Green in Bed - 10 (Epilogue) (Patreon)

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months - and taking Tura to bed had become a most pleasing routine.

After enjoying the intimate company of such a spirited she-orc, Garen Corvas decided that he very much liked being the man in charge.

Power, as the young noble discovered, comes with many, many perks. Tura had taught that to him - copiously so. Even now, she kept teaching him. Laying beside him in bed, naked and sweaty, his emerald lover made for quite the vision of beauty. It was a testament to his willpower that he wasn’t upon her that very instant.

Instead, the teenage heir simply enjoyed the sight. Tura had a body that begged to be admired and her nudity only made it that much sweeter. Garen drew his eyes over her curves, the softness of her breasts, her hips, and the firm muscle of her arms, shoulders, and her belly. Every inch of her was perfect, splendid womanhood wrapped up in tight, flawless green skin.

He reached out, touching her, running his hand over the swells of her bosom, then down to her flat tummy. His arm curled around her wide hips - she was larger than he was, too big for him to draw closer. Instead, he used his hold to slide his body over, bringing them together. The heat of her body, the sensation of her buttocks pressing into his groin, it was intoxicating.

Garen grunted, most pleased by his bedmate. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he pressed his lips to her neck. Tura let out a sweet, little whine, squirming in his arms. It was a playful attempt to escape.

“Tired already?” The human noble teased. He pressed more little kisses to his lover’s neck. “I thought you she-orcs were supposed to have stamina.”

Tura squirmed again, scoffing. She twisted her body so that she was facing him - putting her great green teats inches from the younger man’s face. He kissed the upper slopes, fighting down the urge to bury his face between them.

The she-orc gave a snort, softly tapping him on the forehead.

“You know damn well this is your own fault, young duke.” Tura sighed. She curled her own arms around him in turn, holding him close. She sucked in deep breaths - which did very lovely things to her breasts. “All you human lads want to do is fuck. Even she–orcs need some rest!”

Garen smirked. Her admonishment mixed with praise stirred up something deep inside, reviving the primal hunger of man. He ran his hands up and down the curve of her back - though often lingering down at her buttocks. He gave a few playful squeezes, feeling delight as Tura whined softly at his bold touch.

His cock hardened again at the sound of her sweet voice, her moans like music, floating into his ears. He himself let out strained, needy groans, shifting his body closer so that he was pressed flush to her. His length slid between her full, supple thighs. Warm and tight, so close to the heat of her womanhood.

“You drive me mad, Miss Tura.” Garen growled, kissing at her breasts again. “Who is going to sate my lusts if not for you?”

Tura let out a tired laugh, gently running her fingers through Garen’s hair as he brought his lips to the valley between her tits. She cradled his head, humming as his lips and tongue worked frantically over her ample bosom. She sucked in a breath, shivering as he quickly found her nipples. Garen enjoyed the way her body came alive under his touch - but still, she made a token effort to push him away.

“Hmmm. Perhaps you can find yourself another she-orc down at the market.” She suggested, squirming away from Garen’s hungry mouth. She sighed again, looking into his eyes. “Or perhaps go charm an elven lady at one of your parents’ galas?”

It took little time for Garen to realize that Tura was only half-joking. The young man blinked, stunned that his she-orc lover was making a very real suggestion. For a moment, his lust was quelled, replaced by curiosity.

“You wouldn’t get jealous?”

Tura tossed her head back and laughed. Such lovely music poured from her lips. Again, the hunger within Garen was stirred back to life. The she-orc reached out to softly touch the teenager’s face, her fingers stroking his cheek. There was warmth and affection in her eyes. Garen’s heartbeat quickened.

“Sweet boy.” Tura hummed, sliding closer again. She leaned forth and gave him a long, gentle kiss on the lips. “You are the heir. I am your servant. Take as many women to bed as you please. It is your right. Honestly… I’d be grateful for the chance to rest, young duke. And for the chance to watch.”

At the end, her lips curled into a naughty smirk. And Garen could not miss the devious promise that shined in her eyes.

Garen had thought Tura was more than enough woman for him. She was a she-orc, tall, strong, and brimming with stamina. But he had managed to tire her out. Him, young Garen Corvas, the teenage heir to the Corvas Estate. For him, it was an accomplishment. The sign that he had turned from boy to man. But this…

Tura was offering him the next step. Any man could bed a woman. But a noble… well… harems weren’t exactly uncommon, even in the human kingdoms. And the prospect of performing for Tura had him rock hard. His cock swelled with hot blood, twitching madly in the space between them, the head prodding against her inner thighs.

The she-orc hummed, smiling as she reached down to take him hand. Garen groaned as she stroked him, pumping his length nice and slow. Her touch was warm, almost possessive - and yet she had just told him she wouldn’t mind sharing him.

Garen’s mind was racing. So was his heart. But he felt excited for the future all the same.

This time it was Tura who stole a kiss, pressing herself into Garen’s side as she continued to pump his cock. With her other hand, she pressed onto his naked chest, keeping him pinned to the bed. They shared a quick look of understanding - Tura may have been spent, but her hands still worked just fine.

As the she-orc beauty smiled down at him, Garen enjoyed the warmth in his heart.

“Convincing my parents to purchase your contract was the best decision I ever made.” The young duke sighed. His hips urged up off the bed, desperate to match Tura’s pumping hand. But Tura’s strength kept him flat on the bed.

She slowed her strokes, using her thumb to massage the cockhead. But even as Garen threw his back to release a deep, shuddering groan, he could still hear his lover’s sweet words.

“On the contrary, I think your best decision was ordering me into your bed.” He felt her warm body drape over him, her lips lowering to brush against his ear. Her next words came as a sultry whisper.

“It is a joy to serve you, young duke.”

Garen couldn’t disagree. Though he knew, in his heart… there was a greater joy in being served.

But such were the perks of noble blood.

END