Orcish Overtures

“You... slimy... Moria Orc…!”

The words were not so much uttered as bellowed by an ugly, guttural voice like rocks and steel bashing together. Confused sounds echoed down the stone tunnel.

“Stinkin’ Uruk- y’think you can pull a fast one on ol’ Nagzog just because yer a lil’ taller and bigger? Think again, you halfwit-”

“HragghhhHHH!”

More scuffling, the sounds of kicking and biting and scrabbling at rocks. Then suddenly, around the corner, burst the owners of the two voices.

One is a short, squat goblin, with skin of an unhealthy tannish hue and an angular, pointed face with a tiny bat-nose. Sneering, biting, gnawing, slavering, the goblin whirls around on all fours, drawing a jagged knife quicker than the eye could follow-

And the knife immediately flies down the tunnel, struck out of the first orc’s hands by the second, a massive specimen with a bulky body and a crude, snarling, purplish-black face.

“All gold goes directly to Isengard! No exceptions, Moria scum! Unhand that loot or I’ll unhand your hands- and take your filthy head too!”

The smaller orc, Nagzog, sneered. “I’d love t’see yer big, fat arse try…”

The towering Uruk roared and bulldozed forward, arms out like massive tree trunks. Nagzog gave a shrill scream and darted, inhumanly agile, under the lumbering orc’s arms, and turned in delight. “Too slow, ya lumbering oaf-!”

Suddenly the Uruk whipped an arm back, faster than the smaller orc could react, and slammed Nagzog against the tunnel wall. Nagzog gave a wheeze as spiky, goblin-made armor crunched against hard stone, and gold coins tumbled out of hidden pockets to click on the floor. Before the Moria orc could recover, the Uruk was there, looming and grinning bestially. A meaty hand grasped Nagzog by the throat, eliciting a strangled squawk.

“I am one of the fighting Uruk-hai,” the huge orc said, slavering in Nagzog’s face as he raised the struggling, captive orc higher and higher off the ground. “I am Morgluk! I have slain a dozen great champions of Men and Elves in battle, and taken their prizes to lay before the White Wizard. And you thought you could best me!”

Suddenly something caught the Uruk’s eye. He snarled, then used his free hand to rake at a plate of Nagzog’s armor, near the crotch, that had been shaken loose. The plate of black iron was flung to the side. Morgluk’s face twitched in surprise, and he grabbed Nagzog’s loincloth, tearing it off to reveal a gleaming slit.

“A female of the Moria-scum!” Morgluk’s misshapen nose was twitching with interest, and he bared his misshapen teeth. “I haven’t had one of you before!”

A distinct look of panic was apparent on Nagzog’s pointed face. “Unhand me, Uruk filth-” she managed, choking as Morgluk tightened his vice-like grip.

“I think not,” Morgluk said savagely. “In fact… I think I’ll have a little fun before I tear your thieving head off.” He reached down with his free hand and worked at the armor, letting it fall off piece by piece to clatter on the floor. Then he worked down his loincloth to pull out-

Nagzog’s eyes widened. A big, throbbing, purplish member, inhumanly thick and hefty, flopped out from Morgluk’s loins. Morgluk noticed the smaller orc’s alarm and let out a menacing guffaw. “What, never seen an Uruk’s length before? I bet all the little hunchbacked, bug-eyed Moria scumbags you’ve seen weren’t even a quarter my size. We’re the fighting Uruk-hai, after all…” He jutted his sneering face into Nagzog’s face. “We fight better… and we fuck better…”

“Oh… my…” Nagzog whimpered.

“Mhm,” Morgluk said, evilly. Suddenly his grasp of the smaller female orc shifted- instead of holding Nagzog up by the throat, Morgluk rapidly let go and then grabbed Nagzog by the rear with both hands, so quickly that the Moria orc barely had any time to slide down the wall of the tunnel. Nagzog, curiously submissive now, struggled weakly but only managed to ineffectively beat down on the Uruk’s broad shoulders. Morgluk didn’t seem to even notice, but was gently bringing Nagzog down the wall, closer and closer, and when they were level he braced the female orc against the wall and reached down and-

Nagzog gave a stifled cry. Morgluk groaned. “You sure are tightest I’ve had. Maybe I’ll keep you around, as a pet… use you every now and then, chain you in my quarters…” Nagzog writhed, impaled upon his member, unable to escape, held prisoner by the weight of her body and armor as she was pinned in the middle of the tunnel wall, suspended by Morgluk’s cock.

He thrust, brutally, and the entire body of Nagzog was pushed up the wall by the resulting force. Again- and again- Nagzog was moaning quietly, and Morgluk picked up the pace, the speed at which he rammed his member into her ramping up gradually until it was like a jackhammer. Nagzog’s cries grew louder and more passionate, losing their nasally and sharp edge for softer and more feminine cries. Morgluk threw his head back and snarled, brutally, primitively.

And suddenly Nagzog lurched backwards- she opened her eyes in heavy-lidded surprise, for Morgluk had picked her up and was now standing in the middle of the tunnel, bouncing her entire body up and down on his huge cock. Morgluk was breathing heavily, panting like some sort of massive dog, his long stringy hair waving back and forth and sticking to his sweaty, muscular body. Nagzog closed her eyes again- the world was going white at the edges of her vision, and a cloudy warm feeling was building up at her crotch-

“I’m cumming,” Nagzog managed, mind exploding with fire and bliss.

“HRAARGHHH!!!” Morgluk roared, and Nagzog’s entire body shook as the Uruk orgasmed and pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into the female orc. Nagzog gasped, crying in harmony with the resonant lows of Morgluk’s voice, and for a moment all understanding and cognition was thrust into a deep, misty abyss.

As Nagzog’s perception slowly came back into focus, she noticed a rivulet of viscous wetness slowly trailing its way down her right thigh. Morgluk’s cock was still oddly rock hard inside her. And Morgluk was kissing her. And she was kissing back. Passionately, without restraint, even though the bony angles of her face and her lipless mouth mashed oddly with the bloated features of Morgluk’s face.

They broke off and Morgluk studied Nagzog’s face for a second before lifting her off his huge member. There was a sloshing and Nagzog heard the drizzle of cum splurting out of her slit and splattering onto the stone floor. Morgluk sighed.

“Well, well, Moria scum,” he said, voice husky from bellowing, “That was… envigorating in many ways. I’ll let you go with the gold this once. As… payment.” He gently set Nagzog on the floor and looked down at her. “Run along, little bug.”

But Nagzog had a strange glint in her eye, and she sidled up to Morgluk’s muscular chest, to the latter’s surprise. “Drop the act,” she said, and her words had suddenly changed to take on a crisp American accent. “I know you didn’t get off from that, not that quickly. Especially not with such a small, boring nub on the other side of that dildo…” She reached over to cup the still-rigid cock with a clawed hand, tenderly. Her other hand reached to cup the ballsack underneath. Morgluk looked surprised.

“What is that you’re speaking of, you tiny orc-?”

Quicker than a wink, Nagzog’s tender grasp of the member tightened, and her other hand reached for some hidden mechanism. With a click and a squelch, the cock- and a large circle of the skin surrounding it- was pulled off, revealing a clean-shaven, pale slit, contrasting with the black and purple hues of the rest of Morgluk, wet with the juices of pleasure.

Morgluk gasped in shock and dismay, but Nagzog was on the offensive this time, and quickly pushed the Uruk backwards into the wall getting onto her knees and burying her pointed face into Morgluk’s newly revealed cunt. Morgluk was the one now half-heartedly scrabbling at the smaller orc’s head and shoulders, while Nagzog was making wet slurping noises from underneath. Meaty hands were thrown back against the wall, tightening, trying to scrape gouges into the stone, and Morgluk threw his head back, eyes screwed shut, breathing heavily. His guttural, deep voice was making oddly feminine moaning sounds.

Morgluk reached for his chest armor and undid it, throwing the plates one by one off to the side. The raggedy shirt underneath came off too, haphazardly tossed to the side. Suddenly Morgluk was massaging his large, muscular pectorals, as if trying to stroke something imprisoned underneath his mottled skin. His moans grew louder, and louder, and louder-

And Morgluk was shaking, and sobbing, and writhing against the wall. His voice carried deep into the tunnels and echoed, bouncing and bouncing- And then the echoes quieted. Nagzog pulled back from Morgluk’s gleaming cunt, wet juices splattered all over her face and mouth, just as Morgluk’s legs went weak and he slid down the wall to sit in front of the kneeling Moria orc.

“Oh, god. Oh… wow.”

Nagzog made a faux-humble little curtsy (or as good of a curtsy she could manage while on her knees). “Glad to reciprocate.”

“I didn’t…” Morgluk ran a fat tongue across his jagged teeth. “I didn’t know you could eat someone out like that…”

“An acquired skill,” Nagzog said modestly. “Camila, the latina girl I dated before Ben, taught me a few tricks.”

Morgluk was scrabbling at his neck, running fat fingers along his skin as if searching for something. Suddenly a seam appeared, faint and white, and Morgluk was pulling and grabbing and suddenly his face was deflating- And suddenly Morgluk’s whole face came off, with a slurping sound, and underneath was revealed a cute, blonde-haired girl with a pixie cut, mouth still dripping with saliva from the anatomical gag that had been filling and entrapping her mouth for all that time. The girl grasped at her neck and tore off a small, nearly transparent strip that had been adhered to her throat.

“Whew,” she said, her voice a rich mezzo that contrasted strikingly with the coarse, deep voice she had been speaking with moments before. “That mask was… something.”

“Aww, there’s my sweet Sofie,” Nagzog purred. But she was pulling at her own face too, grasping at some hidden seam near the base of her throat and pulling until the entire mask came off from its suctioned grasp of a pretty Ethiopian girl with doey eyes. She gasped as well, but noticeably didn’t have a trickle of saliva dribbling down her chin.

“Yeah,” she said cattily, “I bet that surprise addition was quite… intriguing. Filled your mouth right up, didn’t it?”

Sofie wiped the spittle from her lips and let out a tinkling laugh. “I suppose it did. Sometimes you’re quite… evil, Afia.”

“Downright depraved,” Afia said with a smile. “Now come here and lick the cum out of my tight goblinoid cunt.”

“Sounds like a treat,” Sofie replied, a playful look in her eyes. “Petite girls with enchanting doey eyes always taste so good.”

“Are you implying that I’m cute?”

“No, I’m accusing you, cutie-”

“Awww… Come here-”

The two girls, still incongruously costumed up as greasy orcs, leaned in for a quick kiss. Then Afia broke off. “Beep beep beep! Mistress Afia mode is back. And Mistress wants her subby blonde giant to eat her out like her life depends on it.”

“I’d love to…”