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Orcs, Elves and Beastmen, oh my! - Bitches be Crazy
🕑 Added 2023-08-12 03:20:49 +0000 UTCWhen it comes to fighting, reach is incredibly, unbelievably important. It's so important, in fact, that there's entire martial arts schools dedicated purely to trying to overcome a difference in reach.
And Regina, current top dog among the bitches of Radona's tribe, was in no way a master of any of those martial arts, and even if she was, most of what the Elves have taught me to overcome the size advantage many orcs have over me involves using weapons to close up the gap. I'm nearly two heads taller than she is, so it really doesn't take a genius to figure out that a physical fight between us is unlikely to go in her favor.
This is how I learned that Regina is, however, a right down bitch when it comes to fighting. She fights dirty. Throwing dirt on my face, biting whenever I tried to choke her out, going for my gonads, using her claws wherever she could, and even trying to appeal sexually to distract me during the fight, everything one could possibly think of to guarantee a win, she tried it.
She reminds me of that one woman who shows up at home looking for my father from time to time, and I'm not even sure this fight would go even remotely well for me if she had a sword in her hands.
But in a traditional and ritualistic hand to hand, one versus one fight for the leadership of the tribe? She couldn't bring out a sword to even out the score.
Though she did make a habit of trying to grab at my sword. Why, exactly, these fights had to be done naked was beyond me - but in a tribe of almost entirely women, and generally being a position fought over by women in the first place, I imagine they didn't consider the fact that certain parts would dangle.
And of course, my opponent had very perky and firm but relatively small breasts, not quite flat chested, but certainly not an impediment to moving about, even naked as she was. She was smaller, faster than I was, but not fast enough to overcome the simple fact that I could hit her by the time she was still too far to hit me.
Our battle started almost out of nowhere - while we were still brainstorming methods to make her submit, she simply showed up at Radona's tent and challenged me to a fight after lunch. And then a circle was drawn, and in a spectacle that reminded me of when I took Radona as my wife for the first time, the tribe gathered, all except the Rabbits, the older children of whom were busy looking after the younger, and the parents who were busy looking after the older children themselves.
With arms on guard and fists at the ready, Regina walked towards me. I eyed her once more. Long, toned legs, a trim stomach showing her abs, muscles that bulged just a little as she flexed them, a mane of long, dark and messy hair and cute ears that twitched as she moved, alert to every single sound all at once.
Her eyes were full of fire and her face was pulled into a tight frown, darting about and following each of my movements, even as I stepped back, short, quick steps and little leaps back.
Her leg swung up, and I stepped back. I got a pretty good look at her privates, she was quite hairy, the pubic hair even darker than the hair on top of her head, but I had to not get distracted.
It was an opportunity, as she overextended with a kick desperate to find damage, I closed in, grabbing her leg before she could retract it, by the ankle. Once I had a good hold on her I could pull her off balance, but it seemed she foresaw me pulling her towards me, because she shifted approach and used my own pulling force as leverage to kick at me with her other leg.
But only my left hand was occupied holding her leg, and so the right could raise just as soon as I saw her beginning to move, and when her kick landed, it did so on my open palm. I could feel the sting of the force of her kick, traveling down my palm to my wrist and forearm, even feeling my elbow shake a bit...
But now I had her right where I wanted her.
Everything I've discussed with Radona centered on a simple and quite straightforward idea.
These bitches be crazy.
With everything she had seen, experienced and investigated, Radona could deduce one singular aspect that almost every single Wolf in the tribe had in common, whether it be open or a little hidden. She even theorized it might be inherent to all members of the Wolf caste, even if they tried to pretend otherwise.
At a fundamental level, they had the instinct to submit to someone who proved themselves their physical and sexual superior, and once they submitted, they would submit damn near completely.
And even more importantly to me at least, they would be quite happy in their submission, and only ever question it if something were to happen to me that made them lose trust in my strength or ability as a leader. So what does all of this mean?
What it all means is that as I hold her by the ankles and she loses balance, a thought starts to sink into her head. Her eyes were wide open, her nostrils were flaring, and she was breathing hard, each breath coming in quicker and shorter. She knew what was about to come, I could tell. I could even smell it and see it. Her body shivered, her skin, a much lighter tone than almost anyone else in the tribe, becoming redder by the second, and that was certainly not from exertion.
The ways of the world asserted themselves and like all other things, she fell to the ground, and I allowed her to come down, her back landing against the hard packed dirt of the makeshift arena, dust flying about, I then went down alongside her, falling towards her, ignoring the slight tinge of pain as my knees hit the ground.
I spread her legs wide, forcefully, as I pulled her towards me.
We were both naked since the moment the battle began, but only now did I allow myself to become aroused by her body. She was athletic, of a different kind than the powerhouses of the Lion caste, she was lean and mean, built to move quickly, swiftly and with great precision, for short periods of time, and deliver great strikes. I could imagine her dancing across a battlefield, swinging a sword and becoming a whirlwind of death and destruction.
But right now, as her legs are spread before me, I can only see her as an object of desire.
Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, her nipples were already stiff, of brownish red color and much smaller than I'm used to. Her hands grip the dirt, her fingers digging furrows along the ground as she finds purchase and lifts herself up, her back bending as she tries to sit up. She tries to take a swing at me, but I simply pull my head back and away from her range, and as I let go of her left leg, my right hand is freed. Without proper leverage and in such a position, it's no wonder she can't react in time as I come down like the wrathful bolts of skyfire from the gods, my hand clenching around her neck, grabbing it harshly.
I've learned a lot about women who like it hard and rough, I live in a village full of women whose idea of foreplay is simulated gangrape.
You think that your masochistic fetish is going to surprise me, bitch!? I'll have you know, compared to the elves, you're positively sane and functional!
I put my face next to hers, my eyes locking onto the almost shining ambers that were her own, and as I pressed my forehead against hers, I let a growl come out from deep within, the rumbling noise almost making my chest vibrate as I pressed my crotch against hers, the sheer heat she was emanating was enough to give me the last stimulation I needed for my boner to start showing, my cock stiffening by the second, especially as I began to rub against her in earnest.
"You're going to be my woman," I whispered as harshly as I could, it almost came out as a hiss. "You're going to be my bitch," I added, glaring into her eyes, squeezing her neck just for a moment and then relaxing. "So give up now... become my bitch right now!"
I moved my legs as best as I could to try to trap her legs in a position where she couldn't move before she could think to try to buck me off of her, and now I had both arms to play with her, one was still on her neck, a relaxed but firm grip that reminded her I could cut her airflow at any time, the other reaching for her chest, and playing with her small breasts.
She glared fiercely at me. "I'll never be your bitch," she growled back, "I'll show you-"
"Wrong answer," I growled into her face. I was hard then, and there was no way she didn't feel it. My balls rested against her wet, warm pussy,, and the tip of my cock was on her belly button. She was flushed, even more, and was taking deep and hurried gulps of air in, through her nose. Sniffing hard.
I let go of her neck, but she didn't move, and so I moved her instead.
Grabbing her by the shoulder and hip, I forcibly turned her so she was on her chest rather than on her back, then with one hand on her shoulder and neck, I kept her upper body down even as I lifted her lower body, raising her so she rested her weight on her knees. While she was still stunned, I grabbed her arms and brought them together, my hand more than big enough to grab onto both wrists at the same time.
With my other hand I guided myself to her entrance, holding my cock near the tip as I put it in her, parting her wet and sloppy cunt lips and finding her breeding hole very quickly, it was already expanding and overflowing with sticky and slick juices. I only applied a little pressure with my hips and she was already starting to open up ready to swallow me up.
What a fucking submissive bitch.
"Ngh, I won't submit!"
Her mouth's saying no, but her body has already submitted to me as her superior. Radona wasn't even close to how much of a subby bitch Regina actually is, she's longing for this, she wants it so hard that she's even rocking her hips, almost humping me, desperately trying to get more of my cock inside her.
But I held firm, using my hand around my cock to stop her from penetrating herself on it.
Her butt was wonderful, firm and round and everything you'd ever want, and feeling its powerful muscles against my hand was almost enough to convince me to just take her. What would the difference be?
But I was committed. We'd come to the conclusion that I needed to be decisive and determinant. Radona was clear, I'm not just making Regina submit here, I need to make this a statement. Weak though her hold over the other wolves may be, Regina was nominally their leader, and many of them were among the crowd that surrounded us. I scanned my eyes along it, and found Radona, who had a smug smirk on her face.
"You want my dick, bitch!? Then give up and say it!"
"Ngho, no, you won't, take me! I'm strong! Stronger than you! Strongest!" she shouted, words half muffled as she had to howl them out through her pleasured cries that she tried to hide by sticking her face into the dirt.
I rocked slightly, the tip of my dick massaging her insides as I did so.
I could almost feel the grin on my face turning wicked as I held her down, pressing her wrists and the small of her back at the same time as I raised my other hand, and then after giving her a single moment to breathe, I brought my hand down, the resounding crack could probably be heard across all of the tents of the village.
She yowled out in pain, and I detected more than a hint of pleasure, especially as her pussy squirted out a helping of lubricating fluid, as I teased her further.
"SAY IT!" I demanded.
"N-NEVER!" she screamed back.
I hit her again, demanding that she submit, again and again, three, four, seven, twelve times in a row, her ass becoming redder and redder, imprints of my hand soon becoming almost uniform redness along her butt cheeks. It was such a satisfying ass to hit, it didn't jiggle on impact, but it responded very well to every hit, and the resistance it offered was wonderful.
I could hit her ass for hours, and never tire of it!
The thirteenth spank came down on her with another resounding crack, and she convulsed on the spot, sobbing a little, I could feel her pussy desperately trying to suck me in, and if I didn't have such a good grip on her, I'm sure she'd have impaled herself on my cock already.
"I- I-"
She wavered, trembled.
I pressed my dick ever so slightly against the entrance to her love hole, and squeezed one of her cheeks, at the same time, causing her to hiss in pain and moan in pleasure.
"Two words," I whispered harshly, no one around us was making a single noise now, so I could be heard quite clearly, "say them, and I'll let you cum."
"Ghu, I, I-" she turned her face forward, I could tell she was working herself up, trying desperately to cling to a veneer and illusion of dignity that she'd never had... because this was what lurked beneath. I don't need to know her for months, she's been convulsing and nearly cumming from every hit. She's truly the most talented masochist I've ever met.
If you told me she was from the masopig caste, I'd believe it immediately, fluffy ears be damned.
"Now!!" I said harshly.
"I'm yours!" she cried out.
I pulled her in with her hands, and now that my hand wasn't preventing me from going in, I impaled her on my cock, reaching her innermost depths in an instant. Her orgasm was so powerful, so unbelievably overwhelming, and I had been holding myself back, edging for so long, that it was really no wonder we both reached orgasm damn near immediately.
I grabbed her by the right hip and left thigh and leaned forward, planting my legs on the hard packed dirt as best as I could, and then I truly began thrusting, spreading her open and going even deeper, her spasming, orgasming insides more than willing to take me in, every muscle and even my balls burning as I fucked her through both our orgasms, each thrust accompanying a spurt of cockjuice deep into her womb, until finally, my strength waned, and I almost collapsed, the orgasm wreaking havoc on my muscular control.
I realized that at some point, she had become unable to stay on her knees, and was laying prone on the ground, and that I'd been fucking her like that.
After catching my breath, I planted my hands just behind her shoulders, found a good grip on the ground with my feet, my toes digging into the dirt even, and then I began thrusting again, her extremely tight and hot cunt clearly hypersensitive as she was screaming in pleasure from the very start.
I raised my gaze, and directed a very meaningful glare at each of the bitches, and I got crazed stares back, more than one of them actively drooling as they watched their would be leader getting literally pounded into the ground.
I think I understand the orcs at home a little better now, this is amazing! Even though I'm covered in dirt and sweat, enough so that you'd have trouble telling my skin is green, after an arduous fight against a dirty bitch, I can't help but feel refreshed and invigorated as I lay into her, just the way we both wanted it!
