A Soldier's Morale
#2 of Short One-Offs
What originally started off as a prompt became something slightly more. And, honestly, a personal interest of mine. No real characters in this one, just one-offs for some smut.
We'd been marching for a full month - through storms, fog, mud, and terrain that broke more wagon wheels than any enemy action. My armor hung heavy on me as the sun began to set, the column slowing to a stop in the shade of the pines along the route. A hundred orcs, all equipped and ready for war against the elves. An ancient hatred that none of us understood but all of us felt. But that was hardly on anyone's mind at that moment - the only thing on most of my squad's mind was the long stretch between towns. And with the towns, the brothels.
"Fucking hell, I'd fuck anything with two legs right now." One of my squadmates, a brutish-looking orc with a broken tusk and a scar running down his left cheek, said as he dropped his pack near where the captain was assembling the fire pit.
"I'd fuck anything that moved." The captain grumbled, kicking another stone into position. He wore the most armor and carried the most weight in the squad, having survived many battles and slain many foes. He glanced over at me, a predatory glimmer in his eye. His attention was soon diverted, however, as the column-runner approached with the orders for the next day.
I was one of the archers in the group, recruited from a village that the column passed as they made their way through the Orclands. They did that with every village, recruiting or sometimes seizing able bodies depending on their quota. I'd been ready to leave, however, tiring of the incessant boredom of my village. What I didn't expect was the amount of eyes I'd catch - I had inherited wide hips from my mother and smooth skin from the same, small tusks and long hair included. A passing substitute for a female in times of drought.
"Oi, Tazdel! Yer on tent duty, runt!" Shouted the captain, gesturing from the other side of the road. I sighed and saluted, turning to fetch the canvas from the supply cart. As I approached, two of the soldiers turned to look at me - the broken-tusked one and his crony, a muscular orc with a scar down his right arm and one blind eye.
"Tent duty, eh?" The blind-eyed one said, smirking. "I'll let you pitch my tent, if you know what I mean."
"Let me get the tent, Kranu."
"Oh, someone's in a piss-poor mood, huh?" The single-tusked orc slammed his hand down over the canvas as I tried to simply grab it, a hungry look in his eye. "Get him. I'm horny as fuck and the captain won't care if the tents are five minutes late." Strong arms held me against the wagon, the single-tusked orc working the fastenings on my armor. It fell away easily, and even as I struggled he worked at ripping down my breeches, the chill wind passing along my bare skin. A hot flush ran across my face as my cock twitched - I was thankful they didn't see me from the front. Rough hands spread my ass, claw-like nails digging into my smooth skin. Under their fervent desire I felt myself rising to full mast, shuddering under their barbaric touch even as I heard the clanging of armor falling away.
They spread me again, and a fierce pain shot through me. I cursed under my breath, trying to sound like I wasn't liking this. "Haven't had a dick, asshole." A hooting laugh from the blind-eyed one.
"A fuckin' virgin!" Yeah, rub it in. Asshole. I tried to look behind me but blind-eye pressed my face against the rough wood of the wagon. I felt one tusk bury itself in my ass, a fearsome bite preempting a rough lick against my hole, warming me up for a single finger in me. I shuddered and moaned under my breath, feeling a single drip of hot pre drip from my cock. 'Please don't notice,' I thought. They'd never let me hear the end of it. Or have the end of it. His licking continued, each one making my dick twitch until he pulled away, pressing his huge member against me.
It went on for what felt like hours before he finally slipped in with a flare of pain, my growl being drowned out by his animalistic grunt. He wasted no time in setting to rhythm, his flesh slapping against mine and rough pubic hair tickling me as he thrust. Blind-eye jacked himself off with one hand as he held me, hand stroking his throbbing dick in time with his friend. After too short a time he shoved his cock in balls-deep, emptying himself inside as he grunted his pleasure, thick ropes of cum pent up too long filling my insides.
He pulled out with a wet sound, slapping his cock against my ass before blind-eye took over. They didn't have to hold me now, my heart beating in hormonal fury as I pressed against each thrust. Blind-eye was bigger than one-tusk, especially at the base, where his stretching me was faintly painful but far overcome by the sheer pleasure of it. His balls slapped my thighs as he went, one-tusk jacking his semi-hard member as he watched. But then, he noticed.
"Look at the girly slut!" He guffawed, taking my cock in one rough hand. "Hard as a fuckin' diamond from your dick. You like this,taksho?" I hardly cared about the term, gently thrusting into his hand. One thumb went over my head, a claw teasing surprisingly gently at my foreskin. I couldn't take it - my body tensed as blind-eye shoved in again, trembling as my own pent-up seed spilled against the wagon wall, followed by another flood of hot cum inside me. As he pulled out my body gave way, sending me to my bare knees in the mud below him. My chest heaved as I became faintly aware of the surrounding orcs, some masturbating, some simply watching in bemused enjoyment. Through them shoved the captain, likely drawn by the throng of orcs that usually signals some sort of brawl.
"For fuck's sake...all of you, back to your duties! Every one of you! Go!" He gestured widely, banging his fist on the iron of his cuirass. He extended a hand to me and I weakly took it, standing. "And you, Tazdel. Best not make a name for yourself like that."
Far too late. I had it, and I loved it.