarluc would barter the human's tight ass for favours and promotion.

Of course all of that slipped from his mind as he felt himself nearing his orgasm, he fucked faster and harder, finding reserves of strength and energy he didn't know he had. The human's ass driving him to mate faster and harder, no orc female or male had ever felt as good as this smooth human. Then he felt the human suddenly clench down tightly around his cock as he felt warm droplets of seed spraying over his ample stomach.

Tamil screamed out as the orc's constant assault on his prostate finally forced him to his first hands free orgasm. His entire body convulsed as he rocked and squirmed under the orc, as the brute continued to ream his ass like he could continue forever. Tarluc tilted his head back and gave a powerful dominant roar, as his thick cock throbbed inside the human's tight spasming ass. He rutted with wild abandon, fucked his seed as deep into his new human cum dump as possible.

The orc's thrusting slowed as he finished breeding his new bitch, his empty balls coming to a rest on the human's taint as orc cum oozed out of the human. His hands let go of the human's ankles letting his feet slip down. His cock was lost in heaven and he had no intention of putting it out. The human was the perfect warm mattress for the orc.

Tamil lay panting as Tarluc lay down on him, the weight of the orc almost crushing him to the hard rock floor. With a moan he found the orc's thick lips pressing to his, the orc's beard hair scratching his cheeks and the tusks pressing into his face. He returned the kiss happily, moaning softly as the orc's tongue pressed into his mouth and suckling on the slick muscle, letting it do whatever it wanted in his mouth. Tamil knew he belonged to the orc and he couldn't be happier about it. He wondered what the next few days would be like as the two slowly drifted off to sleep.