It was too fucking hot for a blanket. Despite the fact that he could see his own breath if he huffed hard enough, the air was still too hot for Fjord. In fact the past few days had been too hot, each coming to an unsatisfied end in more than one way.
Deep in the recesses of his orcish lineage where his more carnal genes lay dormant, he could feel something waking. Not bloodlust, thank the gods, but a primal urge to hunt and conquer... Something. At first Fjord had no clue what goal these instincts were pushing him toward. But as the week progressed and with every glance at the female half of the Nein lingering longer, arousing an ever incresingly animalistic appetite in his loins, he started getting an idea.
They were aesthetically pleasing in their own ways. Beau was wiry and toned, thin and could probably pop his head between her thighs. Yasha, albeit on the masculine side has surprisingly soft features, her muscles smooth and broad under her skin, a complimentary opposite to Beau. Fjord didn't mind occasionally glancing them over either, but his gaze always mulled over Jester most often.
There was something about the curve of her smile, the spark of joy in her eyes that ignited the rest of her bouncy frame, perky and bubbly in all the right ways for this band of bluesy miscreants. These discovered traits made adequate fuel for his personal daydreams when he had privacy to act on them, and they served him well for a time. However he was soon unable to find proper release from just thoughts, the quiet nights thrusting into a tightly squeezed fist growing subpar. His timing grew slug on the battlefield and he suffered for it, as did his comrades more or less.
There was no more denying it. The Orcish Must had begun. For the next fortnight Fjord would be subject to a frenzy of hormones as the need to procreate would take over, rendering his personality to that of a horny teenager's if he wasn't careful. In the past he'd always been in a town where he could just procure some service every night and make do. But on the road, so far from any settlement or establishment... Methods of coping were starting to run out.
Fjord flings the blanket off as impatiently as he can without rousing his compatriots (listening a moment to confirm their stillness), and rises to his feet. Taking one last look over the group he makes his departure into the woods toward a stream in search of more accomodating quarters. Using it as a guide he follows the current for a few minutes, taking the time to enjoy the crisp autumn air, until he comes across the skeletal remains of a stone hut nestled in a clearing. The branch roof caved in long ago, the quarter wall facing the water toppled into the sand, devoid of habitation. A waxing gibbous moon bathed the grounds in the palest white light, casting dancing shards across ankle high ripples and outlining the black trees against the navy blue sky.
'This should do,' Fjord nods affirmatively, reaching for the strings of his trousers before his bulge can split the seam. It pulsed into the brush of his fingertips, eager. Practically ripping them loose his hand dives down the front, relief flooding his blood for just a moment as he grips hard at the engorged flesh, a groan evaporating into the night air as he strokes long and hard up the shaft, head falling back.
"Fjord?"
Shit. A familiar demure voice calls from the edge of the treeline behind him. Fjord freezes, heart pounding in his ears.
"Fjord is that you?" Jester asks again, her voice closer now. Fjord's hand slips from his pants and clumsily tug them closed as best he can before turning to greet her.
"Yeah Jessie, it's me," he calls back, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"What are you doing standing like that in the middle of nowhere? That's creepy," she retorts.
"I'm sorry," he replies, taken aback by her shortness, "I was just looking at the moon." Jester looks at it herself, searching for anything particularly special.
"Yeah, it is kinda pretty tonight I guess," she murmurs. After a moment she shakes her head, reminding herself she's supposed to be angry with him. "Why are you looking at the moon way over here instead of with everybody else?" She asks approaching him. He's suddenly glad for the dimness of night, thankful for the concealing nature of its shadows.
"I-I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. Why are you so upset?" He asked, hoping to keep her attention from wandering.
"Because you didn't tell anyone where you were going," she replies, "and that's a stupid thing to do. Especially after what happened to Molly-" she catches herself, pressing her palms together in front of her mouth, brows furrowed over her closed eyes. "I know you're strong enough to take care of yourself. But you are *by* yourself, and who knows what could be creeping around out here."
Fjord's gaze falls. "That.. Hadn't occurred to me. I didn't think it would upset you this badly; I was only going to be gone for a minute. But you're right. I'm sorry Jessie," he gives her an apologetic glance, reaching up to gently squeeze her shoulder.
"At least tell me next time, okay?" she sighs, stepping past his grasp to embrace him, holding him tight. "I really don't want to lose-" Fjord's lips press together to stifle a yelp, eyes widening as he feels her body press against his bulge. Jester pauses a long moment and leans more of her weight into him, flattening the shallow tent between his thighs, affirming what she felt. "You?" She mews.
"Jes--" he grabs her shoulders with both hands and pushes her a step back, holding her with shivering hands as he fumbles to keep his composure, cheeks burning. Jester fans her face and giggles like a school girl, but Fjord can see her blush too.
"So you 'couldn't sleep' huh? Now I get it. It's okay Fjord, don't worry, I'd have a 'hard' time sleeping too if I had to deal with That!" She sniggers, tail wagging with mirth behind her as she dances.
"Jester," Fjord grumbles, "please-"
"Please what? Lend a hand?" It was meant as a flirtatious joke and treated it as such. But when his typically agitated 'don't' was replaced by a propositional 'well,' It was her turn to look shocked. "What?" She squeaks, staring at him like a deer in headlights.
Fjord is looking at the ground now like a shy little boy, his cheeks flaring dark. "Now that you mention it... I could use a.. A favor from you, Jessie." Before they met Beau and the rest of the Nein it wasn't a rare occurrence for either of them to do favors for one another. The road got lonely, and after spending so much of your time with only one other person, you get to know them quite well after a while. Their likes, their dislikes, preferences, hard limits, and they learned yours. It was an unspoken pact between them that had never really come to a formal end. The predatory glint in his bright honey eyes boring through her violet ones suggested that he was hoping, almost needing, to rekindle that part of their past. It sent a bolt of heat down to her very core, starting a small fire in her own nethers and she decided if she was curious enough to ask, she was curious enough to be shown her answer instead of told. She bites her lip as she stares back into him.
"Okay," was all she could manage.
"Thank you, Jester," he pants, and with that, Fjord leans in and captures her lips hot and heavy with his own, his enthusiasm making her squeal, heart exploding beneath her breast. Fjord's grip tightens on her skin, tilting his head and they're suddenly so much closer now, her body leaning into his again. She can't help it as her eyes roll shut, her fingertips dancing along the hem of his pants, the slowly inflating bulge just beneath. Fjord's hips shakily pulse upward into her grasp, impatient for her teasing fingers to get to business. His claws sift through the tendrils of her hair, gripping firmly as he bites her lip, a growl he wasn't even aware of falling between his tusks. Jester moans at the sharp pain; where was this dominance coming from?
"Fjord," she questions, pulling the fastenings of his trousers loose again and stroking him through the tough fabric. Fjord's hip curls to meet her touch, their breath mixing as he sighs her name in kind. They moan as their lips reconnect, his fingers tracing the seam of her ass beneath her bed clothes to spread her cheeks apart, exposing her already damp lips to the chilled night air. She stands on her tip toes to allow him easier access, moaning louder into his mouth; tail whipping through the air. He sucks her lower lip, nibbling before releasing in favor to plunder her mouth again, tongue invasive and thorough.
Jester could barely think past the heat poring out of her ears, her fingers wild and clumsy as they push the articles down, Fjord's Orchood springing forth from their confines. Massaging his engorged balls in one hand the other wastes no time in pampering him with short, sharp twists around his head, sliding his foreskin to and fro. His body shivers at her treatment, eyes rolling back in his head as his claws bite at her sensitive cheeks.
"Ah!" Jester whines, bucking against the sharp pain. "Fjord your.. Your nails," her body twitches hopelessly, so he moves to cup instead, taking a sudden step away from her. She almost loses her balance but manages to catch herself on his shoulder was he drops straight down to his knees, throwing the front of her dress over his back. Jester gaped at him. She had never seen him like this, so eager and impatient and knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Fjord-" she tries to catch him before he can get too carried away but he was already at work. Quite unceremoniously his cool tongue slides along the length of her folds, making the tiefling gasp and splay her legs to make room. "Oooh, Fjord," her voice drips sugar sweet, her hips rolling on his chin as the pointed tip of his tongue rolls back and forth over her clit. Opening his mouth wide again as her fingers find his hair, his tongue reaches back to flatten and spread her folds open, the tip circling and dancing on the threshhold of her sex, teasing her with the smallest semblance of penetration.
Just when she starts tugging on his hair, overstimulated and understimulated all at once, his thick tongue swipes up her folds to her clit to close it between pursed lips and suck hard. "Huh-Holy fuck!" Her voice breaks an octave above normal, knees buckling against his chest, chest heaving. In a matter of a second he had his fingers wet with mouth juices and between her folds. Swiftly rising to her level, her soaked underwears shoved to the side her revels in her quaking moan, his cock pulsing in response, dripping now.
"I'm ready," his voice ghosts along her lips voiceless and dark. It takes her brain a moment to process his words, and the look in his eyes made a good job of keepong them away. Biting her lip again as two fingers part her folds to allow a center one unfettered access, all she can manage is "yes."
Turning her to embrace her back, Fjord wraps his arms around her and pulls her against his chest, dotting kisses and nibbles up and down her periwinkle neck. Jester straddles his cock between her thighs, tail wrapping behind his waist to bat encouraging blows to his back. He laughs as her ministrations, turning her head into a kiss to distract her from his hand returning to her sex, and he swallows her keen.
"You motherfucker- sssnnf!" She bites her lip again, back arching into his chest and sliding down as he finds her clit, shoving under the hood and laying siege to the bundle of nerves beneath. Fjord grinds hard against her ass, letting her drop so his cock slides up between her lips, eventually revealing her entrance to the tip. Using the same hand on her clit to reach back and guide his cock into her, the long wanton sound of That Gasp breaks the night air. She's so breathtakingly wet Fjord struggles to not take her entire depth in a single plunge. He stills himself with his head just inside her pussy as he waits for her to find the right angle, her trembling hands on his hips, helping him find the perfect angle.
"Like that," Jester breathes, her voice enraptured with sensation. Ever so slowly Fjord slides his length into her, her breath growing more ragged by the second, hands tightening on his body. His free hand finds her throat, pulling her up to stay flush to him as the other goes back to her clit, rubbing soft friction into her folds.
Re: Fjord/Jester, rut and cum inflation
Deep in the recesses of his orcish lineage where his more carnal genes lay dormant, he could feel something waking. Not bloodlust, thank the gods, but a primal urge to hunt and conquer... Something. At first Fjord had no clue what goal these instincts were pushing him toward. But as the week progressed and with every glance at the female half of the Nein lingering longer, arousing an ever incresingly animalistic appetite in his loins, he started getting an idea.
They were aesthetically pleasing in their own ways. Beau was wiry and toned, thin and could probably pop his head between her thighs. Yasha, albeit on the masculine side has surprisingly soft features, her muscles smooth and broad under her skin, a complimentary opposite to Beau. Fjord didn't mind occasionally glancing them over either, but his gaze always mulled over Jester most often.
There was something about the curve of her smile, the spark of joy in her eyes that ignited the rest of her bouncy frame, perky and bubbly in all the right ways for this band of bluesy miscreants. These discovered traits made adequate fuel for his personal daydreams when he had privacy to act on them, and they served him well for a time. However he was soon unable to find proper release from just thoughts, the quiet nights thrusting into a tightly squeezed fist growing subpar. His timing grew slug on the battlefield and he suffered for it, as did his comrades more or less.
There was no more denying it. The Orcish Must had begun. For the next fortnight Fjord would be subject to a frenzy of hormones as the need to procreate would take over, rendering his personality to that of a horny teenager's if he wasn't careful. In the past he'd always been in a town where he could just procure some service every night and make do. But on the road, so far from any settlement or establishment... Methods of coping were starting to run out.
Fjord flings the blanket off as impatiently as he can without rousing his compatriots (listening a moment to confirm their stillness), and rises to his feet. Taking one last look over the group he makes his departure into the woods toward a stream in search of more accomodating quarters. Using it as a guide he follows the current for a few minutes, taking the time to enjoy the crisp autumn air, until he comes across the skeletal remains of a stone hut nestled in a clearing. The branch roof caved in long ago, the quarter wall facing the water toppled into the sand, devoid of habitation. A waxing gibbous moon bathed the grounds in the palest white light, casting dancing shards across ankle high ripples and outlining the black trees against the navy blue sky.
'This should do,' Fjord nods affirmatively, reaching for the strings of his trousers before his bulge can split the seam. It pulsed into the brush of his fingertips, eager. Practically ripping them loose his hand dives down the front, relief flooding his blood for just a moment as he grips hard at the engorged flesh, a groan evaporating into the night air as he strokes long and hard up the shaft, head falling back.
"Fjord?"
Shit. A familiar demure voice calls from the edge of the treeline behind him. Fjord freezes, heart pounding in his ears.
"Fjord is that you?" Jester asks again, her voice closer now. Fjord's hand slips from his pants and clumsily tug them closed as best he can before turning to greet her.
"Yeah Jessie, it's me," he calls back, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"What are you doing standing like that in the middle of nowhere? That's creepy," she retorts.
"I'm sorry," he replies, taken aback by her shortness, "I was just looking at the moon." Jester looks at it herself, searching for anything particularly special.
"Yeah, it is kinda pretty tonight I guess," she murmurs. After a moment she shakes her head, reminding herself she's supposed to be angry with him. "Why are you looking at the moon way over here instead of with everybody else?" She asks approaching him. He's suddenly glad for the dimness of night, thankful for the concealing nature of its shadows.
"I-I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. Why are you so upset?" He asked, hoping to keep her attention from wandering.
"Because you didn't tell anyone where you were going," she replies, "and that's a stupid thing to do. Especially after what happened to Molly-" she catches herself, pressing her palms together in front of her mouth, brows furrowed over her closed eyes. "I know you're strong enough to take care of yourself. But you are *by* yourself, and who knows what could be creeping around out here."
Fjord's gaze falls. "That.. Hadn't occurred to me. I didn't think it would upset you this badly; I was only going to be gone for a minute. But you're right. I'm sorry Jessie," he gives her an apologetic glance, reaching up to gently squeeze her shoulder.
"At least tell me next time, okay?" she sighs, stepping past his grasp to embrace him, holding him tight. "I really don't want to lose-" Fjord's lips press together to stifle a yelp, eyes widening as he feels her body press against his bulge. Jester pauses a long moment and leans more of her weight into him, flattening the shallow tent between his thighs, affirming what she felt. "You?" She mews.
"Jes--" he grabs her shoulders with both hands and pushes her a step back, holding her with shivering hands as he fumbles to keep his composure, cheeks burning. Jester fans her face and giggles like a school girl, but Fjord can see her blush too.
"So you 'couldn't sleep' huh? Now I get it. It's okay Fjord, don't worry, I'd have a 'hard' time sleeping too if I had to deal with That!" She sniggers, tail wagging with mirth behind her as she dances.
"Jester," Fjord grumbles, "please-"
"Please what? Lend a hand?" It was meant as a flirtatious joke and treated it as such. But when his typically agitated 'don't' was replaced by a propositional 'well,' It was her turn to look shocked. "What?" She squeaks, staring at him like a deer in headlights.
Fjord is looking at the ground now like a shy little boy, his cheeks flaring dark. "Now that you mention it... I could use a.. A favor from you, Jessie." Before they met Beau and the rest of the Nein it wasn't a rare occurrence for either of them to do favors for one another. The road got lonely, and after spending so much of your time with only one other person, you get to know them quite well after a while. Their likes, their dislikes, preferences, hard limits, and they learned yours. It was an unspoken pact between them that had never really come to a formal end. The predatory glint in his bright honey eyes boring through her violet ones suggested that he was hoping, almost needing, to rekindle that part of their past. It sent a bolt of heat down to her very core, starting a small fire in her own nethers and she decided if she was curious enough to ask, she was curious enough to be shown her answer instead of told. She bites her lip as she stares back into him.
"Okay," was all she could manage.
"Thank you, Jester," he pants, and with that, Fjord leans in and captures her lips hot and heavy with his own, his enthusiasm making her squeal, heart exploding beneath her breast. Fjord's grip tightens on her skin, tilting his head and they're suddenly so much closer now, her body leaning into his again. She can't help it as her eyes roll shut, her fingertips dancing along the hem of his pants, the slowly inflating bulge just beneath. Fjord's hips shakily pulse upward into her grasp, impatient for her teasing fingers to get to business. His claws sift through the tendrils of her hair, gripping firmly as he bites her lip, a growl he wasn't even aware of falling between his tusks. Jester moans at the sharp pain; where was this dominance coming from?
"Fjord," she questions, pulling the fastenings of his trousers loose again and stroking him through the tough fabric. Fjord's hip curls to meet her touch, their breath mixing as he sighs her name in kind. They moan as their lips reconnect, his fingers tracing the seam of her ass beneath her bed clothes to spread her cheeks apart, exposing her already damp lips to the chilled night air. She stands on her tip toes to allow him easier access, moaning louder into his mouth; tail whipping through the air. He sucks her lower lip, nibbling before releasing in favor to plunder her mouth again, tongue invasive and thorough.
Jester could barely think past the heat poring out of her ears, her fingers wild and clumsy as they push the articles down, Fjord's Orchood springing forth from their confines. Massaging his engorged balls in one hand the other wastes no time in pampering him with short, sharp twists around his head, sliding his foreskin to and fro. His body shivers at her treatment, eyes rolling back in his head as his claws bite at her sensitive cheeks.
"Ah!" Jester whines, bucking against the sharp pain. "Fjord your.. Your nails," her body twitches hopelessly, so he moves to cup instead, taking a sudden step away from her. She almost loses her balance but manages to catch herself on his shoulder was he drops straight down to his knees, throwing the front of her dress over his back. Jester gaped at him. She had never seen him like this, so eager and impatient and knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Fjord-" she tries to catch him before he can get too carried away but he was already at work. Quite unceremoniously his cool tongue slides along the length of her folds, making the tiefling gasp and splay her legs to make room. "Oooh, Fjord," her voice drips sugar sweet, her hips rolling on his chin as the pointed tip of his tongue rolls back and forth over her clit. Opening his mouth wide again as her fingers find his hair, his tongue reaches back to flatten and spread her folds open, the tip circling and dancing on the threshhold of her sex, teasing her with the smallest semblance of penetration.
Just when she starts tugging on his hair, overstimulated and understimulated all at once, his thick tongue swipes up her folds to her clit to close it between pursed lips and suck hard. "Huh-Holy fuck!" Her voice breaks an octave above normal, knees buckling against his chest, chest heaving. In a matter of a second he had his fingers wet with mouth juices and between her folds. Swiftly rising to her level, her soaked underwears shoved to the side her revels in her quaking moan, his cock pulsing in response, dripping now.
"I'm ready," his voice ghosts along her lips voiceless and dark. It takes her brain a moment to process his words, and the look in his eyes made a good job of keepong them away. Biting her lip again as two fingers part her folds to allow a center one unfettered access, all she can manage is "yes."
Turning her to embrace her back, Fjord wraps his arms around her and pulls her against his chest, dotting kisses and nibbles up and down her periwinkle neck. Jester straddles his cock between her thighs, tail wrapping behind his waist to bat encouraging blows to his back. He laughs as her ministrations, turning her head into a kiss to distract her from his hand returning to her sex, and he swallows her keen.
"You motherfucker- sssnnf!" She bites her lip again, back arching into his chest and sliding down as he finds her clit, shoving under the hood and laying siege to the bundle of nerves beneath. Fjord grinds hard against her ass, letting her drop so his cock slides up between her lips, eventually revealing her entrance to the tip. Using the same hand on her clit to reach back and guide his cock into her, the long wanton sound of That Gasp breaks the night air. She's so breathtakingly wet Fjord struggles to not take her entire depth in a single plunge. He stills himself with his head just inside her pussy as he waits for her to find the right angle, her trembling hands on his hips, helping him find the perfect angle.
"Like that," Jester breathes, her voice enraptured with sensation. Ever so slowly Fjord slides his length into her, her breath growing more ragged by the second, hands tightening on his body. His free hand finds her throat, pulling her up to stay flush to him as the other goes back to her clit, rubbing soft friction into her folds.
Part 2 to follow
-PaperAnomaly