Medieval Mischief

Riley didn’t know what she was doing here. She didn’t know what had made her go there, all she knew was she was hot. Hot for the men around her and hot for the women who would follow the men. But most of all knowing how she was viewed by those people made her feel as if she was on fire.

It had all begun a few weeks earlier when the village raid horns had sounded. Riley like many others had rushed to get to the town hall in hopes of gaining safety from the attackers whilst the men who could went to protect the village. The sounds of fighting and shouting had ceased and Riley had moved from the place she was hiding to go and look out the door. The others in the hall moved to the darker areas in hopes of not being seen. The door opened a crack and let in a sliver of light, not seeing anything. The door was opened more and more and then a shadow crossed through the door frame. She took a deep breath in and held it not wanting to make any noise and the shadow disappeared, Riley let out a deep breath and then screamed as a large figure kicked in the door and backhanded her round the face, everything grew dark and she dropped to the ground feeling only the sensation of two hands grabbing her and her being thrown over the things shoulder.

She awoke to the light of a campfire and heard gruff voices speaking. She looked around and saw a few others like her tied up with ripped clothes and cuts and bruises. Her eyes widened with surprise and anxiety when she saw not just a naked woman but also a man and began to question what had happened to them and if she faced a similar fate. She heard movement and looked up to see an orc sitting all the prisoners up and looking them all up and down. They turned and stared at her and she began to hear murmuring and could feel orcs staring at her. She looked around and for the first time noticed the bulges the orc had beneath each of the rags they wore around their waists.

She looked around and could feel the warmth between her legs growing, twitching, and getting slicker with every moment that passed. She had been interrupted when the raid had started. She began to smile and looked around. “So” she said “Why have you taken me?” The orcs grumbled and turned towards their camp fire. She quickly realised that the orcs wouldn’t give away anything about where they were going or where they were. She looked around to try and gain an idea of her surroundings. she saw some makeshift shelters, horses, food and some water. all the supplies for a short camp. She kept moving around trying to not go near her captors. She shuffled back over to the tent with the other towns people and saw how tight their bonds were and felt the tightness of her own on her wrists. She wasn’t sure why her own ankles hadn’t been bound. “I think we can both help each other here” Riley said to the orcs “If you help me out of these I can help you with something” “what could you help us with?” laughed one of the orcs. “If you untie our wrist bonds me and the other you have back there, I can help you with an evident problem” she replied.

Riley knew that she wasn’t the most liked person in her village. she was looked down upon and knew many people in the village called her a harlot and while she preferred the term pleasurable company, they were right. but she could never say she didn’t enjoy her life. She enjoyed the pleasure and how the men looked at her. She was quickly brought back by an orc walking over to her. “And what problem might that be?” he said in a harsh tone. She looked down at his bulge again. He followed her eyes and she saw them narrow. “Up” he commanded. She stood up and let him guide her to the tent on the other side of the village. This was made from animal skins and she could tell it was for he orcs. She was lead through the entrance and stood there waiting. the orc who had taken her explained what she had said and then she saw him gesture towards her. The largest orc got up and walked over to her and looked her up and down. “What is it you want then?” he asked “For mine and the other prisoners wrists to be released” she said quickly. He laughed “And what is it you will give us in return to prompt such an act of generosity?” “Well I can see that it seems you haven’t spent time with a woman recently, I have a solution for this.” she said with a sultry voice. She looked down to see a rise beneath his cloth.

She dropped to her knees before he could give a response and lifted his covering revealing his throbbing cock. She looked up at him and took his head in her mouth. she began bobbing her head taking him deeper and deeper each time. She slowed and took her head all the way back. She smiled and opened her mouth all he way and began taking him deeper into her throat. She began to go faster again but then stopped. She let out a small cough and he let out a small moan followed by a laugh. “Not used to this size huh? Well you will be when I’m done with you” he thrusted his hips for her to start again. She went faster allowing her spit to lubricate him even more. She looked down realising that her sloppiness had caused her breasts to become partially visible through the white shirt she was wearing. she stopped to readjust it but almost instantly the orc had shoved himself down her throat again further this time. She relaxed herself allowing it all down her throat lightly gagging and gasping. She kept sucking, her eyes rolling back in her head as she did so. he pulled himself out much to her surprise and as she looked up he came, glazing her face.

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*this is part one. Depending on feedback I may upload the other parts but it may take some time.*

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