Green in Bed - 9 (Patreon)

Garen enjoyed the rush that came with taking control. It buzzed through his veins, humming pleasantly in his blood and in his bones. So too could he feel it in his cock, his length throbbing nicely between his legs. His whole body yearned to fuck. But Tura had taught him patience.

Carefully, tenderly, he took the silk gown by the straps and eased it down Tura’s magnificent body. Weeks ago, Garen might have torn it away from her like some barbarian. That would have been stupid and wasteful - especially since he had spent so much damn gold on the garment. Weeks ago, Garen Corvas had been an ignorant boy. But Tura’s touch - and her sweet cunt - had tempered him into something more refined.

Tonight, he was going to return the favor.

“Thank you for teaching me, Miss Tura.” He spoke low and quiet, but the graciousness was there. Restrained excitement as well creeped into his words, especially as he eyed her bare breasts. “Your instruction… has been invaluable.”

“The contract is binding. I could not deny you.” The she-orc answered softly. She kept her arms down by her sides, almost demure. Uncommon for her kind… but Garen found it a thrilling sight.

Garen’s hands reached out, fingertips grazing over her slim waist. Her skin was warm, so warm, and delectably soft. Garen almost groaned; she felt so good to touch.

His hands rose. Up to her tits. Soft flesh graced his palms. He hefted them up, delighting in their weight. Tura breathed in, but remained still. It was hammered home then - Garen was without a doubt in control.

The teenager gave a short, incredulous laugh. Then he dipped his head down and took a large, dark nipple into his mouth. He sucked. The sharp gasp that came from Tura’s lips was better than any music. No harp or lute could ever compare.

With his hands, Garen groped. With his lips, Garen caressed. With his tongue, Garen swirled and tasted. And Tura could only endure. The young duke groaned around the green tit in his mouth, savoring the taste - and all the little sounds and shifts of her body. The way she reacted to his touch, the way her body responded to him, was intoxicating. No less now than the first time. Womanhood was a drug and an elixir both.

Garen drew back for a moment, leaving the breast smeared with his spit. The nipple was hard, poking up at him, demanding for more attention. Instead, he pinched it softly. The way Tura shifted on her feet, sighing, pleased him greatly.

“Did you want to?” He asked her.

“Master?” Tura’s eyes fluttered open, her full lips parting as he slowly rolled her wet nipple between his fingers. Garen’s smile turned devious as his fingers applied just a little more pressure. He delighted in the tiny reactions on her face.

“Deny me. Did you want to?” He repeated. His fingers tugged slightly on the nipple, making Tura hiss. “Answer me.”

“No, Master Garen. Never.” Tura moaned, leaning forth into his touch.

Garen smirked as he studied her face. She was not lying.

He released her breast, letting the large green mound sway back onto her chest. He enjoyed the soft sigh that escaped her lips. The young duke felt a swell of pride and triumph within him. His cock throbbed even harder, almost painful now. His body demanded to fuck. This time, Garen gave in.

The teenager led his she-orc over to his bed. With a light shove to the small of her back, she was sent onto all fours. Her succulent ass swung into his view, full-moon cheeks of delicious green staring back at him. And between them, Garen could see the real treasure glistening with need, with arousal.

Catching her scent in the air almost drove Garen feral. But the young man kept control. Slapping his palms down onto Tura’s rump drew a short squeal from her lips. It stoked the fire in his heart, now blazing through his chest. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands sliding forth to take her by the hips. His cock, long and hard and swollen, prodded against her soaking cunt. Tura let out a moan, heated and desperate. Just as he had been.

Garen Corvas smirked… and dipped inside. Slowly, he sank into her, a shiver racking his body as he felt his manhood slide into such perfect warmth. The heat, the tightness of her silken folds engulfed him, gripped him, sucking him in deep. The human noble grit his teeth, almost reeling from the exquisite sensation.

“Gods, your cunt is perfect…” Garen snarled, easing his hips forward until Tura’s plump ass touched his waist. Then he urged himself even further, grinding his cock deeper until he was driven down to the root. “You’re so tight…”

Beneath him, Tura squirmed, shuddering. A long, low moan poured from her lips. It was the sound of pleasure… and of conquest.

Then he started to fuck her. Garen huffed through his nose, working his body into a rhythm. The caress of Tura’s tight, wet cunt was maddening, agonizing, but so deliciously perfect. Somehow, Garen was able to keep a level head.

He pumped his cock into her, every thrust picking up speed. Tura’s moans came quicker, rising in pitch. Garen put his strength into his strokes, fucking her with power… but also with restraint. This was the final test. Was he a beast or was he a man? He wasn’t just chasing his own pleasure, he reminded himself.

Garen wanted to hear Tura scream.

-  -  -

Tura had created a monster. A monster with a wonderful cock.

The she-orc bit back a shriek as the human struck deep, his manhood filling her so perfectly. Far from the desperate, careless thrusts of a novice youth, Garen was fucking her with measured, deliberate strokes. He wasn’t just taking his own pleasure, he was reaching deep within… and ripping ecstasy from her body.

She had turned the Corvas heir into the sort of man who broke women. And to her own shock, Tura was all too happy to be broken.

A hard thrust pitched Tura forward, sending her face into the bed. She whined, feeling her body stretch around Garen’s thick rod, his mighty spear. He was skewering her, putting her body on a spit and burning her from the inside out. She clutched at the sheets, crying out through grit teeth. She sent her buttocks colliding back against him, matching his thrusts with her own, desperate to take back some measure of control over her body. But it was in vain. She knew it. Garen knew it.

Tura’s body belonged to him.

“Where did… all this strength… come from?” The she-orc found herself asking between gasps and moans. She turned her head, peering at the rutting teenager through the corner of her eye.

He seemed so tall then, his lean body glistening with sweat as he worked himself hard and fast into her sopping wet cunt. She could hear the sound of their bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin - her bubbly ass quaking as he drove his cock down to the root.

She caught a beastly smile spreading across his youthful face, his eyes alight with lust, with hunger. He reached out with one hand, swiping her hair away from her back as he took her by the neck. He applied pressure, holding her head down to the sheets.

It was a show of dominance by someone years younger. Tura did not feel insulted. Nor did she feel shame. This was what they had both been working towards, hadn’t they? For Garen to know how to handle a woman. And if her pupil was going to handle anyone, it might as well have been her.

“I always had this strength…” Garen finally answered, slurring through huffs and grunts. He thrust deep and held, grinding his cock against her inner walls. White hot embers danced within Tura’s core, tongues of flame lapping at her sex. Then he worked his hips in short, brutal thrusts. Tura’s moaning rose into sharp cries as she felt his balls slap against her. “I just… needed to be shown… how to use it!”

The thrusts came faster. So did her cries - they turned to squeals as Garen’s pace became relentless. He fucked her like a man possessed, claiming her pussy. Conquering her, just as his kind was known for. Tura had read her share of history books. Garen’s folk, the race of man, were infamous around the realm. So lustful and lecherous that even the demonkin had learned to be wary. Human men fucked their way through the world, taking elf, orc, dwarf, or demon to bed. It didn’t seem to matter, so long as they got their rocks off.

Tura’s own people had learned well enough, humans didn’t conquer only through sword and shield, but through spear and stones as well. Human-Orcish history was as sordid as it was bloody. More she-orcs taken as brides and concubines than anyone could count.

And now I’m one of them.

The thought drove Tura over the edge. With a wail of agony and delight, the she-orc felt her whole body come undone. Her cunt gripped Garen’s cock tight as she came. And Tura came hard.

-  -  -

Garen felt like a king.

He watched his tutor writhe and shriek in ecstasy - pleasure brought about by his own manhood and his own dutiful efforts. It was like a dream, watching Miss Tura shudder and squirm on the bed, so undone and broken by the very skills she had taught to him.

Now, Garen was truly a man. More than that, he was now a conqueror. Just like his ancestors, knights and warlords of ages long past. His kin who slayed their enemies and took she-orc concubines as the spoils of war. There had been a Corvas who boasted a harem of green beauties. Garen liked the idea, that at one point his ancestral home had been echoing with the moans and pleasured cries of stolen orcish women.

And in his own bed, Garen had finally tamed a she-orc for himself. The maid that had vexed him so ever since he spotted her at the servant lineup as a boy. She was his. Her sweet treasure was plundered by his cock.

But the teenager had yet to cum. He had outlasted her.

Garen figured that sort of triumph deserved a special reward.

“I love your tits.” Garen huffed, grunting as he thrust his cock into the valley between Tura’s ample breasts. “They’re magnificent.”

They truly were. Great swells of rich green, so supple and perfectly formed. Tura used both hands to press them together, engulfing Garen’s cock in the warmth and softness of her flesh. She snorted, lifting her chin so that his swollen cockhead wouldn’t prod at her lips.

“So eloquent.” She teased.

Garen was close. He reached out, taking a hold of one of his bed’s wooden posts to keep himself steady. He worked his hips faster, sliding his cock into the tight crevice between Tura’s tits. The slick from her ending - as well as a generous application of her spit - provided a slippery lubricant. A lewd shlicking sound filled his room as his pace quickened, mingling with his grunts and her soft moans.

“Look at me while I fuck them.” Garen demanded, growling. His face tightened into a scowl, his eyes fixed on Tura and her splendid bosom. “Look into my eyes.”

Tura obeyed. She looked into his soul as he fucked her tits. He saw serenity in her eyes, the kind that one only had when they knew their purpose. And lower, her perfect emerald swells were wrapped tight around his shaft. He saw his fat, swollen cockhead stabbing upwards from her cleavage, red and wet and weeping.

It drove him over the edge. Tura’s green tits brought Garen to that blissful high. White hot fire, all-consuming. Garen shouted a curse and came. He glazed Tura’s neck and her chest, his balls churning as hot ropes of cum shot forth, coating the she-orc’s lovely green skin with milky white.

He couldn’t help but admire the sight. Orc tits covered by human seed may as well have been a work of art. It pleased him on a deep, primal level, watching the streams of white glisten upon Tura’s chest. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, almost hypnotic to the teenage heir.

But then he drew his eyes up higher. He met her gaze again. Through his exhaustion, Garen was still able to observe.

The serenity he saw before was still there. But alongside it was now pride. Affection. And above it all: Obedience.

She was his. Completely. Master and servant now, in all ways.

“It seems we made a mess, my young duke.” His she-orc purred, smiling. Her hands came to hold him by the base of his shaft, aiming the tip right at her face. “Allow me to clean it up.”

As Tura leaned down, her soft lips and small tusks brushing against the tip of his cock, Garen came to understand the same truth his conquering ancestors had.

Tura began to suck gently at his cockhead. And Garen knew then that there was nothing better than having green in bed.