Mar’gur reconnects with an old lay in an unexpected way.
Commissioned by: Pride
Mar’gur grunted approvingly as she rolled off of Iselda and onto her back beside her. A long strand of seed dangled from the tip of her green cock, not quite heavy enough to snap and fall to the floor but sticky enough to remain where it was. Yet that was nothing compared to the several loads of Orc seed that Iselda carried inside her already. Mar’gur gave an admiring smack to Iselda’s reddened cheeks as she eyed the handiwork that leaked from both holes.
“Come now, you truly having nothing more to offer me? You don’t seem serious about rescuing your so called prisoners from me or preventing further raids on Stormsong Valley.” Mar’gur nodded, grinning at the exhausted and well used mage.
Iselda was indeed finding it hard to keep up with the lusty Orc. She had anticipated negotiations with the Poundflesh Clan would be difficult but certainly not so vigorous. “You truly expect me to return to the Admiralty and let her know that you’ll release all your captives and leave this island if she offers herself to your clan for a week of breeding?” The negotiator sounded less than impressed, even reciting it back to her.
“I’m quite confident she’ll agree.” Mar’gur said, certainly sounding as confident as she claimed to be. She tugged the Human atop her with ease, their bodies pressed together face to face as Mar’gur continued. “Ya’ see, just like her little student spellchucker-slash-negotiator, it’s well known that ol’ Proudmoore has jungle fever for us Orcs.” The Warlord nodded firmly, her hands coming up to slap and grab at both of the human’s ass cheeks to punctuate her remark.
“If that’s truly your sticking point, I guess we have nothing more to discuss and I can return to her with your terms to listen as she totally rejects them.” Iselda said in a huff, climbing off the Orc and standing up to begin putting her robes back on – quite angrily so at the Orc’s adamant terms.
”We’re not done negotiating yet, human.” Mar’gur said firmly, eyeing Iselda with a mischievous gaze in her one good eye. “We’ve yet to negotiate your release.” She said with an unsettling smirk.
Iselda peered at her in confusion. “I’m not a prisoner here, I’m a negotiator!” She exclaimed, half dressed and eyeing the smug looking Orc who lay shamelessly nude before her.
“You’re a piece of meat for me to fuck, until I say otherwise. So you can take your clothes off and hop on my cock again.” Mar’gur threatened casually, continuing. “Or you can spend the remainder of your stay here getting passed around by my warriors in the barracks like a Pilgrim’s Bounty ham. Your choice, sweet cheeks.” She continued, ending her threat with a little twitch of her engorged emerald cock.
The young mage looked to the exit and then back to Mar’gur. It wasn’t much of a choice in the end, she may not be entirely adverse to the sexual company of an Orc but she knew as well as the warlord did that several unsupervised well-hung Orc warrior women would have ruined her without remorse. Strangely Mar’gur was the lesser of the two evils, but they were both evils all the samee.
Issy pushed the robes from her half dressed form and sighed a little, heading towards the eager waiting warlord. She clambered up onto the large muscular woman and lay atop her again. She let a little yelp pass her lips as the Orc’s firm hand came up to smack n’ grab her peachy round rear. Her whimpers muffled by the large palm of the Orc pressing on the back of her blonde hair, pulling the human’s lips down to kiss the Orc’s own, with no small amount of invasive tongue on Mar’gur’s part.
“Now then, I think I’ll have your ass again, negotiator.” The warlord commanded, oggling her prize as she poked the crown of her cock against Issy’s backdoor with mischievous intent.
It was going to be a long and exhausting few days for the little mage!