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The War path had been long, but rewarding. Rylith had upheld his end of the bargain to Warchief Tyrgog, and chose to hang around the tribe out of pure convenience. He’d even made a few friends here. No need to worry about Elven Rangers on his tail or wondering where his next meal would be from. Life was actually quite good.
At night Rylith had chosen to sleep in the trees, It felt more like home to him. The breeze blowing through the hair on his ears, his back cradles between branches, and no need to worry about a drunkard throwing up on his coat. He enjoyed his view of the stars as well, and falling asleep to the distant music the orcs played as they celebrated the day’s victories and tomorrow's opportunities.
However, lately, a certain Warchief had offered him a bed. His bed. Tyrgog had approached him earlier that night. His face was dark with blush from too much drink and sun. “Elves… Always distant.. Why don’t you come sleep with us? In a warm bed! And warmer skin..” It’d caught Ry by surprise. Not many would bother themselves to come chat. Let alone offer to fill their bed. The trees rustled and filled the small silence between them.
“Not sure about that, Chief. I think your bed may be too hot for a snow elf.” Ry said, pretending he wasn’t at all taken aback. “Besides, I like my view of the stars from here. I can see the Peaks, and feel the wind.” Tyr staggered over and put his arm around the elf. He leaned down and whispered. “Aren’t you Tired, elf?” His voice was abnormally soft. The gravel in his throat smoothed by the hard mead on his breath. “I’ll hold you..” He slid his hand down the curves of Rylith’s waist and pulled him closer. “I’ll cover you, make you feel special.. You’ll want for nothing ever again.. Rylith...” The sound of his name rolled off of the orc’s tongue and sent a shiver down his spine. He shoved him away. “With you? Please.” he laughed nervously. “Your bed would stink me up so bad I’d need Clarg to bless some soap.” Rylith was grateful for the darkness covering up his reddened face. But he could still see Tyr’s warm smile. “Well, I thought your sensitive nose would’ve gotten used to us by now. He walked back up to Rylith and leaned in. “You know, My tent is always open to you… just in case. Even if the guards tell you otherwise, I’m sure you’ll find a way.” With that he turned and walked away back to the jubilant feast.
And now Rylith awoke from a dream. A dream where strong arms held him close and tusks pressed against his cheek. Where fingers ran through thick black hair and the scent of sweat and wine filled the autumn air.
“Curse that oversized goblin…” He muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was breathing heavily as he tried to clear his head of the smug look on that stupid warchiefs face. He couldn’t believe himself. Falling for how sweetly the chieftain said his name, how he breathed into his neck… “Stinky Stupid Ogre man..” he muttered. He jumped down from his tree and quietly snuck through to Tyrgog’s tent. Was he even up? Was this worth it? He’d probably grabbed a different concubine already anyway. Tyrgog could have anyone he wanted… So why come to him?
He huffed and slipped through the flaps of the tent, the guards seemed to know what was happening already. Of course. Smug bastard. The tent was still dimly lit, a single candle by the bed where the chieftain lay snoring. Rylith had half a mind to throw him out of the bed. He stared at Tyrgog and he weighed the pros and cons of having sex with this stupidly handsome man with his fat tits and massive.. Oh whatever.
Rylith brushed a hair out of the orc's face, and covered his mouth as he started awake. “Shut up. Don’t make it a big deal, oi?” Tyr smiled, he grabbed Ry’s hand and kissed it. “I was waiting for you you know. I haven’t been sleeping long.”
“Aye I bet you haven’t ya stupid goblin.”
“I mean it.” He said, pulling rylith into bed. “This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve dreamed of this. I think I’ve fallen in love with that crass little mouth of yours, Rylith” There it was again. Rylith had come accustomed to being called “Elf.” and “Spork Ears” It sounded so strange coming out of the Chieftain’s mouth. Tyrgog kissed up Ry’s arm and up to his face. He was oddly tender. His hard and broken tusks contrasting with soft wet kisses. “Please, Tell me I’m not still dreaming.” he mumbled as he pulled Rylith closer. He ran his hand up Rylith’s thigh, and couldn't help but lean into a kiss. He combed his nails through Tyrgog’s chest hair and wrapped a leg around his. He felt Tyrgog’s warm hand slide up his back and grabbed his hair as he held him closer for a lingering kiss. His tongue was warm and thick, it explored the back of Rylith’s throat and grazed his teeth. He bit his lip as he pulled away. Tyr’s hand slid down ryliths back and into his trousers, grabbing his ass tightly. Rylith let out a pittifull moan. Tyrgog couldn't help but laugh.
“Sh-Shut it. I- Wait.” Rylith sputtered and stopped Tyr's hand. “I.. uh..” He couldn’t find the words suddenly. How could he forget to tell him? Tyrgog sat up, shifting rylith on top of him, his face glistening in the candle light. “Don’t tell me, all that talk and it’s your first time?” He smiled warmly and rubbed Rylith’s shoulder. “Shut up. It’s not.. I Just. I forgot. I mean..” Rylith was truly nervous now. And filled with regret. Tyrgog simply waited. Absently rubbing the seam on Rylith’s pants. Finally Rylith found the words. “In your dreams.. Did you care what was down there?”
Tyr smiled warmly. And pulled rylith in for a kiss. “Just as long as it’s not venomous.” Rylith snickered and laughed for the first time since he’d entered the tent. His thoughts were finally settled. “Alright, love. Go for it then” He said as he fell backwards, waiting for Tyr to take control. Tyr happily obliged and undid his belt and hastily pulled down Ry’s Trousers. The hair that grew in tufts on Ry’s chest and stomach were also present and just as thick on his crotch. He felt embarrassed with how wet he’d become. His skin glistened in the candlelight as Tyrgog parted his pubic hair revealing a large clit. His labia were swollen with want. Rylith bit his lip becoming impatient with being judged. Tyr must have been done admiring the view, because he started ravenously eating him out.
Rylith moaned and squirmed and humped against his head. His strong hands groping his ass and scratching his back. His tongue parting his lips and getting much deeper than Rylith had anticipated. Tyrgog’s tongue was probably bigger than some elves’ cocks. His tusks rubbed against his folds in pleasurable ways. And he sucked Rylith’s clit with no remorse, He wanted Rylilth to scream.
Rylith covered his mouth and shoved Tyr away “N- Not yet. “ He stammered. He didn’t want to be done yet. There was still so much of this man to explore. Tyrgog crawled over Rylith and kissed him, Gods he was salty. “What do you need, my love?” Rylith breathed heavily and let his eyes wander down to Tyrgog’s member.
“Oh shit.” he said out loud. Tyr laid back and let his fully hard manhood take the spotlight. It was as thick as a wine bottle and just as long. “They don’t grow 'em like this in Elrond, do they?” They certainly did not. Rylith couldn’t hide how intimidated he was by it. And yet.. “I can take it.” he said matter of factly. Tyrgog pulled Rylith by the hips right on top of him. The way the Tyrgog jerked and threw him around made the man’s strength and stature that much more apparent. It also made Rylith that much more eager.
Tyrgog took his time. He admired Ry’s body as he lubed up. His upper body was carefully chiseled from years of training with the bow, His stomach was softer than before, and his lower body was toned from years of running and climbing. His muscles were nothing compared to the barbarian’s, but were nice to look at all the same as he rubbed his cock against Rylith’s clit, letting the natural wetness cover him completely. It was driving Rylith wild. He covered his face with his hands and whimpered. “Oh? What's wrong?” Said Tyr playfully. “Wanna stop?”
“You’re a bastard.”
“Tell me then”
“Fuck off.”
“Alright.”
Tyr pulled away and started to retrieve Ry’s pants. “WAIT no come back” he said sitting up and reaching for his partner. “P-Please.. Just fuck me already.” Rylith said shamefully. A smug smile creased Tyrgog’s face. “That's what I thought, C’mere.” He said pulling rylith towards the edge of the bed, his holes put on display. It was Tyr who was desperate now.
“S-Slowly.. Please.” Rylith begged. And Tyr did what he was asked. He was throbbing as he poked his head into Ry’s cunt. Slowly his lips parted and stretched as Tyr sank his member deeper. It was only halfway in and Ry already felt so full. Tyr resisted the urge to slam his cock in and pulled back out, spreading more lube for a smoother ride. Again he eased in, this time all the way, Ry letting out a moan as a small bulge showed through his stomach Tyr squeezed his legs.
“Are you ready?” he asked breathily, ready to ram this man through the mattress. “Yeah.. Yeah..” Rylith replied, and Tyr went faster, every thrust stretching Ry’s insides and re-arranging his guts, Tyr grabbing the elf’s shoulders to ram himself deeper into Ry’s tiny cunt. His balls were already so swollen after just a few minutes Rylith felt them slapping against his ass and thought he was sure to blow. Rylith squeezed the pillows as ecstasy hit, warmth washing over him in waves like never before, He was shaking violently and his chest was emptied in a long whimper.
Tyr was close to done too, noticing his lover's legs clamping around him. He realized that Ry’d had too much and pulled out. Furiously he jerked over his lover’s stomach, until he’d completely covered the elf’s face and torso. Tyr collapsed onto the bed beside Rylith. They both breathed heavily and held each other close. Warm and wet and absolutely ravaged. They fell asleep in eachother, not even bothering to clean up with how tired they were.
Tyr was wrong in assuming Rylith would want nothing more. Because now he wanted Tyrgog. Every second of every day after.