Orc Harem - 12 (Patreon)

Their little bout wound up continuing long into the night. The hour was late and the rest of Clan G’Kalis should have been sound asleep… but Adam and Jen made an effort to keep quiet all the same. A not-so-easy task, especially with a she-orc for a lover.

Adam kept his jaw set, his lips tight, grunting through his nose as he urged his hips forward to meet the curve of Jen’s buttocks. His cock sank into her, all the way to the root - his manhood bathing in her heat, her agonizing tightness. A deep groan tried to fight its way out of his throat, but he swallowed it back down, huffing through his nostrils.

Though he could not see her face, Adam could see Jen struggling in much the same way - her fingers clawing at the thick blankets, gripping as if for dear life. The human pitched his hips forward again, driving his cock back into her soaking cunt. Jen shuddered, gasping. Adam focused on the shiver rolling down her naked back. He leaned forward to kiss her there, trailing his lips up to the back of her neck, swiping her long red braid out of the way.

His she-orc whined, turning her head against the pillow, peering back with one lidded eye. Adam pressed more kisses along her jawline, not stopping the moving of his hips. He loved the way her eyes were glazed over, clouded thick with desperate want.

“Adam… Adam…” Jen breathed out, her voice just barely above a whisper. “You can go harder… please…”

The human smirked.

“I thought… we were… trying to keep… quiet…” 

He nuzzled into her neck, teasing her further with soft nips at her sensitive skin. He sank his cock all the way down to the root, making the she-orc gasp again. The way her body quivered against his, the way her sex tightened around him… it was exquisite.

His arms curled around her taut belly, drawing their bodies flush together. One of her hands came down, grabbing him. Her nails pressed into the muscle of his forearm, bringing sharp, sweet pain. Her clouded eye went bright with fire then.

“I can handle it.” She urged him, keeping her voice low. Low but also desperate. “You know I can.”

“Yeah.” Adam conceded. Jen had indeed proven countless times, she could more than handle him. Still, the human felt a certain mirth. “But when I go hard you usually scream. Not that I ever mind…”

It was Jen’s turn to smile, her heated eyes swirling with that familiar look of daring.

“I’ll bet. It was proof you were doing a good job.”

“I just don’t want to wake the whole house…”

Jen’s set upon him an even more sultry gaze. The she-orc’s eyes might have won Adam’s heart, but it was that look that ruled his libido.

“Cover my mouth then. You can go as hard as you want.” A simple promise. Yet her words were oh so tantalizing. How could Adam deny her? How could any man?

“...Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Jen turned further, drawing the young man into a deep kiss. Even after so long of being together, the she-orc’s lips and tongue still made Adam’s head spin. She caught his lower lip with her teeth as she pulled away, her eyes bright with silent laughter as she held his gaze.

“It’s been a stressful couple of days for you, hasn’t it?” She purred. Her voice was sweet like honey, almost musical. “Let me make it up to you.”

Adam’s heart raced even faster. His cock throbbed against the tightness and heat of her insides, his balls churning with cum that was more than ready to spew. She’d done this before, offering herself. And every time it got him. Every damn time.

Jen, as always, was impossible to refuse. With those eyes, those lips, and that sublime body writhing against his own…

Adam moved on instinct, driven by a savage, primal lust. He clamped a hand firmly over his girlfriend - his fiance’s mouth. Then he started to work his hips, harder and faster. His cock punched into her slick, wet pussy, a piston of hard, swollen flesh. He fucked her hard, his shaft sinking deep. And she released a long, wild moan, smothered and silenced by his hand.

The young human noble grit his teeth, trying to find a steady rhythm in their wild fucking. The sound of her plump buttocks slapping against him was delicious. But the sight of it? That was heaven. 

Juicy, green heaven.

-  -  -

“I’m surprised you can still walk after how hard you two were going at it last night.”

Adam nearly spat out his food. Beside him, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jen go still - either out of shock or silent rage. Sitting across from them, Sayla wore a devilish smirk - oh so satisfied by her moment of petty humiliation.

The young noble’s eyes grew wide as saucers as the rest of the table went silent. He didn’t dare make eye contact, but he could feel their gazes on him. Then came stifled laughter and soon Adam’s cheeks were burning.

“Just because I’m not the clan champion doesn’t mean I can’t put you on your ass, Sayla.” Jen hissed, slowly rising from her seat.

Sayla’s evil smirk never wavered and her mocking gaze flashed towards Adam.

“I was talking to him.”

The laughter around the table stopped. Adam heard someone gasp - probably Druma. By now, he knew he had to be beat red. At the head of the table, Heralda muttered a curse under her breath.

“Adam’s a lot tougher than you think.” Jen said, just barely containing her fury.

Sayla gave a derisive snort.

“Is that right?” 

“Tougher than you.” Jen bit back. A venomous smile cracked across her pretty face. “He beat you, didn’t he?”

Immediately the clan champion broke into a scowl. She pounded a closed fist on the table, rising to stand against Jen. Fire in her eyes. The same fire Adam saw when they first met.

“He did not beat me.”

The tension was thick now, so thick that Adam almost couldn’t breathe. He started to rise himself, hoping to defuse the situation before it broke into an actual fight… but Heralda was quicker in that regard.

“Enough.”

A slam came from the clan matriarch’s end of the table. She was standing now, both hands planted firmly on the wooden surface - immediately drawing all attention towards her. She stood tall, an amazon of dark green. Her long, black braids fell down over her shoulders, a couple straying in front of her face. But nothing could hide the intensity of her sharp, gray eyes.

The younger she-orcs went silent. None had the nerve to challenge the matriarch. Not with her hard gaze set upon them like this. She focused on the instigator first.

“Sayla.” Her voice was hard, firm, and cold like steel. Enough to set the clan champion standing straight, all signs of rebellion falling away. “You will have your time to challenge the human. He will take the Trial of Battle in due time. Until then, that sharp tongue of yours stays sheathed.”

“Yes, clan-mother.” Sayla answered with no hint of defiance. Dutifully, the clan champion sat back down… though still glared daggers at Jen.

Heralda turned her steely eyes onto Jen next.

“Jenakka, you know when Sayla’s trying to pick a fight. Stop goading her.”

“Yes, clan-mother.” Jen’s voice was tight, restrained. But in the end, she gave a dutiful bow of her head and sat back down.

An uneasy calm fell over the table. But still the matriarch was not finished. Adam felt a spike of concern when Heralda next set her focus upon him.

“And you.” Heralda pointed an accusing finger right at Adam.

All eyes on the table were on him now. Jen, Sayla, Druma, Akari, and the matriarch with her sharp, piercing gaze. All Adam could wonder was: What the hell did I do wrong?

“Yeah?” He gave Jen a sidelong glance. His she-orc gave a sympathetic look, but otherwise said nothing.

Heralda was silent for a short moment. Then her eyes softened… but only a tiny smidge.

“You’re not our chieftain yet. If you succeed in the trials, you will be awarded the due privileges of such a position. But until then, try not to turn my home into a pleasure house. And be mindful of others who are sleeping.”

Adam just stared. The woman was dead serious. But a quick look around the table showed him the other she-orcs were smirking, stifling laughter. Except for Jen, who was burying her face in her hands.

“I… I understand.” Adam answered, finding the nerve to speak.

“It’s good that you have such stamina, though.” Said Akari, regarding Adam with an unusually scrutinizing gaze. “You’ll need it to endure some of the trials.”

“It will take more than his cock to pass them.” Heralda shot back.

“Nevertheless, it’s good to know his works. He wouldn’t pass the Trial of Prowess otherwise.”

Even through the embarrassment he felt, the clan mystic’s words managed to pique Adam’s interest.

“The Trial of… Prowess?” Adam pressed, leaning forward in his chair.

The elder she-orcs’ eyes flickered towards him with some surprise - as if they forgot for a moment that he was a man who could think and talk for himself. Adam also noted how Sayla and Druma now looked… uncomfortable.

Matriarch Heralda exhaled through her nose as she sat back down, slumping back into her seat.

“It is a trial where a prospective clan chieftain proves his prowess as a man to each viable woman of the clan.” She answered evenly. The elder she-orc kept a calm face, but in her eyes Adam could now see a sliver of mirth. “It’s the only trial you’ve made any real progress with by the way.”

Her eyes flickered towards Jen for a moment. Adam looked towards his fiance - his mortified fiance - and at last fully understood.

Oh.

“You mean by-”

“By sleeping together.” Jen answered, mumbling into her knuckles.

The answer began to sink in, but Adam still didn’t know what to say to that. He had assumed the duties of clan chieftain involved something like that, but to hear it outright confirmed… The idea that he had to sleep with every woman in Clan G’Kalis certainly had its appeal, but it was daunting all the same.

“Ah.” Adam said, both brows lifted high.

A scoff from across the table broke through the awkward quiet. Sayla was shaking her head.

“Don’t look so excited, human.” She all but spat. She held her chin high as she spoke, pride brewing in red eyes, bright like fire. “I’ll never take a man to bed who can’t beat me in a fight.”

Adam bit his tongue. He didn’t rise to her bait. But he quickly found out he didn’t need to… because Hera and Akari did it for him.

“In that case, we might as well get the Trial of Battle out of the way.” Akari said, a conspiratorial look etched on her face. A look that Heralda shared.

“What?” Sayla was suddenly sitting up straight, alert. She stared at the clan elders with wide, almost pleading eyes.

“Indeed.” Heralda continued, nodding. Adam swore he saw the faintest upturn at the corner of her mouth. “It would be best to find out now if Adam meets our standards in a proper fight.”

“You’re not serious. Now?”

Sayla was rising from her seat again, this time without any of the swagger or boldness she had before. This time, with the urgency in her body language, she looked quite her age. A young woman begging her parents not to be disciplined. 

It would have been cute if she hadn’t thus far been a pain in Adam’s ass.

Just like Adam, Heralda had little sympathy for her clan-daughter.

“Why not? A clan champion should be ready to fight anytime, anywhere.” Hera nodded to the rest of the table. “Everyone outside.”

Sayla’s eyes danced frantically around the table, hoping for any support, any lifeline. But as the others began to rise from their seats, the clan champion realized too late that she had pushed too far. 

Adam rose from the breakfast table in a daze, but then he felt Jen’s fingers tangle with his. Her touch was as gentle and warm as ever. But it was her loving eyes that assured him the most.

“C’mon.” Jen whispered into his ear, pressing her body into his side. “The sooner you get this done, the easier the rest will be. I know you can do it, Adam. You can beat her, easy.”

Adam felt his heart begin to race. The first trial was suddenly right in his lap. Adam himself was as stunned as Sayla - though he was nowhere near as crestfallen. He’d already fought her once. This time he’d be going in with a decent grasp of her fighting ability - and she wouldn’t have the element of surprise.

He met eyes with the clan champion for a moment as G’Kalis filed outside. Even as the glare of the morning sun shined down on them, he caught a heated glare from Sayla. Suddenly, the young noble felt quite eager to test his mettle.

Adam met Sayla’s sneer with a grin.

“Time for our rematch, then.”