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Clyde gasped as Phee presented the braided leather harness to him.
“What’s this?” he asked, taking it in his thick hand. It smelled of the treated hide and her sweat, proof she’d made it herself. No doubt on the long arduous journey that he'd dragged her on.
“It’s a harness, the buckles make it adjustable.”
“But you have a harness for when we travel,” he said, gesturing towards the bundle of leather that was more of a backpack than a saddle, something for her to sit in snug and secure as they traveled through rough terrain of swamps and jungles. Unlike the stories people liked to tell about his kind, he was incredibly protective of his human mate.
She smiled up at him with that mischievous little glint, the one that made his balls ache and cock twitch beneath his loin cloth.
“Yes, but it gets very lonely on our long journey,” she explained, her mouth turning down in a pout. He really wanted to bite it but quelled the urge.
“Lonely?” He grunted, his lips twitching against the tusks that protruded from them. He could still smell the tang of her arousal and the musk of his that still coated her inner thighs.
“Hmm. This way you can strap me in front of you and I can help keep you company,” she said with a lick of her lips, her finger tracing the waistband of the leather that barely covered his thickening cock.
“Oh,” he groaned, feeling a little light headed as his blood rushed south.
“Oh,” she chirped up at him, clearly amused.
He swallowed thickly and nodded as he allowed her to attach the leather straps. The one surprising thing he’d found about the girl he’d stolen from some snotty little prince, is how easily aroused she was. If she wasn't so small he might think she was part orc herself, always wet and eager, happy to take his cock with the right amount of preparation. Clyde was happy to give it to her, but their travels had put constraints on his ability to fuck her regularly.
“I should prepare you,” he growled, always eager to bury his face in her dripping cunt.
“No need,” she said, crooking her finger so he could squat down. She used his thigh as a means to step up into the harness, Clyde’s hand securing around her hip so she didn’t fall. He watched as her breasts swayed with her movements, barely contained behind the little flap of leather.
She settled herself in, making a few more adjustments, her legs spread, her feet resting in stirrups to ease the wide angle. It was truly a brilliant design. She gripped his thick cock, already hard and dripping for her tight heat, lining it up with her entrance before shifting her hips, her greedy cunt swallowing it whole. He shivered as a low rumble tore from his throat, uncertain if he’d ever get used to her eagerness.
He stood, his cock shifting inside of her, her body jostling and walls clenching.
“Comfortable?” he asked, wondering how he’d be able to get them through the woods without fucking her roughly against every tree they came across.
The woman practically purred, resting her head on the slight curve of his belly as she nodded. “Perfect,” she sighed, her walls fluttered as she adjusted into her position.
He looked up at the sky, hoping he had the self control to make it more than a few yards before picking up his machete. He immediately began hacking his way through the dense brush, his partial arm holding Phee to him to keep her from being scratched by any branches or shrubs that weren’t properly cleared.
“So protective she sighed,” rolling her hips.
He growled, losing his focus for a moment before continuing onward. “I carried you on my back for a reason, Little One.”
She clenched around him at the moniker, one he found she rather enjoyed, stealing his breath away. He cursed, hacking away at the green foliage a little more viciously. Phee jostled against him, his muscles rippling from the effort, sweat beading on his green skin, slicking where their bodies touched.
The violence his body raught only seemed to serve to arouse Phee further, her hips humping against him, cunt grinding on the little ridge of bone on his pubis.
“Little One, you’re going to make me stop,” he growled, irritation rising. “Your Prince’s friends are going to find us, won’t be able to fuck you properly if I’m dead,” he warned.
“You’re my big strong orc,” she panted, continuing to fuck herself on his cock. “They’re more afraid of you than you are of them.”
He grunted, tossing down the machete to grab her hip. “DId you like what I did to your little prince?” he asked darkly, lifting her easily up and down his cock.
She shivered, her cunt trembling around his shaft, her slick dripping down his balls and onto the forest floor.
“Just a little slut for me? For the violence I bring?”
She nodded, her mouth agape, her breath hot where it brushed against his skin.
He groaned, fucking her faster, lifting her until her pussy lips were nearly stretching around his bulbous tip before dropping her back down.
She cried out, her fingers curling into fists as she bit her lip.
“I’m going to take you back to my village, and I’m going to bite a little mark into your ass and make you all mine. Sink my little tusks into you so everyone knows,” he rasped, continuing to bounce her up and down until she was squeezing around him with a soundless shout.
“That’s it, come on my cock like a good little pet,” he grunted, her walls continuing to ripple around him. Pleasure spread from the base of his spine, his balls pulling tight in that brief moment before white hot light filled his vision.
He grunted, continuing to fuck her as his thick seed filled her, dripping in heavy globs on the forest floor. “Now be good, Little One, we’re almost home.”
Feeling sated he continued through the forest, swinging and grunting. His cock stayed hard, nestled as it was in her hot sleeve, Phee sleeping soundly despite his jostling. When it was finally time for him to rest, he undid the harness, laying her gently on a patch of soft moss. She smacked her lips and gave a sleepy little grunt, not even opening her eyes.
He was hard and aching, desperate to come again as he reared back on his haunches. He groaned, as he pressed her knees to her chest and rolled his hips, the outline of his cock clear on her belly. She was so small he wondered how he even fit, although the way the lips of her cunt stretched around his girth should have been a satisfactory answer. Barely.
He rolled his hips again, gritting his teeth as he slowly worked up a rhythm, her tits bounced enticingly and he pushed the little flap of leather up so he could roll one pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He imagined them full to bursting with milk, salivating at the idea of drinking from her leaking tits. His cock throbbed, his blood hot as it raced through his veins. He snorted and snarled, fucking her harder, Phee’s mouth opening, her brow scrunching as she was roused from sleep. Her hand reached between them, he was eager to give her another release but he batted it away, gathering them and pinning them easily above her head as ground that little protrusion against her cunt.
She cried out, writhing beneath him.
“Love being filled with my cock, my cunt? You’re all mine now you know? Nobody’s going to touch you again, no more pretty princes.” he growled, slowing down his movements to stave off his own pleasure. He liked watching her squirm and more than that he knew that she liked it too. Liked being debased as she raced towards her peak.
“Gonna come for me again?” he asked, rolling his hips the way she liked. “Could feel you tighten and ripple around me all the way here.”
“Here?” she gasped, sounding half delirious.
“Hmm, just outside of the village. Just gotta cross the river and through the mountain pass.”
She bit back a smile as she ground her hips against his.
“Should I go in wearing you? My cock stuffing you? Fresh come leaking from your little quim? Let them see how willing you are to be mine?”
She nodded, gasping, her walls clenching around him as if she could pull him deeper. She was close again, close enough that he was happy to quit teasing them both.
“Gonna walk in with you all stretched around my cock then I’m going to place you on the thirsty stone, put you on your knees and show them that you’re mine. Your mouth, your cunt. All of you.” He growled, feeling himself losing control. “Mine,” he grunted.
It sent Phee over the edge, her whole body trembling as she came around his cock, milking his seed from him as it filled her.
Panting heavily he propped himself on his elbow, brushing her hair away from her face as he pulled out. He reached for the jug of water, pulling the loop on the cork with his tusk before taking a swig and offering her one. She drank steadily before pushing his hand away.
“Good girl,” he huffed, taking another drink before replacing the cork.
“Did you mean it?” she asked quietly, looking sleepy again.
“Mean what?”
“That you’d wear me into your village? Claim me in front of everyone.”
“Yes, but first we’re going to cross the river and make camp for the night.”
“Oh.”
“Sit up, I’m going to put you on my back. The water gets deep this time of year and I don't want you catching your death.”
She nodded, sitting up, brushing dirt and twigs from her hair and skin before letting him bundle her onto his back.
***
The following day he wore Phee proudly into the village, her body trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement. His hand pressed her against him as all eyes turned to look at him.
There were cursory glances, noses lifting to the air to catch a whiff of her, tongues licking lips as the scent of her cum made their mouths water.
He glared at everyone who dared to step towards him. Dropping the pack of supplies, he approached the thirsty stone, unbuckling the straps of the harness. He pulled Phee off his cock with a wet squelch, their shared arousal dripping between his feet.
He didn’t miss the surprised glances and expressions, as he set her onto the stone. She settled on her hands and knees, looking up at him with a hungry expression that made his cock twitch. He nodded, granting her permission to reach up and wrap her tiny fist around the base of his cock. She licked the underside of it, inadvertently coating her face with their cum as she cleaned his shaft. He grunted, her eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her lips around the slit on the large mushroom-like head of his cock.
He grunted, thrust forward, demanding entry into her hot little mouth. She opened up, taking as much as she could, her little hand making up for the gap between his cockhead and the base, stroking and teasing. He knew he was close, rolled his hips. Her teeth scraping against her flesh was enough to tip him over the edge as her cheeks bulged and lips stretched, unloading down the back of her throat with a roar.
Phee did her best to swallow the thick cum even as it dribbled from her lips and down her chin. He looked around them, chest puffed out and walked around the stone, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back against him. Her ass was round and ripe and he gave it a slap, his large hand covering one rosy globe. Her pussy was puffy and swollen, his seed dripping down onto the stone.
He grunted, thrusting himself inside, Phee taking him with little more than a gasp and a shudder, even pushing back against him, showing her desire to be claimed by him.
The growing crowd watched, muttering and grunting their approval. Clyde pulled back and thrusted again, his hips slapping against Phee’s ass, the flesh jiggling with the impact as he started to fuck her in ernest. His hand knotted in her hair, making her look up at the gathered crowd, her cunt fluttering around him as he did. He growled, he knew she liked it, knew she enjoyed the show of being his and nobody else's, even as their cocks showed interest.
Phee panted and mewled, her fingers reaching between her legs to stroke her little clit. He knew she was close by the way her walls tightened around him, half grunting with every thrust of his hips. His balls slapped wetly against her thighs. He wasn't even close to coming again, even as she fell apart. She shivered and shook, her cunt pulsating around his length, gushing and dripping as the thirsty stone demanded.
He fucked her harder, rougher, her palms flat on the rock, her head resting on her arm. His fingers reached around to strum at her clit, causing her to gasp and squirm in her overstimulation. He was relentless, earning the respect of his people as she fell apart again and only then did he get close, his balls tightening again, his heart pounding in his chest, that wave of arousal pulsing at the base of his spine. With a growl he slammed into her one last time, filling her to the brim, his briny spend dripping out onto the stone like his ancestors before him.
Phee trembled and shook, her body limp and pliant as he pulled out from her, she collapsed onto the stone. He bent low, widening his mouth so the points of his tusks dimpled the flesh of her ass, biting firmly, but not hard enough to do anything but leave the barest of marks. He pulled back and admired the four little punctures, relishing in the copper that coated his tongue, and red that dripped over her pale skin before letting his fingers scoop up their combined arousal and spread it like a salve on the marks. It would keep them from healing scar-free.
Phee hissed and winced, and he shushed her gently. “Little One, you're such a good mate. Perfect little wife,” he rasped before hauling her over his shoulder and carrying her to his hut. She was his, bred and marked in front of the whole village. Their protection was now hers as well as his.
Once inside he made her a bath, letting her soak and wash away the aches of his rough handling. The village brought them food and gifts to bless their joining and show their acceptance of her, salve to keep her mark from becoming infected and furs to keep her warm in the cool mountain climate. Clyde made sure to feed her before tucking her into their large bed to rest. Only then did he leave the hut to go prepare his village to warn them if the men that may one day attempt to exact their revenge. If they ever came he would be ready.