Brothers in Arms Chapter 3: Crashing the Party
Brothers in Arms (3 of 4) – Crashing the Party ==============================================
A continuation of Brothers in Arms and Champion of the Horde.
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More than just being a simple mercenary; Ake felt that his relationship with Durotan has deepened since that night in his longhouse. The two remember it vividly, and it was a great experience for them both. Now, moons have past, and the two had grown distant slightly.
Ake sat up on his bed - he was at his house in Whiterun.
The house he bought was alright, it served its purpose, but he's been saving up his cash from mercenary work for the mansion in Markath - and when he gets his hands on it, he'd be sure to invite Durotan and all his orc friends!
That's if, he still remembers who he is.
To Ake, sex with an orc was a big thing. It was something he's fantasised for a very long time, and acted out time and time again in his mind.
But to Durotan, who knows, maybe he was just there for a quick fuck and nothing more.
Ake mentally scolded himself for to be looking on the experience as a bad thing; he should be happy that he's finally fulfilled that sexual fantasy!
The Nord tweezed his head of hair a bit as he thought about Durotan's sexy, scarred and bronzed hairy chest and how he got to share cum with him - that thick tongue coiling with his...
His cock jutted upwards, prompting his attention. Ake sighed, "I suppose a quick fap won't do any harm..."
--The Next Morning--
As Ake was getting himself prepared for the day, he noticed a letter sealed and addressed to him besides the door. Cocking an eyebrow, he picked it up and flicked the letter over.
It was sealed with a horn, which was a bit strange. What could it possibly entail?
"Ake,
I hope this letter reaches you well.
It's Durotan writing. You know, the orc with whom you shared so much love and passion with? I hope to pay that in return.
Today is a momentous day for my tribe, as we have at last received the blessing of Malacath! This means that other tribes will look proudly upon us, and it just won't be the orcs either...
Ake, I intend to invite you to a meeting with the trolls.
Yes, we intend to extend our trade deals and services to them - and we'd be happy if they end up co-operating. You are a prime example of what we can do as a team. If the trolls see that, we're set to expand and prosper! But, in reality, this will be a fun meeting - very informal... and, once are decisions are made, we are set to engage in a celebration...
Do you remember when we `celebrated' together?
Mark my words, I will make sure your hole is plugged up with some troll meat.
See me tonight."
- Durotan
Ake's face lit up with delight.
A meeting with a new beast tribe entirely, the trolls - all possible thanks to the blessing from Malacath. And, from the sounds of it, it won't just be an ordinary "business" meeting either.
Ake set about to readying his equipment and tools for the journey as fast as possible.
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It was a long journey, but it was going to be worth it - Ake just knew it! In retrospect, it was a long journey, but Ake had been daydreaming far too much while on his way there to make sense of the time. He was lost in thoughts of having sex with manly trolls and muscular orcs - all to create one big manly, sweaty fuckpile once all the politics and trade deals are out of the way. Well, that was the plan anyway.
To the trolls, maybe it is a celebration of drink and nothing more. The orcs are a horny, virile race in Skyrim - as they were soon to find out...
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Once he arrived, Durotan greeted him warmly with a pat on the back and a small greeting kiss - much to the surprise of Ake.
"Glad you could come, my sexy Nord."
Ake's face reddened as he was given affectionate attention from his long time crush.
Despite engaging in a sexual encounter, Ake was still astounded by how manly Durotan actually is. He took a moment out of his reviere to admire the form of the orc.
Durotan raised an eyebrow upon seeing Ake's blazing eyes, lit with a fire of pure lust and hunger.
"You admiring me, hm?" Even though he barely spoke above a whisper, Durotan's voice still boomed deep.
This fact alone was enough to make Ake sport a tent in his pants as he ogled the magnificent sculpture of his would-be lover - travelling a hand through his strands of brown chest hair, catching continued heavy whiffs of his musk as he looked upon the bronze, battle scarred body of the warrior. Durotan's large hand gripped his, and that was enough to send Ake tumbling back to reality.
He cast his glance around him - two green orcs stood by Durotan, there lips clenched in anticipation and handsome, dark eyes focused on Ake.
One of them rest a hand on Durotan's shoulder,
"This is the Nord you was talking about?"
"Aye, it is," Durotan looked at Ake's worried face with charm, and winked at him.
Ake picked up on the hint: it seems that these two trolls are liking the attention their commander receives...
"But now is not the time for sexual indulgement." Ake's face fell as Durotan began rounding up his spokesmen for the meeting. "Perhaps another time, I can get personal with Durotan again..."
Ake smiled at the two orcs, who nodded gruffly at him.
"We won't be attending the meeting, I'm afraid. We're not much, in the way of words," one orc said to him.
The other orc gripped his shoulder tightly, and groped Ake's bulge in his leather pants. Looking hornily at him, he licked his lips and flexed his arms in front of the slutty Nord - the large bicep curling up with veins in all the right places, and exposing those thick dark hairs beneath to unravel.
"But we never forget about these bad boys!"
Ake nearly came then and there: from the looks he was being given, to the teasing, the flexing, and the copious amount of armpit hair these orcs grow.
It wasn't until Durotan shouted him over to the emissary that he knew he should've jacked off this morning....
"Dealing with all these sexy men is too hard..."
--The Meeting--
In the meeting, it was easy for Durotan to kick back and relax while his spokesmen were hitting all the right words and plans for him and his tribe.
Ake has always been interested in politics, but this time - his attention mostly focused on the trolls. He had rarely seen them in Skyrim - as they were a race who mostly kept to themselves, and away from the presence of man and orc alike. Now, though, it seems like this meeting was going to change their minds.
The table was set with food, goblets, beer, wine - and other assortments. Since it was a special time for the trolls: known as "Halloween" (a period of time where they worship their deity - Krampus), pumpkins and candles were distributed across the table.
Since Durotan was essentially delegated to nodding every once in a while for the time being, in the midst of the negotiations, Durotan looked seductively at Ake, prodding his thick finger through a pumpkin, then taking it out and licking the residue of the pumpkin. Ake simultaneously giggled and cringed at Durotan - trying to keep his cool under the serious conversation that was taking place.
However, the sight of these trolls were enough to keep Ake's dick distracted from Durotan's teasing. That is to say, he is distracted in all manner of sexual thoughts...
He had a feeling that he would stay constantly semi-hard to erect throughout this meeting.
At the end of the table, looking directly across to Ake and Durotan, is the leader of the troll tribe. He sat naked, along with his two troll guards. "Why are they naked? Must be tradition or something..."
Ake was too busy looking at their nether regions secretly to pay attention to what was actually being said. Two trolls sat opposite him, on the side of the table, seemed to have nice, thick, pink uncut cocks. Ake sometimes made an excuse to sit up and fidget in his seat just to take a closer look at of their cocks.
Eventually, one troll picked up on this - and swiveled his head, smirking at him as he caught him in the act of looking at his crotch region. Ake was obviously quite flustered and hastily grabbed the nearest goblet to him, poured some grape cider, pretending like nothing had happened.
However, he could swear that delicious uncut cock of the troll jolted slightly everytime his eyes would lay upon it.
The trolls had shamanic tattoos on their skin, each being drawn as a certain animal to represent what a member is like in their tribe. Not to mention, they had smooth, long and toned bodies. Trolls are certainly not as brutish-looking as the orcs, but they certainly had well defined bodies and large biceps. Ake noticed that they smelt different too - not earthy, but more... animalistic, like they've rolled around in a bundle of hay.
Every time the leader would finish glancing around the room when he's speaking, Ake would get an eyeful of that huge black pubic bush. The hair was pitch black, and looked like it had a curly, thick texture. He just hoped he was able to get a proper view of the cock and balls beneath the table...
"Must be musky as hell..." Ake whispered to himself, slightly adjusting the bulge in his pants below the table as he sat in his cushioned chair like the others.
Duraton picked up on Ake speaking, who sat beside him, and nudged him with an elbow, "Hmm? What's that?"
Ake grunted to himself out of frustration and shyly looked away.
"I-It's nothing, really..."
The troll leader, Marccus, noticed this and cleared his throat.
"Durotan."
Marccus stood up suddenly, exposing his bare lower region to all recipients all the table. The two orc shamans, who acted as Durotan's spokesmen, awkwardly shuffled in their seat and tried to look away from the troll leader's plump, blue uncut cock which put their pride to shame.
Ake gasped and held his hand over his mouth, getting an eyeful of the huge pubic bush and the thick, long blue uncut cock that was flaccid (it had to be about 5 inches when soft), sprouting from the dark curly forest.
"Need I remind you of your place in this negotiation? You are the leader of your own tribe, you are pleading towards us, and you would let yourself get distracted by your Nord boyfriend?"
Poor Ake was pretty much stricken by shock at the fact that these trolls think Durotan is his mate... more so to the fact that they know it.
"Just how much has Durotan planned?" Ake thought to himself, looking over to Durotan with a quizzical look.
Durotan trembled under that deep, silky voice of the troll leader and his command. He stood up with him, and dismissed his two Orc shamans away.
"Perhaps it is best if I take matters into my own hands, then."
Marccus smirked devilishly with pride, and crossed his sinewy arms over his broad, muscular chest.
"Quite so. Seeing as you thought yourself safe from the negotiations, from where you could tease your boyfriend all you liked, it is about time I go over everything said in this meeting."
He gestured to his seat, sitting down, and reached for the roll of parchment and pen from the table. While doing so, Ake could've swore he saw a pitch black mass of hair underneath his arms. Even when Marccus (the name of the orc leader) had his arms by his sides, the hair creeped out from underneath...
More boring talking, and an endless amount of parchment to sign. He looked over to the two trolls he ogled over earlier, and they were in the midst of dozing off. The closest troll close to him, the one who had sent him a mischievous wink earlier, opened his eyes to find Ake's gaze transfixed on him. But instead of looking away, he smiled warmly at him - those green eyes of his seemed to be aflame with lust... Ake heard him chuckle, and tap his friend beside him - who also looked straight through him, sending him a smirk. Then, out of nowhere, both trolls put their arms behind their heads and exposed the deep pit of hair beneath.
Ake got the full effect of their musk instantly: it smelt like hay, like they were working out or something beforehand. Peering closely, Ake could also see strands of sweat embroiled deep within those dark hairs. Ake brought his hand down his pants, and fondled at his hard cock while the boring negotiations continued. The two trolls did the same, looking at Ake like they were hunting down prey - delving in their thick forests to fetch out their hard cocks, slowly and secretly jack off with each other.
A deep, almost deliberately loud cough shook the three admirers out of their eye worship, to see Marccus looking at them.
"It seems you three are eager to start our celebrations."
Ake looked at Durotan, who seemed bored out of his mind - but nonetheless pleased that the negotiations were finally over.
"Oh thank goodness, it's finally over..."
"From here on out, the orc tribe of Durotan's will become our friend, ally - and invaluable resource. But first..."
Marccus stood up, and slapped all 9 inches of his thick, uncut troll meat on the table.
"We must make a pact."
Realisation dawned over Ake - perhaps this is the trolls' way of saying `thanks'? The nord noticed the two trolls, who teased him earlier, walk over to their leader. Marccus promptly exposed his hairy, bushy armpits to the world and his two troll companions took a pit each - both of them licking as deep as the hair goes, and rolling their face all within the hot, musky depths.
"Ake, come over here," Durotan grunted out, and stepped in front of Marccus with a lusty smile.
Marccus pushed Durotan over the table on his back, with his muscular back crashing into the wood and nearly spilling a few goblets in the process.
Durotan winced as he looked up at the menacing, troll leader. He slid all 9 inches of his cock on Durotan's own cock - repeated thrusts causing precum to leak on both cocks and on Durotan's treasure trail while his thick orc manhood was dominated by the sheer length of a troll.
"`Yer not soft, ain't `ya...", Durotan said, seeing the dark, handsome face of Marccus stare down at him like a piece of meat as he wordlessly rubbed his fat cock against another.
A soft thrust, with Marccus rubbing his fat cockhead against Durotan's exposed tip sent a wave of pleasure and submission over the orc.
"Fuck... You hit all the right spots, you brute."
Ake was stood there by the sidelines, looking rather shocked and... Horny as fuck. Like the rest of the men (just him, Durotan, Marccus and the two trolls now), he had his cock out and it was the raging like mad. After all this teasing, pretense, and looking at manly men all day... He was glad to engage in their celebration. Now he knows why Durotan invited him.
The troll with the snake tattoo, the one who was so intimate with him during the meeting, invited Ake over whilst he was still eating the musk out of his master's armpit.
As Marccus was busy frotting Durotan, rubbing and fingering his cock with complete dominance - the troll exerted all that effort and it transmuted into, pure, sweaty, manly musk in his pits. There was no end to how manly this guy smelled!
The snake-tattooed troll departed from the hairy, musky depths of his master's pit with a large inhalation of musk. When he drew his head back, his face was completely flushed and it almost looked he was on drugs. Strands of hair covered the troll's face, no doubt that was from the armpit...
"He's all yours now, nord slut." The troll huffed out and beckoned to the pit that was still exposed to the air.
"Hmm, I can't leave a hairy pit like that to go un-worshipped." Ake said, feeling the troll (who he swapped places with) grasp him from behind and fondle his cock and rake a hand through his blonde pubes. Then he smothered Ake's head in his master's pit.
Ake tried to gasp out, but all his got was a mouthful of curly black hair.
His cock hardened greatly from the musk, and the gentle stroking his new troll friend is giving him - his eyes are watering from the sheer strength of the smell and, all around him, was musky - sweaty hair, thick as he's ever seen it.
"This is heaven...!"
Meanwhile, Durotan was sitting upright while his cock was still being completely dominated by Marccus's. Though he tried to thrust in time with the troll, the sheer sexual libido and strength of the troll was too much for him to take control of the situation.
"Go on, admit defeat..." Marccus took Duraton's head in his hands, looked him straight in the eye, and snogged him - the two of them interlocking tusks and tongues together with love, lust and a desire for each other.
The other troll who was worshipping his pit, noticed this and he whimpered out in delight.
"Fuck, that's so hot... Go on, dominate that bitch orc - Marccus!"
Ake noticed how the tribal troll behind him poked his thick dick at the tip of his asshole, the male smothering his head further in that mass of musky goodness; the manliest pit hair Ake has ever experienced - even muskier and more animal than an orc's!
The troll behind him growled into his ear: "We're going to mark you bitches as our property. Trolls will rule over you."
Then both the troll and Marccus went inside their respective bitches at the same time.
For Ake, getting that thick troll cock in was hard - but, oh gods, did it feel good. The thickness stretched him out in all the right ways, and it wasn't until it was only halfway in - that he truly felt how long and thick that monster is.
"Do it..." Ake moaned, looking behind him to see the troll smirking with mad pleasure, using both large hands to part his bubble butt to expose that tight, slutty Nord asshole.
"I want to feel your pubes press down on me!"
Durotan, however, was struggling with the penetration.
"Oh gods, oh please go a bit slower will `ya?! Bloody brute..."
He's not had as much experience as Ake, but he's certainly taking it well.
Marccus used both hands to grope and part that delicious, muscular ass to his hungry cock.
Durotan had a pretty hairy ass, and - with the thick black bush of the troll leader - everything down there was sure to become a huge mass of hair and sweat eventually.
Marccus slapped his ass a bit, and jammed his cock further in Durotan to elicit a pained gasp from the orc.
"Don't be such a whiner. I thought orcs were strong."
Durotan seethed with rage, his teeth and tusks bared to the muscular troll.
However, under such circumstances, acting as the dominant one was a futile effort...
The troll commander knew that he secretly enjoyed this - and it did start to feel good after a while...
It was a fuckpile as Ake predicted - sweaty, manly and smelly. The deep grunts of the trolls and squelching sound of cock meeting ass was music to their ears. Not many words were said; as they didn't have to say anything. Only take care of their cocks - reach their carnal desires, fulfill them, and look forward to a long night of celebration...
A cry pierced throughout the area. But it was a bestial cry - like a monster?!
Marcus's looked rather displeased at the interruption, pulling his cock back from Durotan's ass (which locked it in a vice grip) and beckoning his men to get his gear and fight.
But as soon as Marccus issued the order, a large hulking were-worgen came flying out of the hedge with its claws bared and huge knotted cock out in the open air, fully erect, and leaking precum like a faucet.
Ake pulled back from the steamy and sweaty pit, and - once his vision recovered from all the sweat that had drenched him - he managed to get a full view of the were-worgen.
It was pitch black, much like the pubic hairs on the trolls, and was muscular and sinewy.
It's cock had to be 10 inches long - more than Marcuss's.
It sniffed in, sensing the strong musk of the troll in front of him, and jammed his cock right up his asshole in one fell swoop.
Marccus cried out in pain and, subsequently, fell forward onto Durotan and began pissing all over him from the tight pressure on his prostate.
Durotan, thankfully, was all too happy with these turn of events. He exhaled a loud moan of pleasure as Marcuss pissed all over him like a beast.
Marcuss looked apologetically at Durotan as the beast was fucking his tight hole like a pussy. Ake could see the rim of the troll's hole clamp down on that knotted monster everytime he pulled back - and those furry huge black balls were crashing into his soft bum with each thrust.
Durotan laughed and began pissing on Marccus's pubes and stomach as an act of sweet, sweet revenge.
It was a bit hard for him to roar out in laughter as his ass was getting a fucking of a lifetime thanks to the worgen.
Thanks to the continued spanking of the troll, and the much needed mind-blowing fuck that the troll is giving right now, Durotan's ass was reddened with palm marks and his asshole was pretty stretched out.
The loud, primal grunts of the beast made it hard for the men to utter out words now that their party had essentially been crashed by the big black beast.
Ake took his cock in hand, and angled it towards Durotan.
The two trolls sent him looks of approval, shuffling over to him. Their faces, much like his, had random bits of armpit hair stuck on them. Ake found out that, whenever he licked his lips, he would taste Marccus's musk on them...
"Well, that could've gone worse," Ake said - releasing his bladder upon Durotan with his follow troll friends who stood beside him in an arm hug.
"You guys are literally intoxicated by that brute's musk!" Durotan cried out, revelling in the golden shower he was receiving by extending his arms to expose his dense pits of hair, hidden beneath muscled biceps. All that got wet with piss too.
"Oooh, I don't think Marccus much of a brute right now. More of a bitch, to be honest," said Ake - straddling across Durotan's piss sodden stomach, and running his hands through the damp leg hair before leaning down to sniff his bush. Although Marccus's relentless fucking) made it hard to keep his balance (thanks to the force of the were-worgen), he did manage to spear himself on his lover's cock eventually - pummelling down his fat shaft entirely with his thick ass.
It wasn't until an arc of piss hit Ake that he realised what was happening to him. The two orcs were pissing on Durotan and him!
Mostly, they were aiming at Durotan because he was the bitch of the tribe after all.
It filled the two trolls up with pride to see their leader taking dominance over the brutish orcs. "Heh, little cocksleeve - ain't ya?"
Marccus said, finally gaining enough composure from the were-worgen's rough fucking to continue his ass assault at full-force.
"You're my little cumslut, aren't you? Say it!"
Durotan reeked of piss, and added to his natural orc smell, the resultant smell would definitely knock somebody out!
It was too much for the troll leader to bear: the tight clenches of that muscular ass, the smell of pure piss and musk hanging in the air and on everyone's bodies, along with the added prostrate smothering that he's receiving from the horned up were-worgen, who was slobbering all over his body as he fucked him, he came all inside his muscular orc bitch - to the point where even cum was dripping out of his freshly de-virginised and stretched asshole.
It seems that these negotiations have gone well.
But what would await next?