Hunter mating ritual part 2 (Patreon)
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Once you reach the top you can see why the place is sacred and why it was chosen for this ritual. In its beauty, the flowered prairie is crowded by all the tribes picking up daisies and holding horns with the sacred drug. Orcs meet and decorate their hair and beards with pink blossoms and white florets as they alluringly look at each other. Once a couple meets, they put their fingers in the other orc's horn and use the hunt milk to paint their body with sacred circles and hunt symbols. When one is done, the other one uses the aphrodisiac to paint the partner and only then they can start mating. Some orcs may choose more than one partner, given the fact that the number is not even or that maybe someone was left behind, maybe too shy or not interested. Thick fingers run over the green muscles, covering sturdy warriors in magical drawings while they both know what's coming next. The waiting, the anticipation, the blushes and the fleeting glances when a young orc meets a stranger, another hunter that's going to be his lover for the next few months... it's all incredibly romantic for orcs, even more than the mating ritual at the beginning of this season.
"Come on, Tor... come on", you growl as you pick up flowers. "Ah, gods..." you struggle while trying to tie up the poor blossoms you keep ripping from the ground and waste since they keep falling. "All of a sudden I wish I played with females when i was a cub instead of mocking and throwing mud at them...", you sigh as you pick up another one. "Dun' take just da flower". "Huh?", you turn around, watching what might be the biggest orc you ever saw, one from the cave tribe, for sure. He sits at your side, so heavy that the ground might have shaken as his giant butt landed next to yours. "Ya gotta take all the stem", he explains as he shows you, displaying an incredibly gentle touch for someone with the thickest fingers you've ever seen. "Here", he gently smiles as he ties it in your hair. "Now it'll get stuck in ye head", "Oh... thanks" you look up while he works on your hair. "First time, huh?", "Yeah..." you smile, embarrassed. "Can I... can I decorate yer hair b'fore we go?" he asks, kindly, making you melt. "Of course...", "Yus!", he smiles like a big puppy as he picks up a bunch of daisies. "I'm looking fer a mature orc fo' dis hunt, sorry, dun' get any wrong ideas ehehe". "Yeah, no, me too", you nod. "Wish I could pick a peer right now but...", he puts another flower in your carrot-orange hair while sticking out his tongue with a very committed face. "Yeah..." you nod, "Mature orcs have more experience". "Ya know the trick?" he asks. "The trick?", "To pick a good one, their cock", he smiles, making you blush again. "Yeah, this ain't jus' sum kind of sex ritual, ya know? Wanna know a trick to be sure you're choosin' right?" He smiles.
"My uncle told me ta look at their cocks..." he laughs, making you gasp before you giggle as well. "Their cocks? What about their cocks?", "It's simple..." he points at some orcs walking afar. "Ya see those handsome fellas? Da young ones". "Yeah..." you look, "All hard prickles, cause they're young like us. Das good", "And...?" you ask, entertained. "Now look at da old ones, if they're hard, eeeeeeeh... das not good". "How so?" you ask while looking at some horny daddies not too far while he picks up some flowers for himself. "If they're hard dat means they're not even looking fer a hunter but sum fuck" he explains. "If they are soft, dat means they're focused on choosing da right guy ta hunt with, not just sex. Get it?". "Oh... I... didn't think about it", you nod before he starts giggling again.
"Hey, how do I look?", "Flowery..." you smile, noticing a big amount of daisies that now cover his round head. "Wanna..." he blushes, "Wanna kiss me?". He looks down, "Cause you're cute and before we go I need ta get rid of dis damn boner". He spreads his legs, showing an exaggeratedly wide and leaking cock, making yours hard the moment you see it. "A-alright..." you agree, happily.
His tongue is large and slimy, while his kisses are a sloppy mess. He drools on you as his muffled moans turn you on a lot. "I'm Tor", you catch your breath as he wipes the drool off of his mouth and smiles, "I'm Goro". "You cave orcs are... incredibly huge, Goro", he giggles as you touch his body. "Wanna kiss me 'til we both cum, Tor?", "As much as I would love to, that might take too much time". "Yeh... yer right", he nods while you squish his soft muscles and he masturbates, "But we could... you know...".
You smile, aroused, before you move between his legs. The girth of it, though...