Green in Bed - 7 (Patreon)

Garen had always been the studious sort. He loved to learn, to discover, and to experience new things. Naturally, the in-depth study of the female form became his most favorite subject. Though this was almost entirely thanks to his very devoted teacher.

Tura had a most pleasing habit of making her lessons into very stimulating experiences. So illuminating for the teenage heir of House Corvas that his one-on-one sessions had become an addiction. He yearned to learn under her direction like a man in the arid wastes yearned for water. Her body, her warmth, the soft sweetness of her flesh, they became his reason, his drive. But perhaps that was simply the nature of being a man.

Days had passed since Tura had taken control and Garen had learned many, many useful things. How to use his mouth and tongue, how to stoke the fires of arousal with only his hands, how to tease with his lips and the heat of his breath… There were so many ways to explore a lover’s body beyond just thrusting away like a beast in heat. And today, as always, Tura was teaching him something new.

They were both on his bed, with not a stitch of clothing between them. She was sitting in his lap with his cock buried so delightfully in the slick, tight heat of her sex. It was heaven to feel her warm, silken folds all around him, smothering his throbbing shaft. So blissful was the sensation that Garen could hardly stand it, grunting and groaning like a rabid animal as Tura slowly rocked her hips atop him.

Even better was that her large, green breasts were right in his face, those perfect globes thrusting up towards him with every shift of her body. But with a poke of her finger into his forehead, Tura cruelly denied him the chance to taste of her flesh. This was still a lesson after all and she wanted him to pay attention.

Today's lesson was all about how a man should work his body to please his woman.

“You must not thrust too fast or too hard, or you will cause discomfort in your partner.” Tura spoke in a soft voice, her words slightly strained as she too felt the pleasure from having Garen’s manhood buried to the root between her thighs. She sighed as she rolled her hips against Garen’s, her other hand set upon his shoulder to keep herself steady.

“You might have the urge to give in and cut loose… to fuck like a feral hound, with no mind other than his own pleasure. But you must resist that desire to give in. You cannot be a beast. You must remain a man if you want your lover to enjoy herself.”

The feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around his cock, so hot and wet, was all the convincing Garen needed. His hands held her by her waist, his grip firm and solid. She continued to work her body atop him, each stroke bringing maddening pleasure. And Garen worked his body in turn, keeping in rhythm with his beloved she-orc.

“Right.” The teenage heir replied through grit teeth. He huffed through his nose, grunting as a tremble shot through his muscles and bones, sinking deep into his gut. He dipped his head down, stealing a quick kiss from the deep valley between Tura’s tits. Then he lifted his head, resting his chin on the upper slopes, staring up into the she-orc’s lovely face. “Nice and steady. I understand.”

Above him, Tura gave a soft snort. Then she bucked her hips hard. Garen groaned sharply, his arms coiling tight around her waist, burying his face into her emerald bosom. The she-orc hissed as she rocked atop him, her tight cunt stroking the length of his cock, ripping pleasure from his body.

“But not all women are the same, young duke.” Tura continued, her words heated and trembling. She lifted body, sliding her slick pussy some inches off of Garen’s length. Then she dropped herself back down, skewering herself upon him again. Her buttocks landed on his lap with a lewd PLAP. Garen growled a curse through his teeth and held his lover even tighter. “There are those who enjoy hard and fast fucking. But they will tell you. And if you are the considerate man I know you are, you will give them what they want.”

Garen drew back from the kisses he was planting between and upon Tura’s succulent tits. He looked up at his she-orc teacher through glazed eyes, a dumb grin spreading across his face.

“If they ask nicely, certainly.” He replied, almost slurring.

The young duke caught the ghost of a smirk playing upon Tura’s lips then, alongside a flash of heated intent in her eyes. The she-orc muttered something in her orcish mother-tongue, sounding exasperated. Then she planted her hands upon Garen’s bare chest… and shoved him flat on his back.

Garen didn’t cry or argue. He quite liked Tura when she got like this. Seeing - and receiving - her passion was a thrill beyond any other. She was upon him then, still stuck upon his manhood as she loomed her body over his. Glorious green, so fit and toned, so warm and soft. All for Garen to enjoy.

Tura planted one hand on his chest and the other on the mattress beside his head, supporting herself as she started to really ride him. Huffing, she rocked her body upon her human mount, each roll of her hips stroking Garen’s long, thick cock along the tightness of her insides. Garen could hardly breathe, her hot, sopping wet cunt gripping him tight and milking him for his seed.

The young man groaned without shame or restraint, losing himself to the sensation of wild she-orc. His prick was being engulfed, smothered by Tura’s delicious arousal, his shaft glazed with her warm honey. He throbbed within her folds as he felt it glide down his length and dribbled down onto his churning balls.

Garen was living a dream, so blissful the sensations were. The feeling of her body around him, the sounds that spilled from her lips, and the sight of her wondrous body above him. Garen thought he knew what perfection was. But every night, Tura would show him the truth.

Through the bliss, the heir to House Corvas found his strength again. He reached out and held his she-orc lover by the hips, his fingers sinking into the warm, pliant flesh. She continued to ride him and all the while her great big tits swayed and swung right in his face. Garen couldn’t resist. He craned his head up and kissed them, both mighty mounds. And whenever he could, he caught a dark green nipple in his mouth and sucked. He filled his mouth with her sweet flesh… but there was nothing so sweet as her wild moans and desperate sighs.

Garen gave a deep, rumbling groan with his mouth full of tit. He lashed his tongue against the hard nub, teasing at it with his teeth. Above him, Tura shuddered and moaned. She cradled his head with a free hand, her fingers combing gently through his hair. Then her fingers tightened and she gave a firm pull to the back of his head. He released her tit from his mouth with a lewd, wet pop!

The teenager fell back to the mattress with a groan, staring up at the she-orc still riding him. There was heat in her eyes, but amusement also. Both lovers smiled.

“Touching is also very good. Yes. Lots of touching.” Tura hummed as she felt up Garen’s chest, exploring his youthful but firm muscle. The teenage heir didn’t sit idly by, either. Though Tura’s breasts were beyond the reach of his mouth, they were not beyond the reach of his hands.

He slid his hands up the she-orc’s flat, defined tummy, coming up under her large teats to cup them. A heated thrill coiled in the human’s gut as he felt their heft and weight in his palm, his cock swelling just that much more as he watched the soft flesh sway and contort in his hands. Her nipples were poking forth, demanding attention. He drew his thumbs over them, pinching them softly between fingers.

The she-orc sighed again, deeper and shivering. She drew her body over his, putting her breasts back in his face. He accepted her offering eagerly. Hungrily.

He kissed and licked at her tits, driven not by reason but by instinct. His body cried with joy as his mouth was filled with she-orc flesh, as his tongue lashed against the dark peaks of her bosom. He sucked upon them, groaning deeply. Then he was growling, a beastly rumble in his chest.

Tura continued to speak and through the haze of his lust, Garen managed to listen.

“Lots of kissing, too. All over her body. Especially the breasts.” He felt her hand on his head again, gently petting him. Slender fingers raked through his hair as he devoured her green tits. Her voice was softer now, dripping with lust, passion. He did that, Garen noted with pride. And he would do so much more. “A woman’s breasts can be very sensitive, Garen. The same as her sex, you must not be too rough with them. Unless she tells you to be…”

Garen took that as direction. He sucked harder, his tongue lashing wild and unrestrained. Tura, in turn, worked her body harder atop him, riding him like he was a stallion untamed. Trying to regain control, but losing herself in the process.

The she-orc upped the pace of her rocking hips and the human noble grunted against the green breasts smothering his face. Harder and faster, Tura rode his cock. Her tight, slick cunt stroked him, silken lips caressing his manhood in bliss and agonizing heat. Garen found a burst of strength and rose.

Sitting up in the bed now, he wrapped his arms around Tura’s waist again, holding her close. His hand traveled up her back, feeling the toned muscle there as he trailed the sensual curve of her spine. Her skin was soft and warm, so smooth and flawless. Perfect. Garen wanted to touch her all over. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck Tura so hard that she’d belong to him forever.

But in these last couple of weeks, Tura had taught him well. Garen resisted his dark, primal urges. He resisted the temptation to fuck and rut like a wild animal. He remained steady. He remained a man.

Garen moved his body in tandem with hers, fucking hard and fast into her sweet cunt - but with purpose as well. She would belong to him, Garen knew. But it would be because she gave herself, not because he claimed her. And that victory would be a thousand times sweeter.

Man and she-orc rocked together upon the noble’s bed, the wooden frame creaking and groaning as they fucked with little restraint. An onlooker would have witnessed quite a sight, the green beauty and pale student both glistening with sweat as their bodies joined together in carnal union. The sounds of fucking were loud and clear, flesh slapping against flesh mingling with moans, grunts, and cries of heated delight.

For the first time since she had taken up instructing the young duke, Tura and Garen found their release together. The she-orc shrieked, her fingers digging into his back as she held him close. And Garen gave a pleased grunt, holding his she-orc by the small of her back, forcing his length as deep into her sex as their bodies would allow.

The teenager felt his balls clench and a blooming heat from the pit of his gut. Pleasure spread like wildfire, crashing over him in a wave of inferno. He spilled into the depths of Tura’s she-orc cunt. They rode it out together, wringing out every last drop of ecstasy.

The sensations didn’t finish, so much as fade. But the lingering bliss was warm and pleasant, tingling over Garen’s skin as he flopped back onto the bed. Tura fell beside him with a happy sigh. A clear sign of victory. He had performed well. Pride began to swell in his chest, but it was muted in the aftermath of spilling his seed.

Garen stared up at his bedroom’s high ceiling, sucking in a deep breath. His head lolled to the side and he caught Tura doing much the same. He took a moment to admire the rising and falling swells of her chest.

“You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had, Miss Tura.” He told her.

The she-orc gave a tired laugh… which did yet more interesting things to her great, green bosom. She turned her head to meet his eyes. Hers glittered with amusement… and affection. Her lips curled into a naughty smile.

“I can’t imagine why.”