(A/N: To the OP, I know you probably didn't imagine the Vandran subplot would end up in here, but it helped play up the 'weird orc things' aspect and it kept me writing so I threw it in.)
Sogdom wasted no time, yanking Fjord down into his lap as he sat back down. “Pretty little thing, ain’t he?” Sogdom muttered as he worked a knee between Fjord’s thighs, spreading the half-orc’s legs as his belt and skirt came free and hit the dirt. “Prettiest little emerald in all the world, and he’s *all* for me.” Sogdom chuckled into the crook of Fjord’s neck, giving his compatriots a smug grin as he popped buttons and laces in his quest to undress the smaller man.
“Sogdo-” Fjord gasped as the other unceremoniously grabbed his hip and shoved a finger up him. Sogdom slowly worked his callused, gnarled finger deeper into Fjord, turning his knees to jelly and forcing him to lock his hands around Sogdom’s mountain range of a neck as the orc wrung gasps and moans out of him.
The other three looked with searing, envious expressions, their attention more firmly placed on Sogdom’s arrogance smirk than Fjord’s helpless bliss. Even though the waves of pleasure, Fjord could feel the tension in the air. He took a breath, trying to cobble together enough brain cells to ask what was wrong. “Sogd-?” Fjord turned his head, catching sight of Mokaur’s hateful glare.
Sogdom recaptured his attention with a brush of his massive teeth against Fjord’s jugular, sparking a line of electricity across his skin. “Don’t you look away from me, stripling. Just keep your eyes on me while I work that pretty little slit of yours.” He moved his hand from Fjord’s hip to his jaw, forcing the tiny half-orc to look back to him as the other half-orc bristled with rage. “Eyes on me...”
Fjord tried to cobble together a reply, the polite and composed words in his brain turning to helpless babble as Sogdom’s thick digit stretched his walls and the massive bumps of his knuckles made him clench down, desperate for more stimulation.
Sogdom wrapped his hand back around Fjord’s hip to keep him in place, his fingers digging in from the top of Fjord’s thigh to the small of his back; the firelight carving deep wells of shadow where Sogdom buried his grip into the plush of his ass. His thumb wrapped around Fjord’s side to press into the soft pouch of flesh just above the half-orc’s cunt, and ideas came unbidden to Sogdom’s mind.
“Wonder if I could feel my cock inside you if I kept it there, stripling,” He muttered, thrusting in deeper and twisting. Fjord jerked forward in response, gasping as he clenched tighter around Sogdom’s finger and babbled under his breath.
“Oh? Now, what was that?” Sogdom curled his finger inside Fjord and slowly dragged it out, smearing the man’s own juices over his swollen clit. Fjord bucked his hips, desperate for more contact as Sogdom kept ghosting his slick, rapidly cooling fingertips over his trembling thighs. “Gotta speak up now, son.”
“Ohgodjustfuckmealready,” Fjord slurred out, thirst and lust conspiring to make his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. He tried to rut against Sogdom’s thigh, letting out a needling, pathetic whine as the other tightened his grip and denied Fjord the stimulation he craved.
“Best mind your manners if you want something from me, son.” He lazily worked his finger back between Fjord’s legs with a teasing touch that made the other sigh and groan in frustration. Sogdom didn’t bother taking his eyes off the sight of Fjord’s glistening cunt or the dark smears on his pant leg. “
“Maybe if you ask politely enough, I’ll give you what you want down. To. The. Letter.” He pressed into Fjord incrementally with each word for emphasis, sending shudders up the half-orc’s spine as he tried to clench down on the man’s thick digit. Every nerve in Fjord’s body felt like it was reaching ten inches out from his skin, desperate to gobble up every last bit of touch until he could finally cum so hard he caught a glimpse of the outline of the universe.
“Please-” Fjord tried to keep his voice steady, accents slipping on and off his voice like water over a fall. “Pl-please-” He gasped as Sogdom randomly thrust his finger back inside Fjord, his knuckles brushing against Fjord’s clit as he lazily pumped in and out. “Sogdom- Please. Please fuck me, god, please, please, please, I swear I’ll die if I don’t cum, please-” The last rational cell in his brain said he could’ve done better, but the rest of him didn’t care as Sogdom *finally* slipped a second finger in him, thrusting faster and faster while muttering the sweetest nothings in his ear.
Every nerve in his body finally lit up as the world narrowed down to the feeling of callused knuckles working in and out of him, the heat of Sogdom’s honeyed words swirling across his skin, and the brain shattering, addictive pain of finally being penetrated by another man for the first time in months. Fjord gulped down air like he was a drowned man reborn and screamed for Sogdom, senselessly begging for more as he felt the other force his head back, chuckling and whispering for him to ‘shout a little louder for me, stripling, let this whole ship know you belong to me.’
Stripling. Vadran was the first ever to call him ‘stripling.’ It was the first time someone had treated him as a vulnerable and young thing instead of a complete monster, and he practically fell in love with the nickname. During rare hours of solitude on the ship, Fjord would dream of that nickname being used in entirely different scenarios and would loathe himself as soon as the cum cooled between his thighs.
Fjord threw his head back, pleasure rocketing through every vein in his body as he clenched down tighter on Sogdom and begged for release through grit teeth. He didn’t even know what he was screaming anymore as shameful, long-hidden orcish instincts demanded he throw his voice to the wind and let every man in a mile-wide radius know he was ready to be used.
His first orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer, tightening every muscle in his body until his back threatened to snap in half, and his throat burned red and raw from screaming. Fjord clenched as hard as he could on Sogdom’s fingers as he dug his own into the other’s weatherbeaten hide, clinging on to him for dear life as sheer pleasure made him feel like he was being thrown into raging storm at sea.
Soon enough, the storm of orgasmic pleasure in his body abated, and Fjord slowly came back to reality, the veil of lust temporarily lifted. Fjord shuddered as Sogdom ripped his fingers out of him at last, intensifying the aftershocks running through his battered body. He relaxed his grip on Sogdom slowly, gasping every time his cunt brushed against the other’s pant leg, or Sogdom moved his hand in just the right way to stimulate him again.
“Now was that name you were howling... Stripling?” Sogdom rattled off casually, one hand rubbing Fjord’s back while the other played at the ties holding his armor in place. Fjord instantly went rigid in his grasp, the temporary clarity of orgasm, giving him enough of a mind to panic. A cold, ugly shame flared in his chest, and he withered in Sogdom’s grasp as familiar humiliation washed over him.
“Nothing. It was nothing.” His throat was still burning from screaming and Fjord wished he could reach down and tear the feeling out. None of this felt right anymore- even the thick of his heat, even without the sweet yellow pills or that honeyed tea, that one shame instantly quenched any fire in his body- it’d been used to do just that dozens of times before.
Fjord tried to lean back, suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings. He could feel every breeze and hear every leaf playfully whisper against its neighbor in the trees. All the lust in his gut drained away as even the hormonal buzz of his heat temporarily died out. “I-I...” Heat rose to his face, regret and bile rising in his throat shortly behind. “This was a mista-”
“Fjord...” Sogdom expression softened as he cradled Fjord’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. “You don’t plan on keeping secrets from me, do you?”
The longer he was forced to look at those warm, chocolatey pools of color in Sogdom’s eyes; the further Fjord felt his walls crumble. After a moment, he relaxed back into the other’s grip and his hands ended up back on his skin. “He was...” Fjord swallowed. “He was important to me. I wanted to love him.”
“Now, what was this love, child?” Sogdom’s voice felt so warm, so damn warm Fjord forgot where they were and how late in the season it was. He felt like he could melt in the other’s grip if he basked in it long enough. Even with all that heat, it still couldn’t melt the icy blade of shame buried deep in his chest. Fjord reached up, fiddling with the amber ring on Sogdom’s hand until he felt that familiar warmth wash over him.
“I wanted him.” Fjord spat, a long-buried weight finally evaporating off his shoulders as he confessed. “He was the first person ever to treat me like I was worth anything. I was... I was almost addicted to him, sometimes. Every damn word he said felt like he was handing me a gift, and I would have done *anything* to have him...”
“But-?” Sogdom wrapped an arm around Fjord’s side, massaging the tension out of his back as he wound himself up tighter and tighter. “But he would have never had me...” Fjord felt that tightness crawl up his throat and swell behind his eyes. Sogdom pressed on his back harder, rubbing in wider circles as he worked Fjord’s armor straps with the other. “He gave me supressives, to keep me on my feet at sea...” Fjord hiccuped.
“Ain’t right to hide somethin’ away like this,” Sogdom muttered as Fjord’s breastplate hit the dirt and the night breeze worked its way under his shirt. “Keepin’ it hidden away only makes it burn hotter.”
“Sometimes I’d ruck my pants to my knees and just think about him tying me up, hiding me away... Fixin’ me all heat long...” Fjord’s voice took on a dreamy air as he stared straight ahead, his eyes glazing over as he mentally stepped back to his teenhood. “I was already locked up so tight when all those pretty pills couldn’t hold me... I wanted him there... I wanted...”
“Ain’t you lucky, stripling?” Sogdom muttered as he worked Fjord’s shirt off, pausing to lean back and admire the fully nude half-orc in his lap, the familiar glaze of someone who’d been charmed one too many times washing over his pretty-boy eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, and it was far from the last, but it was the first time they’d inflicted it on themselves. It made him want to laugh his ass off. “You got me, and I ain’t a stranger to want.”
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Re: FILL: "HONEYED" FJORD/ORCS - RATED E- DUBCON - 2/?
Date: 2019-11-10 07:05 am (UTC)Sogdom wasted no time, yanking Fjord down into his lap as he sat back down. “Pretty little thing, ain’t he?” Sogdom muttered as he worked a knee between Fjord’s thighs, spreading the half-orc’s legs as his belt and skirt came free and hit the dirt. “Prettiest little emerald in all the world, and he’s *all* for me.” Sogdom chuckled into the crook of Fjord’s neck, giving his compatriots a smug grin as he popped buttons and laces in his quest to undress the smaller man.
“Sogdo-” Fjord gasped as the other unceremoniously grabbed his hip and shoved a finger up him. Sogdom slowly worked his callused, gnarled finger deeper into Fjord, turning his knees to jelly and forcing him to lock his hands around Sogdom’s mountain range of a neck as the orc wrung gasps and moans out of him.
The other three looked with searing, envious expressions, their attention more firmly placed on Sogdom’s arrogance smirk than Fjord’s helpless bliss. Even though the waves of pleasure, Fjord could feel the tension in the air. He took a breath, trying to cobble together enough brain cells to ask what was wrong. “Sogd-?” Fjord turned his head, catching sight of Mokaur’s hateful glare.
Sogdom recaptured his attention with a brush of his massive teeth against Fjord’s jugular, sparking a line of electricity across his skin. “Don’t you look away from me, stripling. Just keep your eyes on me while I work that pretty little slit of yours.” He moved his hand from Fjord’s hip to his jaw, forcing the tiny half-orc to look back to him as the other half-orc bristled with rage. “Eyes on me...”
Fjord tried to cobble together a reply, the polite and composed words in his brain turning to helpless babble as Sogdom’s thick digit stretched his walls and the massive bumps of his knuckles made him clench down, desperate for more stimulation.
Sogdom wrapped his hand back around Fjord’s hip to keep him in place, his fingers digging in from the top of Fjord’s thigh to the small of his back; the firelight carving deep wells of shadow where Sogdom buried his grip into the plush of his ass. His thumb wrapped around Fjord’s side to press into the soft pouch of flesh just above the half-orc’s cunt, and ideas came unbidden to Sogdom’s mind.
“Wonder if I could feel my cock inside you if I kept it there, stripling,” He muttered, thrusting in deeper and twisting. Fjord jerked forward in response, gasping as he clenched tighter around Sogdom’s finger and babbled under his breath.
“Oh? Now, what was that?” Sogdom curled his finger inside Fjord and slowly dragged it out, smearing the man’s own juices over his swollen clit. Fjord bucked his hips, desperate for more contact as Sogdom kept ghosting his slick, rapidly cooling fingertips over his trembling thighs. “Gotta speak up now, son.”
“Ohgodjustfuckmealready,” Fjord slurred out, thirst and lust conspiring to make his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. He tried to rut against Sogdom’s thigh, letting out a needling, pathetic whine as the other tightened his grip and denied Fjord the stimulation he craved.
“Best mind your manners if you want something from me, son.” He lazily worked his finger back between Fjord’s legs with a teasing touch that made the other sigh and groan in frustration. Sogdom didn’t bother taking his eyes off the sight of Fjord’s glistening cunt or the dark smears on his pant leg. “
“Maybe if you ask politely enough, I’ll give you what you want down. To. The. Letter.” He pressed into Fjord incrementally with each word for emphasis, sending shudders up the half-orc’s spine as he tried to clench down on the man’s thick digit. Every nerve in Fjord’s body felt like it was reaching ten inches out from his skin, desperate to gobble up every last bit of touch until he could finally cum so hard he caught a glimpse of the outline of the universe.
“Please-” Fjord tried to keep his voice steady, accents slipping on and off his voice like water over a fall. “Pl-please-” He gasped as Sogdom randomly thrust his finger back inside Fjord, his knuckles brushing against Fjord’s clit as he lazily pumped in and out. “Sogdom- Please. Please fuck me, god, please, please, please, I swear I’ll die if I don’t cum, please-” The last rational cell in his brain said he could’ve done better, but the rest of him didn’t care as Sogdom *finally* slipped a second finger in him, thrusting faster and faster while muttering the sweetest nothings in his ear.
Every nerve in his body finally lit up as the world narrowed down to the feeling of callused knuckles working in and out of him, the heat of Sogdom’s honeyed words swirling across his skin, and the brain shattering, addictive pain of finally being penetrated by another man for the first time in months. Fjord gulped down air like he was a drowned man reborn and screamed for Sogdom, senselessly begging for more as he felt the other force his head back, chuckling and whispering for him to ‘shout a little louder for me, stripling, let this whole ship know you belong to me.’
Stripling. Vadran was the first ever to call him ‘stripling.’ It was the first time someone had treated him as a vulnerable and young thing instead of a complete monster, and he practically fell in love with the nickname. During rare hours of solitude on the ship, Fjord would dream of that nickname being used in entirely different scenarios and would loathe himself as soon as the cum cooled between his thighs.
Fjord threw his head back, pleasure rocketing through every vein in his body as he clenched down tighter on Sogdom and begged for release through grit teeth. He didn’t even know what he was screaming anymore as shameful, long-hidden orcish instincts demanded he throw his voice to the wind and let every man in a mile-wide radius know he was ready to be used.
His first orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer, tightening every muscle in his body until his back threatened to snap in half, and his throat burned red and raw from screaming. Fjord clenched as hard as he could on Sogdom’s fingers as he dug his own into the other’s weatherbeaten hide, clinging on to him for dear life as sheer pleasure made him feel like he was being thrown into raging storm at sea.
Soon enough, the storm of orgasmic pleasure in his body abated, and Fjord slowly came back to reality, the veil of lust temporarily lifted. Fjord shuddered as Sogdom ripped his fingers out of him at last, intensifying the aftershocks running through his battered body. He relaxed his grip on Sogdom slowly, gasping every time his cunt brushed against the other’s pant leg, or Sogdom moved his hand in just the right way to stimulate him again.
“Now was that name you were howling... Stripling?” Sogdom rattled off casually, one hand rubbing Fjord’s back while the other played at the ties holding his armor in place. Fjord instantly went rigid in his grasp, the temporary clarity of orgasm, giving him enough of a mind to panic. A cold, ugly shame flared in his chest, and he withered in Sogdom’s grasp as familiar humiliation washed over him.
“Nothing. It was nothing.” His throat was still burning from screaming and Fjord wished he could reach down and tear the feeling out. None of this felt right anymore- even the thick of his heat, even without the sweet yellow pills or that honeyed tea, that one shame instantly quenched any fire in his body- it’d been used to do just that dozens of times before.
Fjord tried to lean back, suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings. He could feel every breeze and hear every leaf playfully whisper against its neighbor in the trees. All the lust in his gut drained away as even the hormonal buzz of his heat temporarily died out. “I-I...” Heat rose to his face, regret and bile rising in his throat shortly behind. “This was a mista-”
“Fjord...” Sogdom expression softened as he cradled Fjord’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. “You don’t plan on keeping secrets from me, do you?”
The longer he was forced to look at those warm, chocolatey pools of color in Sogdom’s eyes; the further Fjord felt his walls crumble. After a moment, he relaxed back into the other’s grip and his hands ended up back on his skin. “He was...” Fjord swallowed. “He was important to me. I wanted to love him.”
“Now, what was this love, child?” Sogdom’s voice felt so warm, so damn warm Fjord forgot where they were and how late in the season it was. He felt like he could melt in the other’s grip if he basked in it long enough. Even with all that heat, it still couldn’t melt the icy blade of shame buried deep in his chest. Fjord reached up, fiddling with the amber ring on Sogdom’s hand until he felt that familiar warmth wash over him.
“I wanted him.” Fjord spat, a long-buried weight finally evaporating off his shoulders as he confessed. “He was the first person ever to treat me like I was worth anything. I was... I was almost addicted to him, sometimes. Every damn word he said felt like he was handing me a gift, and I would have done *anything* to have him...”
“But-?” Sogdom wrapped an arm around Fjord’s side, massaging the tension out of his back as he wound himself up tighter and tighter.
“But he would have never had me...” Fjord felt that tightness crawl up his throat and swell behind his eyes. Sogdom pressed on his back harder, rubbing in wider circles as he worked Fjord’s armor straps with the other. “He gave me supressives, to keep me on my feet at sea...” Fjord hiccuped.
“Ain’t right to hide somethin’ away like this,” Sogdom muttered as Fjord’s breastplate hit the dirt and the night breeze worked its way under his shirt. “Keepin’ it hidden away only makes it burn hotter.”
“Sometimes I’d ruck my pants to my knees and just think about him tying me up, hiding me away... Fixin’ me all heat long...” Fjord’s voice took on a dreamy air as he stared straight ahead, his eyes glazing over as he mentally stepped back to his teenhood. “I was already locked up so tight when all those pretty pills couldn’t hold me... I wanted him there... I wanted...”
“Ain’t you lucky, stripling?” Sogdom muttered as he worked Fjord’s shirt off, pausing to lean back and admire the fully nude half-orc in his lap, the familiar glaze of someone who’d been charmed one too many times washing over his pretty-boy eyes. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, and it was far from the last, but it was the first time they’d inflicted it on themselves. It made him want to laugh his ass off. “You got me, and I ain’t a stranger to want.”