What Do the Orcs Hunt?
WHAT DO THE ORCS HUNT?
Two virgin omegas tell each other naughty stories and soothe each other’s needs.
Jarl handed Rune the bottle and stretched out on his back. He crossed his legs, folding his arms under his head. Rune had always admired his friend’s unwavering confidence and ease. Jarl was clever and handsome, and Rune was neither of those things.
Rune drank, swallowing deep gulps of the liquor. It burned his throat and his eyes teared up, but he managed not to cough.
He offered the bottle back to his friend, but Jarl shook his head.
“Nah, I’m good. Put it in the backpack.”
Rune did as he was told. “Won’t your granddad miss it?”
Jarl scoffed. “He has an entire cellar filled with the stuff.”
Huh . Rune’s family rarely drank any alcohol. His omega father said drunkenness was a sin. He said that about a lot of things.
Trying to mimic his friend’s relaxed stance, Rune lay down on his back and glanced at the sky. The fire flickered weakly, the light not strong enough to outshine the stars.
“Do you know why they call it a hunting cabin?” Jarl suddenly asked.
They were camping only a short walk away from the cliffs, behind which roared a wild river, and on the other side of that river was a meadow. At the other end of the meadow stood the hunting cabin. In all the times Rune had gone camping with his friend, they’d never strayed so close to the water before. He could hear it in the distance.
“The orcs stay at the cabin when they go hunting,” he said. Were they staying there now?
“Sure. But what do they hunt?”
“Deer, boars, and rabbits.”
Jarl snorted. “Nope.”
“They don’t hunt wolves. I know that. Wolf meat doesn’t taste good.”
“They don’t hunt animals at all.”
Rune turned and looked at Jarl. He was confused. His friend was grinning at the sky.
Bears didn’t live around here, and Rune couldn’t imagine strong, imposing alpha orcs chasing after squirrels. “What do they hunt?” he asked.
“Omegas. Like you and me.”
That didn’t make sense. “There aren’t any omegas in the forests around the cabin.”
“We’re here now.”
Rune gulped. Jarl was surely messing with him. “Orcs don’t eat people.”
Jarl laughed. “Rune, I love you like a brother, but you’re so simple.”
Rune didn’t like Jarl’s haughty tone, but since he knew he was less smart than Jarl, he didn’t protest. His alpha father said that it was no good if omegas were too clever.
“The orcs go out at night and prowl around the villages,” Jarl continued in a low voice. “They find virgin omegas before their first heat and bring them to the cabin.”
“But no omegas have disappeared from our village. Not even from Burrough or High Oaks. People talk. We would have heard about it.”
“Nobody knows because the omegas always return before anyone looks for them.”
“And they don’t say anything?”
Jarl shook his head. “Nope.”
“But why do they do it?”
“Why do orcs hunt virgin omegas?”
Rune nodded. This sounded serious. If it was true, they should tell someone. Someone should stop it from happening again.
“In the forest behind the cabin grows a tree that’s taller than any other,” Jarl said. “It’s the biggest tree for miles around. It’s their sacred tree. They believe they need to give it things so it grows and thrives.”
“What things?”
Jarl was silent. At first, Rune waited, knowing his friend was toying with him. But then he couldn’t wait any longer.
“What things?” he pressed. “Tell me.”
“Virgin omega seed.”
A warm flush spread on Rune’s neck and cheeks. Jarl often talked about things Rune never dared to mention. It fascinated him and made him ashamed and all tingly. His breaths were coming fast.
“They capture a virgin omega, tie him to the tree, and make him come so his cum seeps into the ground. They believe that unless the omega is fucked by an alpha cock, he remains pure. So they drain his balls as much as they can with their mouths and hands.” Lowering his voice, Jarl added ominously, “At first.”
“They hurt him?” Rune’s heart was beating faster.
“Nuh-uh. I guess he’s scared at first. But those hunky, almost naked orcs soon make him all hot and bothered. After a few licks and fingerings, most omegas beg for more.”
Rune squeezed his legs together. He’d seen orcs in town, and they were huge. Tall, wiry, with massive arms. Their green skin stretched over their muscles, and they had tusks like wild boars. They wore colorful beads in their hair and golden rings in their noses and ears or even sometimes in their nipples. They looked wild and dangerous. When Rune had dared to look between their legs, he’d been shocked. Most wore only a cloth, which barely covered their huge junk.
“It must hurt,” he whispered.
“Maybe the very first time, it does hurt a little. But orcs have great dicks. Every alpha has this thing on the underside of his cock that moves and pulses when he’s aroused. When that thing gets inside an omega, it makes him come over and over.”
Images popped up in Rune’s head that made him unable to speak.
“If the omega wants, and most do, the orcs take turns with him until he’s all fucked out. Then they let him sleep, and in the morning, they release him. Unless he’s up for another round.”
“How do you know this?” Rune was glad it was dark because he was blushing fiercely. His ass felt weird. All itchy and wet.
“I’ve been there,” Jarl said and looked straight at Rune. He was smirking.
Rune gasped. “You’ve seen it happen?”
“No. I’ve been there. Tied to that tree. I’m not a virgin anymore.”
Gaping, Rune didn’t know what to say. That wasn’t possible. Was it?
“They…took you?”
“Yeah. They grabbed me when I was walking home last Friday. Carried me through the forest and over the river like a parcel. Then they tied me to that tree. They took off my pants, began touching my ass, and licked me there until I came. When my dick spurted at the foot of their tree, they cheered and hollered.”
Rune was hypnotized by the story. “How many were they?”
“Five alphas. Six and a half feet tall, huge beasts with dicks like bulls. The leader was even taller, and his cock was the size of my forearm.”
“And you let them…you know…”
“When they held me spread out and licked my ass, I got all loose and open. My hole leaked slick, and my cock tingled. It felt so fucking good. I don’t remember how many times they made me come. When I was empty, coming dry, the leader held his cock to my face and ordered me to suck the head. He came into my mouth, a massive load, and I ate it all. Orc cum tastes like the cream on a cake, I swear. It’s much thicker than human seed, and they have so much of it in their huge sacks that it fills you up better than any dinner. I really liked it. Only a little while after I ate it, my balls filled, getting swollen and heavy. And the orcs were at it again. Licking me deep and pushing their fingers inside me until I wailed and sobbed with pleasure. They milked me like a cow.”
Rune gulped. His throat was dry, but his asshole was wet. His cock had gotten hard in his pants.
What if the orcs captured him one day?
“When I had four loads of their cum in my stomach, I was begging for it. They untied me, and I got on all fours, waving my ass in the air. Couldn’t help it. I think there’s something in their cum that makes humans horny. The first dick felt like a hot poker, but then it started moving inside me, and I came again like a fountain. Fucking is great, Rune. The best thing ever. Once you get a dick in you, you can’t get enough. I pleaded with them to never stop.”
“And they…did that to you, all five of them?”
“Yeah. They took me from behind and fucked my mouth, and when I got weak from coming, they held me up for each other. By the end of it all, I was full of their cum. It was leaking from the corners of my mouth and from my hole, and my stomach was bloated so much I looked fucking pregnant. I was so fucked out I couldn’t clench my asshole shut. When I couldn’t move anymore, they threw some animal skins over me, and I slept like a log.”
“And then?” Rune piped. He was horrified, but he wanted to hear more.
“In the morning, I saw the leader walking around naked, his big dick half hard. I was hungry, so I asked to suck it and he let me. When I had his cum in my belly, I got all eager again, so he called his friends. They each took their turn in my ass before they sent me on my way. I was shitting orc cum for days, but it was so worth it.” Jarl squeezed his bulge through his pants and sighed. “It’s making me horny just thinking about it.”
For some reason, Rune was a little annoyed at his friend. Was Jarl joking? Had he made it all up? Or did omegas from the valley really lose their virginity to the orcs and nobody knew? He thought of his other friends, his cousins, and the pretty young farm boys he knew from church. Had any of them been through the same?
Jarl was still touching his cock through his pants.
“Why don’t you go back for more?” Rune asked, his tone sharper than he intended.
But Jarl only chuckled. “Not a virgin anymore, remember? They wouldn’t want me. Besides, they’re only there when it’s a full moon.”
“I’m a virgin,” Rune stated. He didn’t know why he said it.
“Be careful. They can smell if an omega has been fucked by an alpha or not. If they sniff you out, they grab you.”
“You don’t regret getting caught.”
Jarl sighed and undid the buttons on his fly. He burrowed his hand into his underpants. “I would go back for more if I could.”
“Find an orc for a husband, then.”
“I might.”
“Your granddad would have a fit.”
“Not if it’s a rich orc.” Stroking himself openly, Jarl turned his head to Rune. “Will you finger me? I’m so horny I could cry.”
They did that sometimes. At first, Rune had been afraid and ashamed. But Jarl said that since they were both omegas, it didn’t count. Besides, it felt so good when Jarl touched him.
“Okay.” Rune sat up.
He thought Jarl would stay on his back, pull his pants below his ass cheeks, and spread his legs. That was how they always did it. But Jarl took his pants off and got onto his knees. He bent over, pushing his ass out.
“Will you lick me too?”
Rune blinked. He’d never done that. Jarl knew because Rune had never done anything with anyone else but his friend. A few tugs on Jarl’s cock, fingers in each other’s asses, that was it. They never used their mouths and never kissed.
He shouldn’t say yes.
Except he was curious.
“Will you do it to me too?”
“Sure. C’mon. I need to come.”
He shuffled on his knees until he was behind Jarl. Jarl had the kind of butt that alphas supposedly liked. Round and plump. His crease was pale and his asshole tiny. How could an orc dick fit in there? His hairless balls looked tight, moving inside the sack as Jarl stroked his cock.
“Lick over my hole and push your tongue into me.”
Rune placed his hands on Jarl’s ass cheeks and leaned in. It felt strange but exciting too. Surely they weren’t supposed to do this.
The first lick was a little shaky. He felt the wrinkles of Jarl’s hole under his tongue.
“Yeah. Like that.”
When Rune licked again, Jarl moaned.
“More. Put your tongue in me.”
Jarl’s slick tasted different than Rune’s own. Sweet too, but spicier. Rune found the center of the little star and pressed his tongue against it. It yielded easily, and he licked into Jarl’s hole.
No, this was wrong. They shouldn’t do this.
But Jarl groaned happily, and his hand on his cock sped up.
“Fuck, that’s good. Please. Please… Lick me. Lick my ass. Oh yeah.”
Rune’s own hole was leaking slick. He pushed his tongue deeper, and Jarl cried out. So he did it again. And again.
“Fuck me with your fingers!” Jarl ordered breathlessly.
Rune straightened on his knees. In the weak light of the fire, he saw the glistening smears around Jarl’s open hole. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he slid two fingers into Jarl’s hole and pumped. This, he knew.
“Harder. Fuck me! Harder!”
He rubbed the front wall of Jarl’s hole, driving his fingers in and out. His friend shook, whimpering. Finally, Jarl cried out with his peak, and his asshole clenched greedily on Rune’s fingers. Rune left his fingers inside, pumping gently, the way he liked it when Jarl did it to him. When Jarl stopped shuddering, Rune pulled his fingers out.
Jarl slumped onto his side. He licked his palm, eating his own cum, and hummed.
“Fuck. I needed that.”
Rune wiped his fingers on his pants and unbuttoned them. He tugged his underpants below his balls and stroked his hard cock. He was so aroused. He kept thinking about the orcs. What if they found them? What if they were in the forest now, watching them do this forbidden thing?
“You promised you’d lick me too,” he told Jarl.
Jarl blew out a heavy breath and sat up. His wet butt on the sleeping bag, he reached into the backpack and pulled out the bottle of liquor. He took two deep gulps and screwed the lid back on.
“Take off your pants and get on all fours,” he said.
Rune did as he was told. He felt awkward and vulnerable. When Jarl touched his ass cheek, Rune jolted.
But then a warm wet tongue swiped over Rune’s asshole, and he moaned. Oh, that felt nice. So nice.
“They did this to me for hours,” Jarl said, stroking over Rune’s wet pucker with his fingers. “Except their tongues were thick and long, and I could feel their tusks pressing into my skin.”
Then he licked again.
Rune grabbed his cock and squeezed. His hole tingled, the sweet tendrils spreading into his ass cheeks and all the way to the tip of his cock. When Jarl pushed his tongue inside, Rune yelped with surprised pleasure.
Out of nowhere, he came. He whimpered, his cock twitching in his hand. Jarl licked deep into him, and Rune’s asshole spasmed. Oh no! He wanted more of this! When could he convince Jarl to do it again? He came too fast, and now it was over. With a frustrated grunt, he milked his cock, but the lovely feeling was already drifting away.
Jarl sat up behind him and gave his ass a smack.
“You’re easy,” he said.
He rinsed his mouth with the liquor, swallowed, then plonked onto his sleeping bag.
Rune had forgotten to catch his seed in his hand. He would have to sleep on cum stains. Oh well. He dabbed at them with his underpants.
Jarl handed him the liquor bottle, and they both drank until it was half empty. Rune’s head felt light and mushy.
In the middle of the night, Rune jolted awake. He’d seen a face with green skin and huge tusks looming above him. Had he dreamed it? He sat up and stared into the darkness.
Jarl snored softly next to him. There was nobody else around.
It must have been a dream.