Foxlover 989 Posted September 24, 2020 Share Posted September 24, 2020 (edited) REUPLOAD (Posted in the wrong forum lol) This is the first chapter of a commission for @Zuorsara! Lots of setup/scene building here, but hopefully it's still enjoyable heh CHAPTER 1: The Expedition *BAM BAM BAM* Melina Malwick awoke with a start to the sound of a harsh pounding at the door to her quarters. She quickly bolted upright, promptly bonking the back of her head against the low-sitting shelf situated just above her desk with a dull *thud*. She immediately lurched back over, wincing and sucking air through her teeth as pain blossomed from the impact point; a throbbing ache that radiated all throughout her cranium. Biting back a curse and blinking the stars out of her eyes, the young woman sat up more carefully, massaging her head through her honey-blonde curls as she peered down at the yellowed pages of the reagent guide she’d been perusing when she fell asleep. -the practical applications of springsprig are a source of debate among most alchemic scholars, though claims have been made of its ability to soothe burns, and some even posit that it can be used to treat werewolf bites if combined with the fungus from aetherwood trees. Furthermore, the- The following words were nigh intelligible over the next few lines, the ink looking to have been smudged by a few blotches of some sort of dried stain…she’d been drooling. Lovely. Sighing, Melina straightened up from under the shelf, still rubbing at her head. She looked towards the wooden slat and the collection of utensils, books and tomes upon it, trying to see if any of them had tumbled over. Everything seemed orderly; not one delicate instrument or decaying, mildewed spine out of place. She winced again as the light reflecting off the many beakers and vials shone into her eyes, exacerbating the throbbing pain in her still tender head. As she scrunched them closed and brought a hand up over her face to block out the glare, the knocking came again, even louder this time. “Melina!” an agitated female voice called from the other side of the door. It was Priscilla, fellow alchemic apprentice and Melina’s best friend since childhood.. They’d done nearly everything together before and since coming under Master Arwen’s tutelage, and were considered some of his brightest pupils... even at the relatively young age of 19. Another couple loud knocks. “Melina...Are you awake!? We’re leaving soon and Master Arwen says he won’t wait for anyone today! Hurry up!” Melina’s blood turned to ice as she realized that she’d woken up late, again...On today of all days. “Dammit!” She hissed as she hurriedly pushed back from the desk, glaring towards the door. “Nng… I’m coming, Pris, just… tell him I bumped my head, but I’m on my way!” She called, hurriedly smoothing out the wrinkles on the roughspun cotton tunic and trousers she’d accidentally slept in. There was a huff from the other side of the door. “You’d better be! If you leave me to go by myself with these tosspots, I’ll deck you when I get back!” The exclamation was followed by a series of angry-sounding footsteps away from the door, accompanied by some intelligible grumbling. Melina leapt to her feet, stumbling a little as the feeling began to return to her legs from her strange sleeping position.. She rubbed at her thighs, trying to soothe the sore muscles in it as she quickly glanced around her cramped little quarters. There was little space to move around, as most of it was taken up by the large alchemist’s desk she’d accidentally slept at. It filled a whole wall by itself and jutted a few feet into the room, crowding her bed, nightstand and wardrobe into whatever little extra corners they could fit into in the tiny cabin and giving one an accurate perception of Melina’s priorities. Of course, that desk was certainly earning its keep; every inch of it was covered in sheets of crumpled parchment, half-rolled scrolls and the odd quill still tracing ink across the hard wooden surface. A stack of quick and messy writings Melina had been cobbling together sat under a spent candle-holder, and she could see the dried splotches of wax on the parchment where the candle had spilled over. Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face, Melina strode over towards the ratty oaken wardrobe shoved unceremoniously between her workstation and the bed, practically squished on either side by the furniture. With a sigh, she pulled open the doors, reaching in to grab a tanned hide vest, a rawhide belt, and her favorite pair of leather boots she wore whenever she conducted any outdoor experiments. She hurriedly pulled the vest on over her tunic as she looked around on the ground for a belt, cursing her late start. What a way to be on the morning of her first real alchemic expedition of the season. She’d been looking forward to this day for weeks now; re-reading all the field notes from previous alchemists’ journeys, meticulously poring over all known maps of their designated area cross-referenced with contributions from Man, Elf and faefolk... she’d even got herself a fresh new mortar and pestle from the market a few days ago, untainted by her previous experiments, in preparation for this excursion. But, of course when the time came, she had just slept right through the rooster’s crow, slumped over on a book, like always. It wasn’t as though she’d not had a good reason…why, she’d been up half the night poring over her old texts, trying to remember the specific functions of each reagent she expected to encounter. In fact, she hadn’t even remembered falling asleep, having told herself she’d read only one chapter before bed…a lie she’d fed herself for hours on end as she “one-more-chapter”ed her way through half the book. With another sigh, she quickly dropped to her hands and knees, coughing at the dust she kicked up as she reached under her bed and pulled her old traveling knapsack out. She thanked her lucky stars she’d had the foresight to at least halfway pack it with supplies… it already contained her notebook, her field guide, a couple flint rocks for fire and her whittling knife. She got back to her feet, darting around her room and grabbing random bits of parchment and a quill to stuff haphazardly into the pack, her anxiety at being left behind mounting with every minute. As she stuffed the pack strap between her teeth and threw herself onto the bed to begin pulling on her boots, there was another knock at the door. “Melina?” said another voice, though this one was male, belonging to Master Arwen’s eldest apprentice, a young man named Ewand. Reddening at having yet another of her colleagues come to enquire about her whereabouts, Melina set her jaw. “I uhweddy told Pwif, Ull be out inna minnuf!” She exclaimed around a mouthful of leather as she wrestled the first boot onto her foot. The voice on the other side of the door waited a moment before speaking. “…Sorry, Mel, I…just wanted to make sure everything was okay… you’ve been talking about this trip forever, I’d’ve thought you’d be the first one up…” He finished with a chuckle. Melina scowled as the blush on her cheeks deepened. She spat out the pack strap, glaring at the door. “I said I’ll be out in a second, leave me alone!” She hissed, a bit more harshly than she meant to. Another stretch of silence. “Okay, uh…well, we’re meeting over by gateposts…Arwen’s already there, so, better move fast…” The boy said, sounding quite deflated as he turned and left. Melina immediately felt a surge of guilt at her snappy response as she continued to struggle with her clothes, huffing gently. She also noticed a twinge in her bladder, urging her to take her morning pee, but she brushed the sensation aside. This was her third tardy in as many weeks; the fact that she was allowed to come along at all was a miracle. She had no time for anything but getting dressed and getting out. She tugged on her second boot and quickly stood up, turning to the smudged mirror propped up against the bed as she grabbed a piece of cloth from the dresser. She glanced at her svelte form in the glass as she pulled her wavy, golden locks back into a ponytail behind her. Her bright blue eyes peered anxiously back at her as she worked on tying her hair off, her teeth chewing her bottom lip as she pulled the cloth tight. She scooped up the knapsack and pulled her cloak from its hanging perch next to the door, throwing it over her shoulders before taking one last cursory glance around the room. With a nod, she strode to the door, pulling it open and heading out into the morning light. The cool, misty morning air greeted Melina as she stepped out of her cabin, the dew on the grassy knoll twinkling in the light of the barely risen sun as it peeked over the roofs of her fellows’ cabins. All of Arwen’s apprentices lived in a little collection of huts at the edge of the village, where they could conduct their strange and possibly dangerous experiments without worrying about being a nuisance to the rest of the town. It was odd for a master alchemist to take on more than one protege, let alone a whole class of them... but Arwen was adamant about ‘fostering the next generation curious minds’, as he put it, and Melina was glad of it. His wisdom and knowledge were invaluable to her development in her craft, and he’d also come to be somewhat of a father figure to her after she’d left her small village of Ockley for the capital all those years ago. Melina's cabin was the furthest up of the bunch, with a direct path down towards the wooden posts signaling the furthest edge of the town, a little ways away from the thick forest that covered the rest of the horizon. Behind her was a short jaunt up to castle town proper, and beyond it, shrouded by early morning fog, was Lothlowell Castle, home of the royal family of Rivenwelle. Melina had never seen the royal family, save for the occasional processional, and all she knew of them were the stories she’d heard from Master Arwen about how their mandate for expansion into the forest for lumber, stone and spices had brought prosperity to the city…at the expense of some of the forest’s denizens. Melina squinted down the path, her heart beating anxiously. What if she was too late? What if she’d been left behind? She strode further from the cabin, craning her neck as she came up over the hill...and to her great relief, she could clearly see all of her fellow apprentices clustered around the wooden posts, no doubt receiving a pre-excursion briefing from their Master. She felt her shoulders sag, releasing their tension.They hadn’t left yet. She took off in a sprint down the slick path, taking care not to slip as she hurried towards the small gathering. As she approached, she realized the reason for the delay; she could hear Master Arwen’s thin, reedy voice rambling on in one of his long-winded musings, no doubt on his opinions of some controversial alchemic practice or other. The closer she got, the more of his words she could make out. “…And of course, one can always conjecture about the morality of harvesting dragon dung, but I believe the temerity involved in such a task would- ah! Melina!” The group of apprentices turned as Melina raced towards them, moving aside to reveal a tall, slender man clad in his own long tunic and trousers, wrapped in a cloak that was a bit too short for his lanky build. He was bald save for a shock of white hair around his crown, and a pair of equally white bushy eyebrows wiggled above a mismatched pair of eyes; one jade green, one an almost translucent violet. Both of them focused on Melina as she ran up to him, panting heavily from the sprint. “Miss Malwick…” He murmured, his thick white mustache twitching comically as he regarded his breathless apprentice. “I do hope you realize this is your third tardy this month?” Melina slowed to a stop in front of her fellows, immediately hunching over with her hands on her knees, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. “Apologies, Master Arwen…” She gasped. “Up late…studying texts…springsprig...” The man snorted gently. “Hmm…trying to appeal to my love of a studious mind, eh, Miss Malwick?” He murmured, waggling a finger at her. “’Tis no excuse for multiple lapses in punctuality, my dear. Why, it’s only by providence you arrived before we left…though I suppose I did get a bit carried away myself…er, did I answer your question, Priscilla, dear?” He asked, his eyes shifting to a young, molasses-skinned woman with curly, dark hair, her considerable hips cocked to the side as she was addressed. “Yes, Master Arwen, thank you.” She murmured, her hazel eyes shifting towards Melina with a knowing grin. Melina’s cheeks reddened slightly, and she returned it gratefully, mouthing “thank you” to her friend as Master Arwen turned about. “Well now, since we’re all here…” He said, planting his hands on his hips and looking ahead towards the dense treeline. “Best we get started, eh? To the forest!” ~~ Melina fell in next to Priscilla as the group started down the dirt path, the sun climbing higher as they walked. “Thanks for that…” She muttered, shouldering her pack. “Were you waiting long?” Priscilla smirked. “Long enough. I could tell Arwen was getting ready to shove off, so I…asked a simple question about his views on harvesting reagents from living creatures, and let him take it from there. Figured that ought to buy you at least ten minutes…” Melina chuckled. “That all? Looked like he was just warming up when I got there…” Priscilla laughed in return, her eyes sparkling. “Guess I should be thanking you, then, huh? But seriously…” her mirthful disposition diminished as she fixed her friend with a concerned glance. “...You know how he is about these expeditions, Mellie. ‘The position of the cosmos determines our luck’, and all that. He really might’ve left without you…And you’re coming up on your 20th winter, you really should be past such things...” Melina’s smile faded, and she sighed. “I know, I just…I really was up all night...I wanted to make sure I was as prepared as possible, you know? I spent the whole bloody evening in that Codex of Reagents Moste Currious…” At this, Priscilla frowned. “Mel…tell me you didn’t fall asleep at your workstation again…” When the blonde only offered a sheepish smile, Priscilla rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Honestly, Mellie, you know how dangerous that is!" She admonished her friend with a disapproving glare. "Just imagine if you’d tipped over your candle, o-or broken one of your vials! We work with extremely volatile materials!” Melina sighed again, adjusting her knapsack. “I know, Pris, I know…” She muttered, but she knew her friend’s words to be true. A good alchemist never worked past the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep led to slower reflexes and impaired spacial awareness, and one was always only one clumsy move away from knocking over a flask of distilled wyrmsbane or a tin of blanched oakenfrog skin and blowing a hole in the floor. She really should have been more careful... As they continued to walk, Melina felt another twinge in her abdomen…a signal from her bladder that it would require her attention soon. She wasn’t surprised…she hadn’t relieved herself since early yesterday evening before sequestering herself to her cabin to pore over her notes…something that made it her late awakening even more unfortunate as it had caused her to completely forgo a visit to the privy before joining her fellow apprentices. However, it mattered not. Melina was blessed in many areas; a powerful mind, a steady hand...and a surprisingly large and unequivocally strong bladder. If there was anything Melina was good at, it was holding her waters far longer than one would expect from a girl of her size and age. Nearly a day could pass and she’d hardly feel an urge, whilst her friends availed themselves of the village cisterns more than a few times before she even went once. It was something she prided herself on, in fact, and it was especially helpful during the times when she concocted Erlung Draughts that required near constant supervision for hours on end in a manner that would leave lesser women either abandoning their workstations, or pulling aside their gussets to gush into the dirt below them. “...Hey…” Melina was jostled out of her introspection by Priscilla’s elbow, the girl peering at her with a frown. “Where’d you go?” Melina blinked with a slightly rosy face, shaking her head. “Ah, sorry, just…thinking about today…I still can’t believe Arwen’s actually taking us to the lumencap patch…” Priscilla’s expression of concern blossomed back into a wide grin. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? I’ve heard that during a full moon, they glow so brightly that it looks like daytime…” She breathed, her eyes misting over. Melina’s own smile widened in response. “And they say the pure extract from the tip’ll make you giddy for a few moments, if you harvest it at the right time…of course, that’s if you believe in such things, I myself am more interested in how the shavings from the stem reacts in a Tangellian Tincture...” The young alchemist’s walking speed increased in speed as her excitement rose, forcing her friend to jog a little to catch up. “How brightly d’you reckon they’ll be glowing? It’s still early spring so we’ve not got a full day of sun yet...” Melina pressed on. “Master Arwen says just after dawn or dusk’s the best time to see them…we shouldn’t be off by too much, and I brought my own mortar! I can sample the caps-” “Oi, ease up, Mellie…” Priscilla chuckled, re-shouldering her own pack. “We’ve gotta get there first…” Melina suddenly clammed up, realizing that she’d begun to ramble, just like Arwen. “Ah...sorry…” She chuckled, running her hand through her hair again. In truth, she took after their Master in more ways than she’d care to admit, both in passion for the subject and a willingness to go to great lengths for the sake of an experiment...beyond what the general populace would consider “responsible”. even. “Step lively, we’re broaching the treeline!” Master Arwen called from the front of the group. “Remember, stay on the path! Wouldn’t want any of you lot getting lost!” The troupe entered the forest, and immediately Melina wrapped her cloak tighter around her as the meager warmth from the morning sun was expunged by the leafy canopy above them. The forest itself was already awake; Melina could see a cluster of thrushes chasing each other around the branches, singing their merry songs without a care in the world. The dewy brush crunched wetly under their feet as they ventured past all manner of oak and spruce, the buzzing of cicadas flitting in and out of their space. They walked for quite some time, venturing further into the forest than Melina had ever gone. It seemed even more alive the deeper they went, with rabbits and foxes and beavers and badgers hopping and racing to and fro. As they came to a babbling brook, Arwen suddenly stopped, throwing out his hands to prevent the group from moving forward. He stood there, staring at the opposite bank for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen. Melina shifted a bit where she stood, the sound of running water not doing her any favors in her current condition. After a few more moments, the reason for the stop became clear as a creature stepped out from behind a stone outcropping. It looked to be a large deer, though its fur was bright silver and looked to be quite valuable. Its antlers looked precious as well...great curved horns of gold that caught the light of the dappled sunbeams and sparkled like a duke’s treasure room. The group waited with bated breath as it approached the stream, kneeling its proud head to drink from the passing current. Melina could hardly believe it. She’d read of these mythical deer plenty of times before, but never had she gotten to see one in person. It was said a sliver of their horns in any liquid could grant the drinker astoundingly good luck. The creature gently lapped up the water before raising its head to regard the group with translucent blue eyes. Melina felt her breath catch in her throat… the creature’s eyes were intelligent, calm… but there was a wisdom there, too, that she hadn’t expected to see. The deer watched the troupe of alchemists for a moment longer, holding them in its mesmerizing gaze, before turning and heading off deeper into the forest. The party let out a collective breath as the creature left, with Master Arwen taking out his handkerchief and dabbing his shiny bald crown. “Goodness…” He breathed. “I hope you’re all writing this down…” He murmured, turning to see his students already shuffling around in their packs for their notebooks. The rest of the journey was uneventful, save for Ewand tripping over a root and frightening a burrowing mole and nearly pitching headfirst into a shallow ravine, prompting a quick lecture from Master Arwen about the importance of keen eyesight. They continued on the path, and Melina kept her eyes peeled for any further fantastic creatures to document, though none appeared. At last, they broke the treeline into a grassy meadow littered with felled, mossy trees... and each trunk was positively overrun with golden-capped mushrooms. The vibrant fungi seemed to be soaking up the late-morning sun from up above, and each mushroom pulsed in a gentle rhythm as they held the sunlight in their tender little stalks. A chorus of gentle “oohs” and “ahs” went up from the troupe as they made their way into the clearing. Already Melina had taken out her mortar and knife, her eyes dancing with anticipation. “Yes, yes, gather about, all of you!” Arwen called as he strode up to the nearest rotting log. “This is the densest concentration of lumencap in Rivenwelle! Exceptionally rare, this mushroom...can anyone tell me why?” Melina’s hand immediately shot up, causing Arwen to chuckle. “Yes, Miss Malwick?” Melina cleared her throat. “Lumencap is a very temperamental fungus that needs very specific conditions to grow. This tree is aetherwood, believed to have been enchanted due to dawnfarer faefolk making their nests in its branches. When the tree dies, the latent magics are believed to continue to propagate within the trunk, bearing a mushroom that can absorb sunlight.” Master Arwen’s eyes crinkled up in a smile. “Quite right, my dear! And why else is it so valuable? Anyone?” At this, a tall, redheaded young man with the barest hint of a beard spoke up. “Lumencap is said to react differently according to the species what ingests it. To humans, it’s medicinal...to centaurs, it is said to cause visions...and for others, it can have other effects...even...er...be an aphrodisiac…” He murmured, his pale cheeks coloring as a few of the girls in the troupe giggled. Melina rolled her eyes at them, scoffing at their fawning over the young swain. Master Arwen nodded. “Correct you are, Ewand. It is by luck that the Crown’s influence has stretched this far; we should be able to harvest without interruption. But I once again advise caution...beyond this grove is the Wildlands, beyond the King's jurisdiction, and well... let’s just say you don’t want to be caught out here after dark.” He murmured ominously, peering around at his assembled students. Suddenly, his face brightened. “But enough sordid warnings. Everyone, to a log!” He chirped. Melina was already upon a felled tree, knife in hand, sawing away at the glimmering stalk of a mushroom. Her brow was furrowed, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration as her entire world narrowed to the shimmering fungus before her. A few of the other apprentices had done the same, though a few of the girls were still swarming around Ewand as he hunched over his own log. Priscilla knelt next to her friend, chuckling. “That didn’t take long…” She murmured, looking over at the little entourage Ewand had accrued. Melina rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Honestly, we’re supposed to be out here doing research and collecting samples, not giggling like common chambermaids.” She muttered, finally sawing through the mushroom and dropping it into the mortar before going for another. Priscilla smirked. “As if you can really blame them...Ewand’s a lovely lad...tall, strong...kind…” She murmured, causing Melina's countance to sour even more. Priscilla bit her lip, glancing back over at the man as he tried to work whilst simultaneous entertaining his little band of admirers. “What’s not to love?” Melina looked up over at Ewand, his broad shoulders flexing as he pushed the log up to get at a root underneath...and her gaze slowly slipped to Priscilla, her delicate chocolate curls gently cascading over her shoulder, her tanned skin gleaming like bronze in the sunlight. The young blonde reddened, going back to her sawing. “He’s not my type.” She muttered resolutely. ~~ The rest of the morning passed peacefully, with Master Arwen walking around and observing his apprentices at work, often stopping to comment on a peculiar fungus or a decidedly fragrant underbelly of a log and telling them to make note of it. When they broke for a late lunch, Melina reluctantly left her work to scarf down the bit of roast ham and bread Priscilla had brought, taking a swig from her water skin to wash it down. Now that she was distracted, her bladder once again impressed upon her its rapidly increasing fullness, causing her to squeeze her thighs together. She definitely could go for a wee now, and this would probably be the best time to do it...but the designated spot set aside for doing their business was a bit of a trek back the way they’d come. It’d be at least a 10 minute trip altogether, and they only had a few more hours out here; she didn’t know when she’d be able to pass this way again. She resolved to wait until the end of the expedition; she could clean up, take a quick pee, and everything would be fine. Her bladder was more than strong enough to hold it till then. By the time the sun had crossed the height of the day, coming closer to kissing the other horizon, Melina had all but filled her pack with the luminescent mushroom, scribbling down all manner of note and observation in her journal. Nearly a third of the pages were filled, and she showed no signs of stopping. There was a rustle from behind her, and Priscilla emerged from the brush, looking quite relieved. “Wow...almost left that too late, I was right busting, I was…” She chuckled as she came back to the harvesting spot. “Sure you don’t need to go? It’s been a while since lunch…That’s a long time, even for you...” Melina set her jaw, feeling her bladder grumble again within her yet again. “I’m fine.” She said resolutely, continuing to write in her journal. Priscilla shrugged. “Suit yourself…” she murmured as her eyes dropped to their respective hoards. She had gathered her fair share of lumencap, but her meager collection paled in comparison to the bulging knapsack next to her friend. “Blimey, Mellie…” She chuckled. “Didja take every damn mushroom in the grove?” Melina straightened up, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow and tucking her knife away. “Who knows when we’ll get to come back here?” She murmured, looking up. “I have to get enough samples to last me the rest of the season…” Priscilla smirked and shook her head, planting her hands on her hips. “Honestly, Mellie, if you weren’t so late all the time, Master Arwen would name you a full-fledged alchemist in a heartbeat, you’re so intense about it…” Melina got to her knees, wincing as the day’s worth of pee in her abdomen pressed down on her sphincter. “Ah...er, well, I’ll just have to work that much harder, then. I’ve almost got the rendering of this-” “Ten minute warning, lads and lasses!” Master Arwen called, his bald head gleaming in the light of the setting sun. “Finish up what you’re doing!” Melina frowned, looking up. Time to leave, already? She looked down at her unfinished drawing, biting her lip. This was the last sketch she needed for her notes..maybe she could hurry up and finish it. But in doing so, she would forfeit a chance to take a wee, and her bladder felt far fuller than she had anticipated, bordering on discomfort. For a few tense moments, she looked between her notebook and the path towards the relief area, biting her lip. After a short while, passion and studiousness won out over biology, and Melina simply crossed her legs in the dirt as she knelt back down to finish the drawing. Just as she put the final labels on the crown of the rendering, Master Arwen’s voice sounded throughout the clearing again. “Alright, that’s time! Pack away your instruments, it’s time to head back!” Flushed with success at having finished in the nick of time, Melina smiled to herself as she carefully packed away her journal, knife and a couple more lumencaps. As she stood up, she immediately hunched over as gravity pulled on the pee-filled organ within her. “Nngg…” She groaned, bringing a hand up to her abdomen. Priscilla looked up in concern as she put away her own tools. “Mellie? Are you alright?” Melina winced as a sharp pain gnawed at her abdomen, but after a few moments it subsided to a more manageable level. “Y-yeah, I’m fine…” She grunted. “Just...a bit sore from hunching over all day, is all…” She muttered, straightening up fully as she shouldered her pack. The two of them headed over to rejoin the group, with Melina taking smaller, jerkier steps than her friend. By Eoth, she needed a wee. She’d definitely left it a bit late, and now she was paying for it. As Master Arwen began counting to make sure all his students were accounted for, Melina subtly shifted her weight from foot to foot in a manner she hoped was inconspicuous; the dull ache in her abdomen no longer something she could ignore, but she still didn't much like the prospect of everyone noticing her need for the privy... “Right then…” The man murmured. “Seems we’ve got the same number of heads we did whence we started, so… back to town! With a will, folks, sunlight’s fading fast!" As they started back off into the forest, Melina’s steps continued to be short and awkward despite her attempts to move normally. Her bladder simply would not calm itself, forcing her to alter her gait to accommodate its increasingly uncomfortable fullness. After a few minutes of watching this, Priscilla huffed and planted her hands on her hips, glaring at her friend. “Okay, Mellie, what’s going on? You’re waddling around like you’ve got a broom up your arse…” Melina swallowed, her cheeks reddening as she realized she’d not been as discreet as she’d hoped. “I told you, it's no-" "Melina." Priscilla cut in with a hard stare. "Cut that shite out and tell me what's wrong." She commanded, her gaze expectant and unfaltering. Melina bit her lip, debating within herself, but she knew the jig was up. With a sigh, she turned back to her friend. "O-okay, okay...Erm...So, you know how I woke up late today?” Priscilla nodded, her eyes never leaving Melina's face. Melina cleared her throat. “Well, like I said, I was studying last night...and I fell asleep at my desk, and then I woke up, and I...I didn’t want to be even more late, so I...I didn’t...go, this morning…” She muttered. Priscilla blinked, the levers in her head turning as she connected the pieces of Melina’s story in her head. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t had a wee since last night!?” She hissed. Melina winced at the word “wee”, but she nodded. “I-It’s normally not a big deal, I...just left it a bit late this time, I suppose…” She muttered, bringing a hand up to her abdomen. Priscilla pursed her lips. “Do you want me to ask Arwen to stop? I’m sure he’d-” “No.” Melina huffed automatically. “I’m not gonna have them thinking I’m some sort of willy-shinned lass who holds up the party so she can tinkle. I’ll be fine till we get back to town.” Priscilla still looked unsure, but she knew better than to argue with Mellie about this. “If you say so…” ~~~ As the sun dipped lower, the forest grew darker, the trees casting looming shadows over the party as they made their way back through. “Careful here...we’re passing the ravine…” Master Arwen’s voice echoed over the buzzing of cicadas. “It’ll be harder to see in the dark, so take care to regard your surroundings!” The further they went, the less sure Mellie was about her ability to make it back dry...she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been this desperate for a wee. Her bladder felt like a gourd in her abdomen, full beyond capacity and quivering with the effort to hold back what surely would be a river’s worth of golden nectar. It didn’t help that every time she’d wince or whimper, Priscilla would look at her with concern... Melina hated feeling pitied. If anything, her friend's gaze bolstered Melina’s strength, causing her to tighten her muscles further to prove that she would not be bested by her acute desire to urinate. “Melina…” Priscilla murmured after several more minutes of walking, a hint of pleading in her voice. “Honestly, why are you torturing yourself? We can just ask Master Arwen to stop, he’ll-” “I said I’m fine, Pris…” Melina huffed, glaring at her friend. “I told you, I can hold it as long as I- AHHH!” Melina’s thought was cut off as her foot caught on a root, causing her to stumble aside. The loose brush slid from underneath Melina’s feet, and she slipped sideways, plunging headfirst into the shadowy ravine. “MELINA!” Priscilla yelled after her as she landed with a *thud* on the verdant hillside, nearly forcing a spurt from her as she began tumbling head over heels down the leafy slope. She couldn’t see anything as she bowled further down into the forest; all she could do was tuck her head into her hands and hope for the best. She rolled and tumbled for a good few minutes, wincing as brambles and dead branches cut into her arms and legs and trying to fight the queasiness the rolling motion was stoking in her. Finally, she felt the decline level out, rolling her over a log and pitching her right into a tree. *OOF!* She grunted as she smacked against the trunk before coming to rest at its base. Groaning, she slowly sat up, rubbing her arm. She shook her head a few times to clear out the dizziness, blinking her eyes in the dim coolness of the forest floor. She was still alive, so that was good...She flexed her fingers and her toes. Nothing felt broken, so aside from a bit of nausea, she was completely fine...other than the bulging bladder she was still nursing, of course.. She slowly staggered to her feet, blowing air out of her mouth as she looked around. Fear, hot and sour, bloomed in her chest as she peered around the darkened landscape; she had no idea where she was. She swallowed, turning to look back towards the hill she’d rolled down, but with the sun having all but set, it was far too dark for her to attempt to climb back up; she’d just end up getting herself more lost. Wincing again as her bladder throbbed within her, Melina finally shot a hand between her legs, scooting back to lean up against the tree. She breathed heavily, tears welling in her eyes as she did her best not to panic. Okay, think… she thought fervently to herself. It wasn’t that far of a fall. Pris’ll tell Arwen what happened, and they’ll find a way to get to you. You just have to wait. They'll be here in no t- Suddenly, Melina heard a twig crack behind her. What was that!? She whirled about, but she could see nothing in the gathering gloom. Swallowing again, she reached forward, snapping a branch of the log in front of her before digging in her pack for one of her flint rocks. After a few tense seconds, her fingers closed around the jagged little stone, and she quickly pulled it out with a triumphant “Ha!”. She began scraping it against the wood, her heart hammering in her chest as she continued to glance anxiously around. “Come on, come on…” She hissed. Finally, a flame sprung to life atop the branch. She quickly held it aloft, looking around the ravine to try and find any sort of landmark she could orient herself by… but there was none. None that she could recognize, anyway. She wasn’t sure how far she’d rolled from the path, but she was well and truly off of it. Just then, Melina heard a rustling. It came from ahead, and it didn’t sound too far away. Footfalls, heavy and slow, began to approach. Melina felt nearly sick with fear, and as she reached into her pack to pull out her knife, she felt a bit of pee leak into her underthings; her bladder was still beyond full, but adrenaline numbed the pressure. She cowered back up next to the tree, sinking down into a crouching position. She swallowed, her eyes darting around and her heart beating so fast and hard she could hardly think. The footfalls grew louder...closer...heavier… Suddenly, the log in front of her was lifted up and tossed aside, revealing a group of hulking figures standing a few feet from Melina. As they came into the light, Melina’s mouth opened in a soundless scream. The creatures before her were huge, each at least 7 feet tall, towering over the cowering Melina. They each looked quite strong, judging by the taut, rippling muscles bulging under skin in varying shades of green. They were each dressed in boarhide pauldrons that linked over each shoulder and a loincloth that looked to be made of wolf-pelts. Their feet were tucked into a pair of enormous bearskin galoshes that appeared to be lined with foxfur, but that wasn’t the strangest part. As Melina looked closer, she noticed the creatures were...female? She could make out wrappings around each chest concealing what must’ve been two mountainous breasts, and as her eyes traveled downward, she could see a well-muscled bare midriff fanning out into a pair of shapely hips that filled out the loincloths in a way Melina would’ve thought was quite nice, had she not been so terrified. Finally, Melina forced her eyes to look up into their fearsome faces...the creatures’ beady eyes glared down at her over squat, bulbous noses, each regarding her with no small amount of hostility. Their mouths were curled up in a snarl, dusky green lips pulled back over sets of deadly-looking tusks. They all had a variety of hairstyles, from messy mohawks to sideshaves, to completely shaven heads. The one closest to Melina had a single braid, running from the tip of her forehead all the way down past her back, and in her hand was a fearsome looking iron battle-axe, the grip bound in leather. “Hmm…” The creature grumbled in a rich, husky alto, squatting down next to Melina. Up close, Melina could really see the creature's face in detail. Her skin was rife with lines and crags, like hide stretched over a drum. Her eyes were a strange blend of amber and green, seeming to change in the light of Melina's torch. Her tusks were stained and worn, one of them bearing a golden band around it that glinted in the fire light. “Man-cub..." She muttered again, her mouth curling into a bone-chilling grin. "Pretty far from your little village, arncha?” She cackled wickedly. Melina said nothing, her voice completely stolen by fear. Her eyes bugged out as she regarded the creature in front of her, only able to look on in terror. The amazon’s devious grin widened. “Oy, lasses, seems we’ve got ourselves a mutie.” She murmured, causing a low rumble of laughter to echo around the woman’s compatriots. The green giant looked back at Melina, chuckling. “Yeh dumb, girl, or just scared? I-” Suddenly, she stopped, narrowing her eyes and sniffing the air. “Ah…” She sneered, her eyes dropping to Melina’s crotch. “Scared it is. Smart lass. Can’t tell yeh how many of yer kind we’ve axed cause they didn’t have the good sense t’be afraid of the Kh’raven Tribe.” She muttered as she stood back up. “‘Course, it seems nunya have the decency t’be afraid of us orcs anymore, the way yeh come into our forest, take what yeh want and force the rest of us t’ either run away, kowtow and slave away for yeh, or be put t’the sword.” Melina still said nothing, merely trembling on the ground in the face of what she was certain was going to be a painful death. The orc woman rolled her shoulders, causing the muscles within them to ripple impressively. “I’ll tell yeh, we don’t take too kindly t’bein’ at the mercy of yer little pink arses. It’s demeanin’, it is… and it seems yeh all have forgotten who really rules these woods. Your king wagers we’ll all just lay down and submit...and we Kh’raven always settle our wagers, don’t we?” Another rumble of laughter from the surrounding orcs. Feeling was beginning to return to Melina’s body, and she swallowed, trying to bring some moisture back to her mouth. “W-whatever problems you have with the King,” She squeaked, a lot braver than she felt. “I have no part in it. I’m no royal, and I don’t claim to be. S-so just...air out your grievances with him if you must, and leave me be!” One of the clean-shaven orcs snarled. “You dare speak to th’ captain of th’ Kh’raven Guard like that!? A good slap to yer slave-makin’ face oughta tame yer tongue…” She hissed, starting forward with her hand outstretched, but she was stopped by the leader’s outstretched arm. “Easy, Malash…” the guard captain murmured, her eyes flitting back to Melina. Her expression was less wicked than it had been...She looked more curious than anything now. “Got some fire in you, man-cub…” She grumbled, an undertone of admiration in her voice. “More’n I’ve seen from the rest of yer ilk, anyway. The Chief’s gonna be quite interested ‘n you... Ognil, Ghora.” She barked, getting to her feet. “Help our little pet up.” Melina’s eyes widened in fear once more. Chief!? Was she going to be taken to their...their home!? The orc called Malash peered dumbfounded at the guard captain as two other orcs stepped forward towards Melina, roughly hoisting her up by her arms. She yelped as the action jolted her ponderously full bladder, and immediately her thighs squeezed together as she fought to keep herself from leaking again. “Yeh can’t be serious, Khamina…” Malash began, setting her jaw. “What use could th’ Chief have for a little worm like her? We should just kill her now and be done w-” “The Chief’ll decide what she can have use for, Malash.” Khamina cut in coolly, though there was a bit of an edge to her voice that said she was not to be challenged. “‘Sides…” She reached out, running a finger along Melina’s cheek with a smirk as she was dragged past. “‘Twould be a shame to kill a pretty little thing like her fer no reason. Alright, you lot, move out!” She ordered turning and striding away. Malash scowled, casting one last dirty look at Melina before following the captain. Melina herself could only swallow and pray, letting out a small whimper as the orcs dragged her away into the night. TO BE CONTINUED…. 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Foxlover 989 Posted October 7, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 7, 2020 (edited) Hello again! Sorry this chapter took so long, I was having computer problems >.< Originally I was planning to make this just 3 chapters but, I got a bit carried away, so I decided to cut chapter two...in two. XD As always, hope you all enjoy! CHAPTER 2: The Warcamp Melina was not one for crying, usually. She thought it a silly and juvenile way to respond to one’s problems, one best abandoned in youth. But as she hung by her forearms from the vice like grip of two Amazonian orc women, being dragged back to their den, she couldn’t help the tears from falling down her cheeks… and the way things were going, her other “cheeks” were about to get a similar bath. Luckily her legs were free for her to twist and squeeze and do anything she could to hold off the impending flood, though part of her didn’t know why she bothered. She’d never live to see the sunrise tomorrow, why deny herself relief? No… she thought adamantly to herself. If I’m going to die, it’ll be upright and proud, not soiling myself like a child… And so, her thighs continued to rub against each other, causing her to shift this way and that in the grasp of her captors. “Oi…” One of the orcs holding her grumbled, glaring down at her. “Stop all that squirmin’ about, y’hear?” Melina swallowed, doing her best to heed the command...but without the reinforcing pressure of her rubbing thighs, it came down to sheer will to hold back her flood, and already the pain of doing so was becoming unbearable. Her toes curled in her boots as she tensed her pelvic muscles, wincing at each wave of pressure that bore down upon her tiring sphincter. They walked for what seemed like ever, further and further into the forest. Even if Arwen and the others were looking for her, there was no way they’d find her now… she’d never see her master again, or her friends...Pris...She’d never see her dear Priscilla again… Melina swallowed again, trying to fight off the next wave of tears as they welled up fresh in her eyes. She was distracted from her morose contemplation as after another ten minutes or so, Melina saw a smudge of flickering orange against the shadowy darkness of the forest, pulsing like a heartbeat. As they got closer, the smudge got clearer and brighter, until she realized that it was fire… multiple roaring fires, to be exact, burning brightly in what looked like watchtowers of some sort. The topmost flames crackled brightly, silhouetting what looked to be gargantuan barricades of logs even taller than the orcs, overlaid with large wooden spikes jutting outward to ward off intruders. Her ears detected the low din of a crowd as they approached as well. It steadily got louder and louder until Melina could make out the hooting and hollering and carrying on of what she assumed had to be the rest of the tribe. What manner of custom was it that they’d all be making such a din at this time of night? Was it a ritual? Was it a holiday? Was in the shouts of joy that preceded a feast on the flesh of a human girl who’d wandered too far into the forest? Melina swallowed, legs trembling in fear as well as desperation. Finally, the procession approached a massive crude wooden gate consisting of two more giant wooden spikes stuck into the ground on either side, bearing a curved slat of wood between them. As Melina looked up, she could make out the silhouette of a stuffed boar’s head mounted on the slat, a grotesque sentry guarding the entrance to the orcs’ home. Her head craned left and right; the looming parapets extended into the darkness on either side, and there were sentry towers placed equidistantly along its perimeter, each manned by an orc dressed similarly to her captors. Khamina strode up to the great wooden gates, raising a hand to hail the orcs on guard. One of them shouted something to her in a foreign tongue, and Khamina answered back in the same language. Melina couldn’t understand Orcish, but she assumed it had to be some manner of password or secret phrase; any encampment this fortified would have such measures in place to ward off trespassers. After a moment, the gates swung open, revealing a long, oblong dirt path flanked by torches in wooden sconces. Melina couldn’t help but peer around her as she was dragged inside, her fascination with the strange place briefly overcoming her fear. A half-dozen animal hide tents lined each side of the path, nestled under tall wooden walkways that curved down towards the gate and bore an equal number of tents upon them. Between the third and forth upper tent on each side rose the tallest towers, and Melina could now clearly see the great bronze basins blazing inside them, lighting the entire pavilion. The space beneath the corresponding tents beneath looked open, possibly a path leading to other parts of the camp… from her angle behind the guard captain, Melina couldn’t tell for sure. All around were orcs talking, laughing, eating or laying out under the stars… and strangely enough, they all appeared to be female. A few of them turned to look at the newest prisoner the guard had brought back, but most of them ignored her; this must’ve been somewhat of a common occurrence. None of them looked hungry, which Melina took some small comfort in. Directly ahead of them at the end of the dirt path was a large, squat wooden cabin, elevated on a constructed platform accessible by a set of stairs. Two bronze boar statues stood on either side of the stairs, raised on their own stone plinths. As they got closer, Melina could see a roughspun cloth hanging over the entrance to the stout abode, emblazoned with a crude orcish head over a pair of x-crossed battle axes. On either side, next to wooden columns inlaid with gold at the top and base, stood two more orcs. They were dressed in leather cuirasses, and wore what appeared to be bronzed seals on their waists. Each of them held a tall silver halberd and had a piercing in the left ear. Judging by their slightly more serious armor, not to mention the prominence of the building itself, Melina guessed whoever lived here had to be quite important. Khamina held up a hand to stop the party as she strode up the stairs to meet the guards. After a brief conversation in that foreign tongue of theirs, one of them turned and disappeared into the hold. Melina swallowed, anxiety blooming inside her stomach in tandem with the now nearly numbing ache in her abdomen. After a few more minutes, the guard reappeared, murmuring something to Khamina, who in turn looked back, beckoning her fellows forward. Malash nodded and strode forward, followed by Ognild and Ghora hefting Melina between them. The girl groaned inwardly as she was dragged up the steps, every bump of her feet against the stairs sending a painful jolt through her straining bladder...she winced as she felt another tiny spurt escape her, running in lazy golden rivulets down her inner thigh. The guards regarded Melina as she was dragged past, snorting in a manner most feral. As Melina was pulled through the drapes, she felt a burst of heat wash over her from the large fire pit in the middle of the floor, coated in burnished copper and crackling gently. All manner of animal pelts coated the floor and hung on the walls of the stately hold, signifying that it was the place of great rank. Had she not been so deathly terrified, she would have thought it was quite a charming lodge. The two orcs holding Melina followed Khamina around the edge of the firepit, towards the other side of the cabin. There, on another, smaller elevated platform, flanked by two more guards, sat what Melina assumed had to be the Chief. This orc was a slightly lighter shade of green than her underlings, but she was no less muscular or menacing. She was dressed similar to her guard, save for a bearskin cape draped around her broad shoulders and a necklace of various animal teeth resting against her generous bosom. Circlets of bronze clasped her wrists, and intricate leather armbands strained against the rippling biceps on each of her arms. Each long, pointed ear was pierced with two bronze rings, and Melina could see an intricate gold ring encircling each of her tusks. One look at her midriff told Melina that the Chieftain’s bellybutton was pierced as well, bearing a gold stud right above the little nub. Her hair was shaved on both sides, the top done in another intricate braid even larger than Khamina’s. She was reclining on a tall, simple wooden throne covered in fur and ringed by two massive tusks of some creature Melina didn’t even recognize...and for some curious reason, her lap was covered in a quilt, despite the considerable warmth of the hold. Ognild and Ghora dragged Melina up towards the throne as Khamina knelt before the chieftain, murmuring something to her in Orcish. The chieftain spoke back, and they carried on for a few moments as Melina waited with bated breath. Finally, the chieftain’s eyes flitted from her guard captain to Melina, and she raised a green hand to beckon them forth. Melina yelped as she was dragged even closer and tossed before the chief without thought. The action sent the most intense shock yet through her tortured bladder, and she had to tense every muscle in her body to keep from gushing right then and there. She trembled, both in fear and with the effort of keeping herself (mostly) dry, not daring to look up lest she offend the stalwart orcess. The chieftain’s lips curled into a ghost of a smirk as she regarded the snivelling pink girl in front of her. “Look at me, man-cub.” She growled authoritatively in a gravelly voice that was slightly higher than Khamina’s, but no less commanding. Melina swallowed, slowly and shakily raising her head. The chieftain continued to stare at her. “Stand.” She commanded. Melina whimpered and did as she was told, attempting to get to her feet...and immediately she hunched over again as her bladder jackknifed within her abdomen, nearly causing her to collapse again. The chieftain set her jaw, looking as though she were trying not to smile. “I told you to stand, man-cub. Why do you defy me?” Melina swallowed again, forcing herself to look up. “I-I’m sorry, Your Grace, b-but I...I can’t...” “Why not?” Came the booming answer. Melina bit her lip. Her eyes flitted around, and she felt her cheeks redden. At her hesitation, Malash’s lips curled up in a sneer. “Chief Urza asked you a question, whelpling…” She hissed, crossing one thick arm over the other. Melina swallowed a third time, steeling herself. “I...I need to wee…” She murmured in a small voice. “Speak up, child.” Chief Urza ordered with a hint of a growl. “You try my patience.” Melina shivered again, squeezing her thighs together. “I-I need to wee…” She said a bit louder, prompting a rumble of snickering from the attendant guard. The chief sneered, leaning forward. “‘Need to wee’, do you? Fragile little man-cub, gagging for a slash?” She smirked. “Khamina here says she could smell the piss on you when they found you...and now you stand before me, desperate to release again...pitiful…” At this, Melina’s fear was momentarily buried under a modicum of indignation. “I never released…” She huffed before she could stop herself. “I-I’ve been holding it in since last night...it’s only natural I’ll have to go eventually…” The attendant guards blinked, looking at each other, as did the two orcs who’d brought Melina in. Urza herself raised an eyebrow. “Last night, you say? Strong, for a human… let’s see just how strong…” She nodded to Malash, who grinned and strode forward towards Melina. The girl paled, her bravado disappearing as she instinctively backed away from the woman, but Malash’s hand was too fast; she caught Melina by the collar, tugging her forward. She ripped the cloth keeping Melina’s hair in place free and forced it between the girl’s lips, bringing it around her head and tying it off. Cackling, she grabbed the girl’s arms, forcing them behind her back and easily holding both the girl’s wrists in place with one fist. With the other, she reached around, roughly pulling up Melina’s shirt to her midriff, exposing her smooth, milky flesh and the rotund protrusion in her abdomen. As Urza’s eyes dropped to it, Melina could’ve swore she saw something jump under the quilt from between the chieftain’s thighs. “Hmm… you appear quite full indeed…” She murmured. The orc chief leaned forward, her intense gaze settling on Melina as her lips curled back over her jagged teeth in a wicked grin. “I’ll tell you what. How about a little wager, man-cub? You say you’ve not tasted relief since last night...If you can hold your waters for a meager ten minutes more, I will have my guards escort you back to the edge of the forest, where you can run along back to your human village. If not...you will remain here, and become a servant of the Kh’raven till the next harvest moon.” Melina swallowed, rubbing her thighs together again. Ten minutes? It would be tough, but...she’d waited this long, she was sure she could make it another ten minutes...but what if the Chieftain didn’t keep her word? How was Melina to know she’d actually be set free? Justice and mercy didn’t seem to be large concerns for a civilization such as this... Melina set her jaw. She had no choice...if there was a chance she could leave this nightmare behind, she had to take it. Melina nodded, looking the chief square in the eye with as much dignity as she could muster being gagged and half-bent over in desperation. Chief Urza grinned deviously. “We have an accord, then.” She murmured, looking up at Malash and nodding again. The orc woman nodded back, bringing her hand around to Melina’s stomach and resting a large, green hand on the protruding bulge. Melina’s eyes suddenly widened as she realized what was going to happen, and why she’d been given such a short window. She vehemently shook her head. “N-nuuhh, nuh pleafe dunt!” She pleaded. With a sneer, Malash pressed her fingers into Melina’s swollen abdomen, causing the girl to lurch forward, her upper body trembling with the effort not to explode right there. The hand relented for a moment, causing Melina to gasp in relief...but the respite was short-lived as the woman dug in and pressed again, forcing a groan from Melina’s gagged lips as she shook her head back and forth. Chief Urza chuckled to herself as Malash continued to rhythmically dig her fingers into the young alchemist’s swollen organ, trying to literally squeeze the piss out of the poor girl’s twitching form. Melina squirmed and writhed in the woman’s grasp, tears stinging her eyes as the river of urine bore heavily on her weakening muscles. Her thighs quivered as her incompressible bladder was compressed, waves of pressure battering down on her tired sphincter… and still, she did not give in. How she’d managed to hold on this long was anyone’s guess...she’d been near to bursting before falling into the ravine, and her bladder had only gotten fuller since then, growing tight and swollen in her abdomen… and now a superhumanly strong orc was trying to squeeze the pee out of her with her hand, with only her aching muscles to fight back. But Melina still just barely held on, her will and her pride the only things keeping her from bursting right here in the hold. The rest of the orcs were watching intently, all bearing similar looks of surprise at how resilient the human girl was. It was obvious that she was ready to pop, and yet she denied both Malash and herself the satisfaction of finally giving in to the overwhelming pressure… and it was beginning to affect them. Ghora and Ognild both watched with rapt attention, their eyes roving hungrily over Melina’s half-exposed form. Khamina had her axe upside down in the dirt, leaning on it as her eyes watched Malash’s hand dig mercilessly into the taut bump on the girl’s navel… she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a slightly darker green as she slowly, discreetly began to rock her hips against the shaft of her weapon with gentle sighs. Even Chief Urza, haughty as she was, had a bit of a shortness to her breath...and the quilt over her lap began to twitch over and over again, causing the material to jump up and down. Beads of sweat dotted Melina’s forehead as her eyes rolled back in her head, drool running down her chin as she continued to hold on. With a grunt of frustration Malash adjusted her angle, her fingers now pointed down towards Melina’s crotch. She resumed her pressing, kneading in a digging motion in an effort to force the urine downward and break Melina’s tenuous control. Melina squeaked from around her gag, her eyes rolling up in her head as her thighs vibrated in protest to this new method of torment. Try as she might, she knew it was over...her loins burned like fire, the ponderous liquid load within her weighing mercilessly on her weakened sphincter. After a few more seconds of this onslaught, Melina could stand it no longer. With a strangled gurgle, her muscles gave out as urine gushed from between her thighs, hissing noisily into her trousers. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she continued to blast the floor for all she was worth, the day and half’s worth of pee streaming down onto the dirt below and running in little rivulets down the divot towards the fire. As Melina continued to violently wet herself, Urza let out a raucous bout of laughter. “It’s quite perplexing how a soft little race like you was able to conquer so much of this land, when you can’t even hold your own piss properly.” She teased, her cruel grin still upon her face. “You impress me, though, man-cub...you made it nearly seven minutes. Do not worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get strong in the coming days. Ghora, Ognild...take her to the apothecary hut.” Melina’s head hung as her stream finally began to abate after nearly 2 full minutes, her shoulders shaking with both relief and despair. Her one chance at freedom, washed away in her urine. Now she was trapped here until autumn, and who knew if she’d even survive that long. This time, as Ghora and Ognild stepped forward to drag the girl away, she let the tears fall freely. Her head hung as they pulled her back around the fire pit, Malash grinning in triumph as she watched...though unbeknownst to the girl, her eyes never once left Melina’s soaked hindquarters. As they emerged once again into the night, she heard snorts from the orcs guarding the Chieftain’s throne room, and their throaty chuckles from behind her caused her cheeks to burn in humiliation. She felt even more eyes on her as she was dragged back through the center of the camp, trailing urine all the way. She was sure they were beginning to murmur about her...the weak, foolish human who’d wet herself like an infant. She didn’t even know what her new servitude would entail...given the rough look of the camp, and the treatment she’d gotten since arriving, she couldn’t imagine it would be anything pleasant. So caught up in her despondency was Melina that she hardly even noticed when the orcs veered off the main path, dragging her under the wooden walkways and through to a small clearing surrounded by smaller but still quite strong looking walls of sharpened logs. At the far corner sat a large, squat hut, the door and single window of it gently glowing from the fire within. Atop the thatched roof was a small hole out of which billowed smoke...someone must’ve been home. As they got closer, Melina’s head raised. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Melina could’ve sworn she saw chrysanthemums, lilies and violets around the front… an orc who kept a garden? One of the orcs let go of her, causing Melina to droop in the dirt, suspended by one arm in the other’s grip. The orc strode forward, banging on the door. “Oi! Milkweed! Open up!” There was a rustling in the hut as someone moved towards the door, and it opened to reveal a young orc girl who looked hardly older than Melina...and quite smaller than any other orc she’d met. She was still rather robust when compared to humans, and looked as though she’d probably be a fair bit taller than Melina standing up, but in contrast to her hulking compatriots, this one was…downright puny. From her awkward position, Melina could see that she was also dressed far more conservatively, in a simple linen dress and a leather apron. Her toned green arms were folded in front of her as she looked up at her visitors in quiet reservation. “Yes, Ognild?” She said in the gentlest voice Melina had heard in this camp. The bigger orc snorted. “You got a new roommate.” She huffed, beckoning her compatriot forward. Melina yelped as she was yanked forward and tossed at the new woman’s feet with an unceremonious *thud*, her trousers squelching wetly as she landed. “Careful, seems she isn’t house-trained…” Ognild cackled, high-fiving Ghora as they both turned to make their way back to camp proper. Melina swallowed, struggling to sit up and wincing as she felt her urine on her pants beginning to cool. “Here…” The orc woman before her murmured gently. “Let me help you…” She reached down, gently grabbing Melina’s arms and hoisting her up with surprising strength, given her relatively diminutive stature. As Melina got shakily to her feet, she got her first good look up at the new girl’s face, blinking in surprise. This orc was...there was no other word for it; pretty. Her leafy green skin looked smooth and soft, and her dark hair was unshaven, merely tied back in a messy braid that sloped gently over her shoulder. Her jade lips were a bit pouty, closed gently over tiny tusks that looked more like cute little fangs than anything. But the strangest thing was her eyes...they were clouded white, and the tissue around them looked scarred and diseased. Melina swallowed. “I...you’re-” “-Blind? Since the day I was born.” the orc girl murmured with a wan chuckle. “Come, let’s get you inside…” She murmured, taking the girl’s hand once more and pulling her into the hut. The first thing that hit Melina was the smell. It was...odd, but quite wonderful. All manner of scent and aroma swirled around her head in a heady bouquet that would have been overwhelming, had she not spent most of her time in similarly aromatic environments. “One moment, I’ll fetch you some fresh clothes…” The girl murmured, disappearing behind a small curtain over to the right of the hut. The abode was a bit cozier than it looked, a large rectangular room with the most central feature being the lit fireplace on the other side in a stone hearth. Above it hung all manner of pots, pans and strange cooking utensils, and to the side sat a squat little table with a single chair. Up against the opposite wall was a large bookcase that was filled not with books, but with plants and strange stones of all different shapes and sizes. So prominent was it that Melina almost didn’t notice the curtained off doorway behind it, through which she could just make out a stout little bed shoved unceremoniously into the corner. It reminded her of her own room back in Rivenwelle, and the thought made her heart ache. "This may be a little big on you…” the girl called as she came back in with a fresh linen tunic. “But at least you won’t have to go bottomless while I get your trousers clean…just slide them off, I’ll take care of them.” Melina continued to stand in the center of the room, arms around herself. “U-um...take them off? Here?” She murmured. The orc girl turned round, smirking gently as her sightless eyes crinkled up in humor. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll see something I shouldn’t?” Melina reddened as the reality dawned on her, and she quickly set to removing her boots and peeling off the dripping fabric, wincing as it made a sucking noise coming off of her skin. She gently folded them, reddening even deeper as she held them out. The orc girl pursed her lips for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the urine-soaked fabric without so much as a twitch. She held the tunic out for Melina, who took it without a word. As she began redressing herself, Melina watched the girl move about the hut with a surety she didn’t expect from someone who couldn’t see. It was as if she knew the entire place by heart, able to find where she was by knowing where she’d been. “So...it’s been a while since we’ve had a human here…What’s your name?” The orc girl murmured as she reached up to fetch a pot from above the fireplace. Melina blinked. “Urm...Melina...” The orc girl grinned. “Melina...that’s a nice name. I’m Orla. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Melina nodded, feeling herself relax slightly. This had by far been the most hospitable orc she’d encountered, no sense expending energy keeping up an unnecessary guard. “Okay...Orla…” Melina murmured. “Erm...How did you know I was human?” Orla grinned over her shoulder. “You all smell funny. And I don’t mean the particular funny smell that you have right now, but a general, regular ‘funny’... like wood and steel and flowers and...honey.” She murmured, shrugging. “Every human I’ve encountered has smelled the exact same.” Melina frowned. “Uh...have you encountered many humans?” Orla took the pot down, turning it over in her hands. “Not directly. But a few of them pass by our camp in the forest, dressed in those metal suits… they smell like you.” She murmured, chuckling. “So...how did you get out here?” Melina swallowed, casting her eyes down. “I...was with my mentor, and my...classmates…” She murmured. “...I slipped off the path and fell into a ravine, and...and…” “-and Khamina found you.” The orc girl finished, feeling her way over to the squat table and reaching out for a moment before her hands closed over a water pitcher. “I’m surprised you’re still alive, she must’ve really liked you…” At this, Melina looked up with a huff. “Liked me? You’re telling me I was kidnapped, taken to this camp and enslaved because she was being merciful?” Orla shrugged as she began to pour water into the pot. “To orc-kind, life is a mercy. As long as you can breathe, you can fight, and all that… but...she probably had other thoughts, too...I assume you’ve met Chief Urza?” Melina pursed her lips, remembering how that woman had laughed as she burst all over the ground. “I have…” She muttered darkly. The orc girl turned towards Melina, detecting the shift in her voice. “Ah...I know she’s...someone that takes some getting used to, but she’s not really a bad sort, she just...has to look like she is. Hard enough to lead a camp when you’re only filling in for your husband…” At this, Melina looked up again. “...‘Husband’?” She repeated. Orla chuckled again as she brought the pot over to hang on the fire. “Yes, Agroth the Bane...he’s our Chief, has been since before the war…” Melina blinekd. “I-the war? What do you mean?” Orla blinked in turn. “Goodness, you humans really don’t know about anything outside your castle, do you?” She jested, chuckling once more. “Last winter, the goblin hordes from the Black Mountain began poaching off our hunting grounds...started small, with small game like pheasant and rabbits. Chief Agroth didn’t want to incite a conflict over nothing, so he let it be. But his restraint made them bold, and they began going after larger game...boars and deer, even elk… finally, he decided to confront them. Goblin King told the Chief that the runoff from the Black Mountain was what made the soil fertile and attracted the wildlife, so they had the true claim to the lands, and if the Kh'raven wanted it, they'd have to fight for it. Chief tried to be diplomatic...told the goblins that if they apologized and left, he’d leave their skulls uncrushed and their stores un-pillaged. Course, that didn’t sit too well with the Goblin King, and he told the Chief…” She swallowed, her empty gaze cast downward. “He told the Chief that if he was too yellow-hearted to fight, he’d bring a platoon of goblins to the village to show the orc women what true conquest looks like. Since then, we’ve been at war. All the men are off fighting, so the women and the elderly are here, tending the homestead. I’d say we’ve risen to the occasion, all things considered…” Melina found herself listening with rapt attention, completely ensorceled by the tale. “So they just...left the women to run the village? And they were okay with that?” Orla nodded, now heading over towards a cupboard over the table. “Sure. Most of the women here can swing an axe as well as any man...the Kh’raven value strength above everything, even gender. In fact, Khamina’s been guard captain since before Agroth left, simply ‘cause no one’s been able to beat her in any competition.” Melina frowned. “So she’s in charge cause she’s the strongest?” Orla nodded again. “More or less. The stronger you are, the higher your station. That’s why the skinny little blind orc is stuffed away out of sight, where I 'belong'." She muttered with a dry snort. "I can move on my own alright, but I’d be useless in a fight… so I spend my time here, mixing my tinctures and trying to stay out of everyone’s way.” she murmured, sounding a little dejected. Melina felt her heart seize in her chest with pity. “Well…” She said, sitting up. “I happen to think you’re the loveliest person I’ve met here. I don’t care that you can’t fight, you’re kind and caring and...and pretty…” She murmured, blushing gently. Orla seemed just as flustered, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of green as her smile returned. “Khamina says flowery compliments are for babes and beavers, but… it’s nice to hear. I’m sure you’re quite pretty yourself…” She murmured. Melina watched Orla pull a strange clay pot out of the cupboard, opening it and pulling a pinch of some tart-smelling powder out. “This’ll help with your trousers. It’s a powdered concentrate of a powerful cleaning agent called-” “-Limewort.” Melina blurted automatically. “Made from the roots of the limewort vine and very good for drawing liquid out of fabric.” Blinking, Orla turned to the girl, her milky eyes widening in surprise. “...That’s right...How did you know that?” For the first time since arriving at the camp, Melina gave a small smile. “I’m an...alchemist, back in the human town...I deal with reagents like this all the time.” Orla blinked again, her face positively lighting up in excitement as she hurried over to Melina and squatted in front of her. “Are you really?” She muttered excitedly. “No one ever knows about the stuff I work with, how long have you been practicing?” A little flustered by the sudden questioning, Melina smiled shyly. “Since I was a wee lass, when I started mixing alfroot and vilenium...nearly blew my pa’s eyebrows off…” She chuckled. Orla’s grin widened and she plunked herself down, hurriedly rolling up her dress to reveal a shiny burn on the side of her calf. “Same thing happened to me! Alfroot and vilenium!” She cackled. “But I had nothing to treat it with, I was all out of-” “-Springsprig!?” Melina interrupted, feeling her trepidation melt away almost immediately as she leaned forward. “You know, burns can also be treated with a bit of maloeleaf and honey…” “...But only when set on a shelf for a few days…” Orla continued. “To let the sugar break the petals down!” They both yelled in unison. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly both girls devolved into a fit of laughter as they reveled in finding a kindred soul. Melina wiped a tear away from her eye, still snorting and in considerably higher spirits. “Ha...hahaha...so, erm...the limewort…” She murmured. “You use it often?” Orla nodded, her grin the widest it had been as she got to her feet. “Oh, yes. It works wonders on urine stains.” Reddening, Melina cleared her throat. “You...have a lot of experience cleaning...pee stains?” Orla chuckled as she grabbed the jar again and began sprinkling the powder on the trousers. “More than you could imagine…” She replied, giving Melina a sly little smile. “You’ll see.” Briefly perplexed by Melina’s cryptic response, Melina merely settled back with a gentle sigh. “Well...I suppose there are worse places to be trapped until autumn…” Orla frowned gently, cocking her head. “Autumn?” She repeated. Melina’s own frown returned, and she sighed deeply. “That’s how long I have to stay here...the Chief said I’d be free to go if I could hold my pee for ten minutes, but….I hadn’t gone in a day and a half, and that nasty orc kept...kept pressing and I...couldn't hold it…and now I’m stuck here...” She murmured, sounding quite forlorn. Orla peered down at the girl, gently biting her lip as if wrestling with something. She knelt down next to the girl again. “There’s no sense worrying about it right now. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning, after a good night’s sleep.” Melina looked up at Orla, her gentle, concerned features...for a fleeting moment, she reminded Melina of Priscilla… Swallowing, Melina averted her gaze, nodding. Orla smiled, gently helping Melina up once more and leading her over to the bed. “Here...you can sleep here. I’ll be working on your trousers a bit longer, and I’m a bit of a night owl anyway…” As soon as Melina sat down, her eyes felt heavy, as if all the anxiety from the day were weighing down on her. She gratefully laid down, pulling the covers over her body. Her eyes briefly flitted to Orla, humming gently to herself as she flitted about the hut… and slowly, she closed her eyes, finally drifting off to sleep. Edited October 7, 2020 by Foxlover (see edit history) Zuorsara, Biku, Manticore and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Manticore 20 Posted October 11, 2020 Share Posted October 11, 2020 Great continuation, the two alchemists get together really well and I do hope we see a few large-bladdered reasons why Orla cleans a lot of stains... Looking forward to more! Quote Link to comment
Foxlover 989 Posted October 21, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 21, 2020 (edited) CHAPTER 3: Servitude Melina was awoken by the smell of something cooking. It was....rich, aromatic, and a bit spicy… entirely foreign but still quite delicious-smelling. She sat up under the quilts, looking around the space. The room was still dim, illuminated only by the light shining around the thick curtain separating the room from the rest of the hut. The hut…. Suddenly, the events of the past day flooded into Melina’s mind. The expedition, falling into the ravine, being found by the orcs, being brought to the Chief, weeing herself like a little girl… Reality, cold and harsh, washed over her like a wave. She swallowed, trying to force down the anxiety welling up within her chest… she was bound to serve these creatures for the next few months, and she had no idea what such things would entail, but she could almost guarantee it would be unpleasant… She took a shuddering gasp, tears welling at the corners of her eyes as she continued to contemplate her lot… what were her choices? She could try to run, but there were guard towers all over the place, and they were all in view of the exit. Even if she managed to escape, she had no idea where she was...she’d simply be wandering the forest, waiting for something even nastier than the orcs to find her. Her shoulders slumped as the hopelessness of her situation continued to settle on her...she was well and truly trapped… “Melina?” Came a voice from the other side of the curtain. The young blonde blinked, turning towards the sound. “...Oh! Orla!” She exclaimed to herself, completely forgetting her woes as her host’s voice carried over to her. The curtain was pulled back, causing Melina to shield her eyes from the sudden light as Orla peered down at her. She was dressed differently today, clad in a sleeveless dark leather vest that extended down past her waist over her skirts and was cinched with a belt adorned with all manner of pouches. Melina’s eyes briefly flitted to Orla’s arms, fully exposed… they still were considerably more slender than the beefy strongwomen of the tribe, but they were no less sculpted, probably from years of stirring orcish concoctions. Reddening gently, Melina cleared her throat. “Erm...good morning…” She murmured. Orla smiled gently. “Oh, good, you’re awake. You should get up and get dressed, breakfast is nearly done… and we’ll need to eat quickly, I imagine they’re finishing up at the mess hall soon…” Melina blinked, frowning. “There’s a mess hall? Wait...so, why are you eating here?” Orla chuckled, pushing the curtain further back. “All they like is to grab legs of mutton and tear into them...I prefer my breakfasts to have a little more...I dunno, variety.” She tittered, still smiling as she turned and sauntered back to the cauldron that Melina assumed was the source of the scent. Her stomach growled… she realized she hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, and she was quite famished. She pushed the quilts off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed, getting to her feet. She looked around for a moment before spotting her trousers, folded neatly at the foot of the bed, underneath her freshly cleaned boots. With a sigh, she pulled them on, tugged on her boots and followed her nose out to the food. Orla was back in the main parlour, stirring the contents of the cauldron. Melina smoothed down the night-tunic she’d been given as she strode in, looking around. “So, um… once we eat, we go to the mess hall?” Orla turned round, nodding gently as she took the cauldron off the flame and set it on the linens before setting a flat pan-like surface over the flame. “Yes, but don’t worry… there won’t be too much of a mess to clean up, the losers of yesterday’s match will be on chore duty for the week, they’ll probably have taken care of it…” Melina frowned, looking over at Orla. “...Yesterday’s match?” Orla chuckled gently to herself as she reached over towards a small shelf above the table, grabbing a few eggs and cracking them into the sizzling pan. “The Kh’raven are an...interesting folk.” She said, her speech just as cryptic as last night. “There’s another match happening this morning...It would be easier for you to see than for me to simply tell you…” Melina furrowed her brow, a strange sense of foreboding in her chest. “Come on, what is it? Is it some sort of sport?” Orla raised her head, gently tapping her chin. “...Yeah, I’d say so.” She said, her grin returning as she turned her sightless gaze towards Melina. Melina got the sense the orc girl was enjoying being deliberately vague, and so she decided to leave the subject alone. “Fine...so, what are you making?” Orla seemingly ignored her question, merely pointing up towards the higher shelf. “Grab two of those bowls, will you?” Melina huffed gently, but she acquiesced, striding over and grabbing two roughhewn wooden bowls down from above the cauldron and holding them out towards Orla. The orcish alchemist scooped the eggs off the pan with a wooden slat, sliding two into each bowl. She then took both the bowls and grabbed the iron ladle resting against the side of the cauldron, dipping it inside. She scooped up what looked to be a thick, rich brown stew that she ladled over the eggs, handing one bowl to Melina and keeping the other for herself. Melina took a deep whiff, and immediately her mouth started watering, she was so hungry. As soon as Orla gave her a spoon, she dug in, practically shoving spoonfuls of the spicy brown gravy and eggs into her mouth. Orla couldn’t help but chuckle as she sat down on a nearby stool with her own bowl, beginning to eat with a much less fervent speed. Melina cleaned her bowl in nothing flat, smacking her lips and looking around towards the cauldron. Orla looked up, only half-way through her own bowl. “The way you eat, I’d imagine you’ll fit in fine around here…” She chuckled, causing Melina to blush. “...Sorry, I...hadn’t eaten since yesterday…” Orla holds up a hand, shaking her head. “Don’t apologize...to be honest, most of my kin think you humans are too prim and proper anyways, it’s nice to see someone unabashedly enjoying themselves...well, figuratively, at least…” She added, her sightless eyes crinkling up in her cheeky grin. Melina offered a small chuckle of her own… despite her instincts to remain guarded here, Orla was simply too easy to be around. After a few more moments, the orc girl had finished as well, setting her own bowl down and getting to her feet. “Right then…” She murmured, dusting herself off. “Ready to go?” ~~~~~ As the door swung open, Melina blinked in the light of the late morning sun, shining down warmly on the camp. The wooden walls cast short shadows over the grassy clearings, making this particular sector of the village look still somewhat dark. Melina noticed that the towers looked to be even more intricate in daylight, wooden slats latticed all up the sides as a rope ladder hung down the front for the guards to climb in and out. In fact, she could see one now… a large green leg swung out of the nearest tower, resting on the top most rung before the rest of the orc followed. She looked no different than the other orcs from the back, bald save for a long braid protruding from the crown of her head. She too was clad in tightly wound leather pauldrons, a cloth tunic underneath her loincloth and her own leather vest that seemed to fasten in the back with brass clasps… though Melina noticed those clasp were undone. As she descended the ladder, Melina couldn’t help but notice her climbing was a little awkward. Her thighs were pressed together, making for some strange footwork as she tried to ease her way down the rope. As she got to the ground, she stood, tensed for a minute before rolling her shoulders and turning around, making towards the camp proper with the same stiff tension in her body and her vest strangely pushed slightly out and away from her body. Melina watched her go, frowning. “What’s the matter with her?” She asked. Orla turned to Melina, frowning. “With who?” Melina blinked. “What do you mean? That guard right there, didn’t you see her- oh…” Her face burned with embarrassment as she cleared her throat, merely striding forward after the guard towards the main part of camp. The rest of the camp was already alive with activity, multiple orcs striding across the pitch with crates under their arms or piles of weapons in their hands. The air was full of idle chatter, and somewhere in the distance, the grinding of a whetstone could be heard. In the light of day, Melina couldn’t help but noticed how much bigger everyone looked...except for Orla, not a single Orc was under 6 feet tall, most averaging to be at least a few inches taller than that, and every one of them had stacked bodies rippling with muscle and sinew that made Melina weak in the knees. Any one of these hulking amazons could snap her neck with a flex of their wrists, and she just had to pray none of them would get the urge. Speaking of urge… Melina felt the barest twinges of a filling bladder within her abdomen. Having soiled herself so completely yesterday, and not having had much to drink since, it was not a strong sensation by any means...but she was quite paranoid about it now, especially seeing how she hadn’t noticed any facilities here last night. Before she could fixate on the apparent lack of places one might relieve themselves, Melina felt Orla steering her away from the main pitch and towards the other archway leading to the eastern pavilion of the camp, where she could see a large wooden building that she assumed had to be the mess hall. Upon entering, she was immediately assaulted by the dizzying scent of ale and the raucous laughter of the orc guard all crowded around the giant wooden table. All of them were talking and laughing and shoving and generally making nuisances of themselves, all with flagons of ale in their hands. Towards the head of the table was Khamina, the loudest of all, pounding her fist on the table and waving her flagon back and forth, sloshing ale all across the table as she did. Melina swallowed, trying her best to make herself seem small as she and Orla made their way further inside. “OI!” Melina flinched and raised her head in time to see the braid-headed orc from earlier...the one that had tortured Melina to the point of wetting herself, leering at her with a wide grin. “If it ain't Milkweed and her new pet! Just in time!” The rest of the orcs howled in laughter, and Melina found her cheeks burning with indignation. Orla too frowned, though her expression was more one of quiet reservedness. “Good morning, Malash…” she murmured quietly. Malash upended the rest of her flagon into her mouth, belching before setting it down. “Yer just in time...me an’ the gals just finished up here. Perimeter guard just came in from their shift, so, hope you got that lime-whatever ready, I imagine we’re gonna have a soakin’ floor here soon…” “*hff, hff*... f-fuck off, Malash…” Huffed a voice from the other side of the table. Melina recognized this one, too… the one who’d come down from that tower. She had stood, glowering at the guard captain’s second in command with her thighs still pressed tightly together and undulating against one another. “Perimeter guard’s just fine…” Malash chuckled, shrugging. “If yeh say so, Murob...looks like yer about t’spill a gusher right now… and yer squad doesn’t look much better...” She cackled, gesturing to the row of squirming, wiggling orc guards. Each bore a look of extreme discomfort on their tusken faces, and there was a fair amount of creaking as they ground their giant green asses into the bench. “Ain’t about to spill nothin’. We spend all day and night in those towers without a single change while the rest of yeh just hose down any tree whenever the mood strikes ya...” The orc woman smirked, her hands on the table and her undulating hips betraying her smug taunts. Malash’s grin only widened. “Fine. Let’s see, then...who can sit here the longest. Losers take the first watch of winter.” Murob snorted. “Yer on. Yer gonna eat your fuckin’ words, rot-tusk... “Oh, I think I’m startin’ to want yeh teh make me, puny-pouch…” Malash responded in kind, eyeing her rival with a strange hunger. “Hey, both a’ you knock it off.” Khamina called over the din, glaring at the two of them. “Both of yeh are gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves. Murob, why don’t yeh take a walk and cool off… Malash, sit down and stop being so fuckin’ annoying.” She grumbled. Malash’s grin soured immediately at this, but after a single glare from Khamina, she scowled and took a seat anyway, grumbling to herself. “What was that?” Khamina asked immediately, glaring at Malash, who merely set her jaw. “Hmph...that’s what I thought. Alright, you lumps, break’s over...Tarog, you lost the match yesterday, so you get to clean up, but lucky for you, you got help.” She said, grinning over at Melina. As all eyes turned to her, Melina reddened, dropping her gaze again. “Oi...isn’t that the human Malash made piss herself last night?” “I think it is...Ghora said she’d been holdin’ it all day…” “That’s nothin’, Ognild told me she liked it…” “Hahaha, no way? She liked gettin’ piss on her? Shit, I ain’t been since the hunt yesterday morning! Hey, humie, I got some piss for yeh, yeh wanna-” “Alright...That’s enough.” Khamina huffed, though one could tell she was trying to suppress a grin. “Guard, time for rounds. Perimeter, back to your stations. The rest of you...I dunno, go make yourselves useful. If you want a piss, now’s the time, cause once we get to work, that’s it for the day.” The orcs nodded, grumbling as they got up and started leaving the table… though more than a few of them winced while doing so, looking to be moving just as stiffly as Murob was earlier, though they seemed to be taking great lengths not to show it. Melina could tell, though, they all were in varying states of discomfort… and by the number of empty flagons on the table, it wasn’t surprising. Only one stayed behind; a thicker orc with more pronounced hips wiggling to and fro and two twin braids running down her back. With a glower, she turned to Melina. “Well?” She sneered. “Clean this up, gorgeous.” Melina swallowed and nodded, immediately setting to collecting the spent flagons from the table. At this, Orla frowned, looking. “Khamina said these were your chores, Tarog…” She huffed. “You can’t just pawn them off on our guest.” Tarog snorted. “The hell I can’t…It’s been a while since we had a grunt around here...” She muttered, grinning as she popped Melina’s arse, causing the young girl to yelp. “Khamina said she’s supposed to help. She’s helpin’. If you wanna speed up the process, go right ahead, milkweed.” She muttered, flexing her shoulders. “I’m off teh take a slash n’ train. And you’d better do a damn good job, cause if I get in trouble, you get in trouble.” She growled at Melina before storming out of the mess hall. Melina said nothing, merely continuing to collect the flagons and trying not to let the orc’s words get to her. Orla sighed, shaking her head. “...I’m sorry, we really are an inconsiderate bunch…” She murmured. Melina shook her head. “It’s alright...the less time I have to spend around these louts, the better…” She grumbled. “Erm...present company excluded…” Orla smiled, feeling her way towards the table and beginning to help clear it off. They worked in silence for a few moments, clearing most everything off and rubbing down the tables before the door swung open, and in came Murob, back from her walk and looking decidedly worried; her meaty fists were clenched by her sides, her hips swaying to and fro. The orcess frowned, glaring around. “Where’d everyone go?” Orla looked up, her empty gaze rising. “Khamina dismissed them. They’ve gone to their duties for the day.” Murob’s eyes widened. “Have they!? Oh, thank Belok…” She hissed, hurriedly hoisting her tunic up and pushing a thick green hand into her crotch, gritting her teeth as she did so. “Fuck, I gotta piss…” Melina blinked, reddening as she realized what was going on. After a few moments, the woman sighed gently, apparently getting the urge under control. She grunted, sighing as she moved her clothes back into place before looking up at Melina. “Yeh aren’t gonna breathe a word of this.” She hissed threateningly before turning and stalking back out the door. Melina merely stared at the door, open-mouthed in shock, her cyan eyes wide as she looked back at Orla. “Did you-did she just-why did she-” Orla chuckled gently, raising her head towards Melina. “Like I told you...we’re an interesting folk…” Melina swallowed. “B-but she just-I mean she- a-and just out in the open…” Orla nodded. “Yeah, and it sounded like she really needed it....I’m sure you can relate...” she added with a grin. Melina set her jaw, slamming a flagon down and turning to Orla with hands on her hips. “Okay, what is this all about? And earlier, with those...those comments…” She muttered, reddening even more. Orla’s grin only widened. “It’s...a little odd…” She murmured. “Basically, they- “Oi!” Came a call from outside. “The match is startin’ Make sure all your bets are placed!” Melina blinked, looking over at Orla. The young sightless orc chuckled. “Providence...come on, this’ll be better than my explanation…” The two left the mess hall and emerged back into the main pavilion, where a crowd of orcs was forming around the center pitch. Melina and Orla came around and squeezed through a hole in the crowd towards the front, where they- or at least Melina - had a much better view. She could see that there were two orc women in the center, each stretching their arms and flexing their muscles in displays of intimidation. Both were nearly nude, save for long loincloths and scant fur bras that barely contained their sumptuous breasts. Both eyed each other with an intense competitiveness...and another emotion that Melina couldn’t quite place. The most curious thing, however, was how each of them was sporting a considerable, rotund bulge in their abdomens...hard prominent lumps nestled right over their crotches and stretching their jade skin in almost grotesque fashions. Melina frowned. “Erm… Orla…” She murmured. “Their stomachs…” Orla took a deep breath, nodding. “Remember what I told you about how the Kh’raven value strength? Well, I meant in all its forms. Not just being able to swing a sword or lift a tree trunk, but...fortitude. Willpower. The ability to control your body through any circumstance, even..extreme need to relieve oneself.” Melina blinked, slowly looking up at Orla. “The need to…?” She trailed off as a bell was struck and the two orc women crouched, beginning to circle one another. Orla nodded again. “It manifests everywhere, even in our sports. This is an Endurance Match...you and your opponent both relieve yourselves at dawn. Then, you wait all day and all night without peeing before meeting up on this pitch to wrestle the next day… first one to give in and soil herself loses, which is seen as an act of extreme dishonor.” Melina swallowed, feeling her head begin to swim. “So...t-they just...grapple each other and try not to pee?” Orla nodded. “More or less. There are rules, of course… no weapons, no gut punches, no scratching, all that...but beyond that, it’s simply a battle of wills. Anything goes.” Melina watched the two orcs flex their shoulders, still circling round and glaring each other down. “So...you all do this...for fun!?” She hissed incredulously. Orla’s grin returned. “Some do. It actually started as a rite of passage for becoming part of the guard, the toughest of us, and slowly it grew from there. Now it’s mostly a way to challenge for ranks, place bets, settle arguments… the more you can hold and the longer you can hold it, the more respect you get. Some say the Chief’ll go days without peeing, without even breaking a sweat.” Melina swallowed. “That sounds...erm, painful…” She murmured, though her eyes remained glued to the circling orc women. Orla nodded. “It certainly can be, but… to tell you the truth, some do grow to enjoy feeling their bladders stretch beyond their limits, swelling with urine for hours on end without the slightest intention of relieving that pressure…” She murmured, taking another deep breath. Just then, the orcs lunged for each other, prompting a cheer from the crowd as they grappled each other's shoulders. They snarled, both staggering around the pitch, muscles straining as they tried to force each other backwards. One of the orcs, lighter green and slightly taller, planted her feet, bearing down her arms on her shorter, darker opponent. This orc was forced to widen her stance in order to hold her ground, and one could see her thighs quivering as she fought both against her opponent and her straining bladder. She managed to break the grasp, staggering back and taking a deep breath, her whole body flexing as she tensed...it was clear she’d been seconds away from spurting, but she just barely held herself back. Melina reddened even further. It was all so...strange...Sure, it wasn’t as if Melina herself didn’t take pride in her prodigious bladder capacity, and, yes, perhaps some times she could have availed herself of the privy, she chose not to, but those were purely for reasons of convenience...right? “Does...does everyone participate in these, then?” Orla nodded. “For the most part. Khamina there’s the reigning champion.” She murmured, nodding to the guard captain on the other side of the pitch, arms crossed and gaze focused as she watched the two women grapple. “She hasn’t lost one challenge…” Melina frowned. “Wait, so...she’s the strongest?” Orla shrugged. “The strongest to be challenged. There’s still the Chief, of course, no one has dared challenge her in years...and even if they did, they’d lose. Even Khamina can’t outlast the Chief…And she’s tried.” Melina swallowed again, cheeks red and her head still a bit hazy as she turned back to the match. The taller orc had the shorter one in a headlock, forcing her to drop to one knee. Her powerful arms flexed as she tried to pry her opponent’s arm from around her neck, her face turning an even darker green as she struggled. The taller orc looped her other arm underneath the shorter one’s armpits in an attempt to force her hands up, but the slight shift in pressure was all the shorter orc needed. With a heavy grunt, she lurched forward with all her strength, pulling the taller orc off of her feet with a grunt and slamming her on her back before her. The taller orc yelped as she was flung, grunting as she hit the dirt and immediately arching her back, her thighs quivering as she barely managed to avoid losing the flood. The shorter orc was quick to capitalize on this reversal of fortune, grabbing her opponent’s arms and forcing them upwards above her head. Her legs then swung over the taller orc’s shoulders and down, snaking up under her thighs and forcing them apart so that she couldn’t close them if she wanted to. With a wicked grin, she reached down and began roughly massaging the taut bulge in the taller orc’s abdomen. Melina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the poor orc woman’s distended bladder get rolled around and squeezed without there being a thing she could do about it. The taller orc thrashed and hissed, but what she had in height she lacked in physical strength, unable to break free of the shorter orc’s vice grip. And so, she simply lay there, writhing helpless as the shorter orc palpated her swollen bladder, forcing the urine down towards her weakening peehole. The entire crowd watched in fervid anticipation for the inevitable outcome, and within a few minutes, the taller orc’s muscles gave out. With a cry, a gout of urine sprayed high into the sky, twinkling radiantly in the sunlight as it arced through the air before splattering down noisily on the dirt, causing a cheer to go up from the crowd. The shorter orc released her still-peeing opponent, getting unsteadily to her feet and pumping a fist into the air, her own thighs defiantly spread even as they shook with the effort of holding her own urine in. Just then, Chief Urza held up her hand, and the crowd went silent. “Well fought, both of you… but Kasha, you’ve emerged the winner, and we all know what that means…” She trailed off with a grin. “VICTORY PISS! VICTORY PISS!” The crowd cried. The shorter orc grinned, haughtily pulling aside her own loincloth and letting lose her own waters into the dirt by the taller orc’s feet. The crowd cheered even harder for that, whooping and hollering and laughing as the victor’s stream began to run down and mix with the loser’s puddle. Melina swallowed, her face as red as ever as the orc took her victory lap, high-fiving and grasping forearms getting no small amount of friendly swats to her thick, gropable ass...possibly a few more than were necessary, seeing as soon as she got one, quite a few orcs pushed each other aside for a chance to spank the mound of jiggling green flesh. The taller orc was still on the ground, eyes fluttering as she positively flooded the pitch in her urine...no one seemed to be paying her any mind; or rather, they were going to great lengths not to. Finally, the victorious orc got round to Khamina, who grinned and clapped her on the back. “Fuckin’ superb, Kasha…” She chuckled, her eyes quickly moving down to trace over the orc woman’s voluptuous form. “Didn’t know if you were gonna pull it out for a second there, Mazog looked like she had you…” The Orc Kasha grinned, cackling herself. “Fuckin’ nearly did...thought I was a goner when she got her hand on me neck, and I could feel her b- erm, well, I thought she had me.” She finished, chuckling again. Just then, another orc emerged next to Khamina...this one a fair bit taller, and dressed in an interleaved leather tunic and calf-high leather boots. Her pauldrons were silver, shining in the light, and her loincloth nearly reached the ground. “Most impressive.” Chief Urza murmured, grinning down at the orc. Immediately, Kasha bowed her head, a fist over her heart. “Ah, C-Chief!” She exclaimed. “I, uh...didn’t know you were watching…” The Chief chuckled drily. “Well, I didn’t want to put any undue pressure on you… but I do greatly enjoy these matches, and you both performed beautifully...shame Mazog couldn’t pull it out…” She muttered, casting a disdainful glance towards the orc still on the ground. Khamina and Kasha both turned towards Mazog, frowning piteously. Chief Urza strode past them, over to the fallen orc. “Get up and go get cleaned up.” She said shortly before moving on. Kasha strode up after her, looking down at her opponent and offering a hand. “Yeh gave me a helluva fight…” Mazog swallowed, her cheeks dark green with humiliation as she looked up at Kasha. “Hmph…” She muttered, but she took the hand anyway, and was hoisted up. Mazog swallowed again, looking away. “Thanks…” Kasha nodded, turning back towards the pitch and moving to receive more adulation...though one could see her rump swaying this way and that as she felt Mazog’s gaze on it. Melina felt a hand on her shoulder as Orla turned towards her. “Come on… let’s get back to the hut, don’t wanna be hanging around here…” The young blonde nodded, her eyes tracing over the orcs who were busy chatting with one another, all bearing the same strange tension in their faces. Best go while they were preoccupied. As the pair made their way away from the pitch, Orla sighed gently, turning to Melina. “So...now you know about our...strange fascinations…” She chuckled. Melina nodded, though her cheeks were still red. “I didn’t think you were serious…” She murmured. “It all seems so odd, a-and...a little...I dunno, lewd…” Orla bit her lip, her own cheeks coloring. “Well, actually, we-” “And where do you think you’re going?” Said a voice from behind her. Melina whirled around to find herself staring at a well muscled midriff, her eyes trailing upward past those mountainous breasts to the leering face of Malash. Next to her was the victorious orc Kasha, peering at Melina with curiosity. Orla immediately bowed her head, her fist over her chest in a similar manner to what Kasha had done. “Excuse us, Malash, we were just returning to our quarters… The orcess chuckled wickedly. “Perhaps you are, but there’s work to be done for our new pet…” She said, turning her smug grin on Melina. Melina swallowed, glaring up at the woman defiantly. “What do you want?” Malash’s grin widened. “I’d watch that tone of yours, meat… ya might notice Khamina isn’t here to keep me from bashing your head in.” Melina swallowed, burying her anger down as she lowered her head. “Sorry…” She muttered. Malash chuckled and nodded. “Yeah...that’s more like it. You’re here to help clean up, right? Well, Kasha here happens to be on her way to the shower stalls and in need of your services, isn’t that right?” She said, looking over at her fellow orcish warrior. Slowly, Kasha’s face split into a grin. “I reckon I do…” She said, turning a lascivious eye on Melina. Melina’s face paled as she thought about the implications of the woman’s words. “Y-you can’t be serious…” She muttered. Malash’s smirk soured into a sneer. “Don’t recall askin’ for your opinion, meat…” She huffed. “You gonna come quietly or do I need t’ go to the Chief? Sure she’d love to hear about you refusin’ a direct order from yer betters…” Melina set her jaw, but she didn’t argue. “You heard her, humie. Let’s go.” She said, grabbing Melina’s arm and beginning to pull her away. The poor girl cast one more mortified look at Orla as she was pulled away. She was half-led, half-dragged to a stable-like building, unsurprisingly made of wood like every other one. Kasha pushed the door open, revealing a row of stalls separated by wooden partitions, each equipped with a large wooden bucket. Kasha grabbed it and tossed it back at Melina “Go fill that with water, and be quick about it.” Kasha growled. Melina caught the bucket, looking at it before looking back at the woman. “I...I don’t know where to go…” She murmured. Kasha turned, glaring at her. “The fuckin’ well out back, do I have to spell everything out for you? Don’t make me wait, or you’ll regret it.” She hissed. Swallowing, Melina did as she was told, hurrying back out and around the other side of the building, where indeed there was a cobblestone well reaching into the ground. She quickly fastened the bucket to the clasps on the rope and began lowering it down. She could hardly believe her rotten luck… not even a day here and she was gonna be forced to wash a smelly orc...she should never have gone on that stupid expedition… She fetched the water and promptly returned to the stall, not keen on getting in any more trouble than she might be. As she entered, her cheeks reddened upon finding Kasha completely nude, her strong thighs undulating as she bent over to remove her ankle wrappings and flashing her shapely rear as she did. As she turned round, she smirked at Melina. She put a hand on her hip, the verdant orbs on her chest jiggling lightly as she did so. “Yeah, drink it in. Reckon yeh probably haven’t seen a real woman before. Now get over here, I’m tired of smellin’ like a barn.” Melina swallowed, shuffling forward with the bucket. “Woah, what d’you think yer doing?” Kasha huffed. “Yeh don’t bathe with clothes on, do you?” She asked, smirking as her eyes bored into Melina’s. Melina looked up, her cheeks coloring yet again. “I...B-but I-” Kasha’s grin widened. “Take ‘em off. Wouldn’t want yeh getting wet…” She breathed, her tongue tracing along her tusks. Melina wanted to protest, but she knew it would be a bad idea to do so. She swallowed one more time, taking a deep breath. Slowly, she set the bucket down and shakily grabbed the corners of her tunic, pulling it up and over her pale, smooth torso and, compared to the orc, relatively diminutive chest. Next, she kicked off her boots and undid the strings of her trousers and lowered them over her rear and down her milky thighs, trying to ignore Kasha’s eyes roving ravenously over her naked form. Feeling quite exposed and acutely vulnerable, she picked up the bucket and shuffled into the stall. Kasha snorted. “What are you waitin’ for? Pour it on me…” She muttered, lifting her arms to clasp above her head. Melina swallowed again, moving forward and beginning to slowly pour the water over the orc’s body, trying to keep her eyes away. “Ah, much better…” The orc cackled, leering down at Melina. “Now...wipe me down.” She said, grabbing a rag off the hook on the side of the stall and handing it to her. Melina swallowed once more; she’d been afraid of this. She took the rag with shaky hands, beginning to gently dab at the woman’s torso with slow, light strokes, her eyes shut tight. “Oi, we don’t have all day!” Kasha barked. “I said, WIPE!” She said, grabbing the girl’s wrist and forcing her hand to her midriff. Melina yelped in surprise and pain as she was bent to the orc’s will, acquiescing to the demand and beginning to wipe in more attentive circles. “Hmph...better.” The Orc woman muttered. “Now me chest…” She put her hands on her hips, arching her back to thrust her breasts towards Melina. The young blonde took another deep breath, slowly beginning to dry off the smooth, rounded orbs… they were softer than she’d anticipated, and warm to the touch...even under the rag Melina could feel the outline of the nipple, gently stiffening under her ministrations...and with a pang of mortification, she felt her own responding in kind. “Yeah...now me thighs…” The orc grumbled, her voice taking on a bit of a husky edge. Melina obliged, swiftly moving down to the woman’s thick, powerful thighs in an attempt to get this done quickly as possible. She slowed as her wiping traced higher, higher… She felt the orc shudder as she neared her crotch. “Hnn...I didn’t tell yeh t’ stop…” The orc growled huskily. “And I’m gettin’ tired of telling yeh t’get on with it…” She muttered, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. Melina took another deep breath, tracing up the last few inches. A deep hiss escaped Kasha’s throat as Melina’s hand made contact with her core...it was even warmer to the touch than the rest of her body. “Spend a little extra time here...it’s the dirtiest part, after all…” Kasha breathed. Melina pursed her lips and did as she was asked, slowly moving her rag-clad hand back and forth a few times. Kasha’s breath got heavier, her snorts getting more and more frequent. “Yeah...yeah, keep goin’...be thorough…” Melina continued to wipe back and forth across the searing mons...until, suddenly, she began to feel a dampness on the rag as Kasha’s voice began to raise in tone, getting almost girlish. “Hnnn...y-you’re almost done…” She growled, slowly bucking her hips into Melina’s hand as she raised a meaty hand to massage a giant green teat. Melina merely squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for this charade to end….and after a few more moments, she felt Kasha’s body seize up...and suddenly her hand was covered with an effusion of musky liquid, soaking through the fabric and staining her fingers. She quickly dropped the rag and pulled her hand away, taking a deep shuddering breath. Kasha let out a low groan, ending with a chuckle. “Ahhhh-hah-ha-hahnnn...yeah, that’s the stuff...ain’t been properly ‘cleaned’ in ages…” She chuckled, grinning down at Melina. “Yer done here. Get yer clothes back on and fuck off.” She said, grabbing a towel and beginning to dab at her arms. Melina didn’t need telling twice, hurriedly grabbing her clothes with her clean hand and hurrying out of the stall. She struggled to pull her clothes on with one hand, breathing heavily as she tried not to feel thoroughly unsullied. Even more unsettling was the throbbing in her own chest, and...other areas… even the scent of Kasha’s juices on her hand was making her head swim, tinging with desire… she needed to get away from here, and fast. ~~~~~ “Ah...sorry, I should’ve warned you…” Orla murmured as she and Melina made their way back to the mess hall to see about cleaning after dinner Melina swallowed, her cheeks reddening. “It’s fine...It’s over now…” Orla turned to the girl with a sympathetic expression on her face. “I know it’s not much consolation, but...she must’ve been really pent up…” Melina frowned. “What do you mean?” Orla pursed her lips. “The Kh’raven are...kind of traditional, let’s say. Sure, we’re a bunch of lawless wastrels, but we still have some cultural precepts that we adhere to… one of which is a strict ban on sexual activity outside of marriage in the eyes of Belok.” She murmured. “And since all the men are at war, everyone’s been… well, unsatisfied. Some of them manage, and other try to cheat, like Kasha. In fact, the Endurance Match used to be no-contact, until someone figured out a wrestling match was an excuse to grope each other.” Melina listened intently to Orla’s speech, feeling herself redden again. “So...everyone’s married, and...that’s it?” Orla chuckled. “Well, everyone but me. Most orc men aren’t keen on a blind weakling like me, they’d rather have a strong warrior to bear their children. It’s all the same to me, most of those men are...not my type.” She murmured, continuing to stir. Melina’s eyes flicked up, her ears perking up as the same words she’d uttered to Priscilla came back around. “Oh…” She murmured, her heart thudding a bit more. “I...I see…” Orla turned, a wan smile on her face. “Does this bother you? I understand humans are similarly inclined…” Melina swallowed. “Oh, erm, yeah...I-I mean no… o-or well, they are, but, uh...I’m...not.” She finished. Orla blinked, seeming a bit surprised herself. “Oh? Well that’s...nice…” She murmured, turning back to her cauldron with a bit of coloring on her cheeks. They strode in silence the rest of the time, both pondering the other’s words. “OI! Milkweed!” Called a voice. Melina and Orla both looked up to see an orc hailing them from the mess hall. “Hurry it up, bout to have a river a-flowin’!” Melina and Orla both looked at each other before hurrying towards the building, and what as sight it was when they entered. All around them were orc women in states of extreme duress, hunched over tables and wiggling their arses in the air or leaning against walls and sliding up and down, thick green thighs twisted up around each other. Vests and leather breastplates lain strewn all over the ground, and trousers were loosened to accommodate the massive bulge every orc was sporting in their abdomens. In the center of the room stood Malash, gripping the side of the table so hard her knuckles turned white as she snorted repeatedly. A single bead of sweat ran down the bridge of her nose and onto her tusks and she tensed her hips back and forth, her teeth grinding against one another. Across from her was Murob, the orc from earlier...she looked to be in an even worse state, sat on the bench and rocking back and forth. Her face was twisted up in agony as she fought with everything in her not to gush all over the ground, her rounded abdomen distended so heavily it looked as though she were pregnant. Melina felt her heart leap into her throat, her eyes fluttering as her brain swam with so much arousal she was nearly seeing stars. “Y-you perimeter guards got nothin’ on us…” Malash hissed through gritted teeth, glaring across at Murob. “Yeh best...best give up…” Murob threw her head back for a moment, her left thigh bouncing up and down as she took a series of short gasps. “N-never…” She groaned. “We can...go all night if we need to… though I take it you and your band of merry scouts aren’t gonna last the hour…” Malash shivered, squeezing her thighs together and banging a fist on the table as she groaned through her pain. Both orcish women were clearly on the verge of flooding their tunics, yet neither would concede. Melina looked over at Orla, eyes fixated on nothing...and yet the demure little alchemist was breathing a bit heavily, her ears twitching as they took in the heady groans and grunts and grumbles of desperation from around her...one could almost hear the sheer volume of liquid currently straining every orc bladder past it’s limits. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of sweaty orc bodies writhing as they vainly fought the urge to obey their bodies’ desperate pleas to ease their overburdened bladders...and suddenly, there was a break. A dusky-skinned orc with arms bigger than tree-trunks cried out as she braced against the wall, shuddering as her control broke and a veritable torrent of urine came streaming out from beneath her tunic, splattering noisily on the ground beneath her. The sound of their sword-sister violently relieving herself seemed too much for the other orcs, and within moments there was another strangled cry and another deluge of pee blasting the dusty floor. As if a domino effect had been set off, willpower all around gave out, filling the mess hall with the cacophonous chorus of draining bladders and guttural groans of relief. The task now became not to see who could hold it the longest, but who could surrender to the pressure with the least collateral damage. The first few simply gave up and flooded themselves where they stood or sat, shivering in euphoric relief. Others with a bit more control managed to squat or go spread-eagled, taking what little aim they could manage as gouts of dark piss jetted from their tortured sphincters. The strongest orcs had managed to stagger away to corners or doorways, feverishly clawing their loincloths out of the way before allowing themselves to finally pour out their bladders against support beams or on the grass, salvaging their clothes as they were at last able to get the explosive relief they craved. Finally, it came down to the leaders; only Murob and Malash continued to deny themselves what their respective underlings were allowing themselves; a great, gushing, glorious piss…. But it was clear it was a narrow victory. Murob’s entire body trembled, her eyes fluttering and her tusken jaw slack with euphoria as she pulled aside her loincloth and hosed down the ground in a thick stream that looked more like someone had punctured the side of an ale barrel than a woman relieving herself. Malash wasn’t far behind, having lifted her leg against the wall and soaking the baseboards for all she was worth, growling in pleasured release. For a few minutes, there was nothing but the noisy splattering of orc urine on dirt as both women poured out what seemed to be a whole lake’’s worth of piss. Melina was mortified...and yet, she couldn’t look away, from the orc’s partially exposed body and tilted hips to her look of near-orgasmic relief... Finally, the flow diminished, and Malash shook her hips to rid herself of the last few drops, panting deeply. “Hah...hah...nn, humie…” She grunted, glaring at Melina. “Best get yer little washcloth ready…” Melina swallowed, her eyes flitting at the least a dozen orcs all currently dripping with their own piss. Moments later, she was back in the cleaning stalls...and apparently, Kasha had been liberal with her recounting of her experience, because nearly every orc insisted that Melina “personally attend” them as well. As the latest orc grunted, creaming herself on Melina’s fingers, the young girl was quite randy herself now, her face a permanent shade of red. After cleaning herself up, Melina returned to Orla’s hut, her breath still a bit ragged after the endless parade of muscular, verdant green amazon bodies. Orla was busy cleaning, a stack of soaked loincloths beside her. “Well, that was surely something…” Orla murmured. Melina swallowed. “I...don’t wanna talk about it…” She muttered. It had gone far beyond revulsion...she was...aroused. There was no other word for it. Cleaning those big, beautiful orc women had gotten to her...and that made her feel dirty. “I’ve...never done things like that before today, and now…” She muttered, reddening again. Orla frowned. “Really? Never? Is there not ...someone special, back in the human village?” Melina swallowed. “Not really, no. I...well, there’s my best friend, Priscilla, but...we’re just that. Friends. I’ve never done anything with her. And I’m okay with that, really.” Orla pursed her lips. “You miss her…” Melina swallowed. “...I do...and I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again…” She murmured, feeling her eyes water as she stared at the table. Orla continued to stir, her eyes gazing emptily ahead. “...You will.” she said finally, turning around. Melina sighed. “I know, I get to leave in the fall, but I don’t know if-” “No.” Orla murmured, setting her jaw resolutely. “We’re going to get you out of here.” Melina looked up, frowning. “How? I don’t know where I am, and it’s not like we’d even make it out of the compound…” Orla swallowed. “You can if the guard escorts you. And they’ll have to, if the Chief orders it.” Melina blinked. “Why would she do that?” Orla took a deep breath. “Because you’re going to challenge her to an Endurance Match. If you win, she’ll be forced to free you.” Melina merely stared at Orla. “Surely you can’t be serious...No one can beat the Chief, you said so yourself…” Orla leveled her gaze. “There is a way. It’s dangerous, and you’ll still be plenty bursting by the time it’s over, but… you can win.” Melina looked up into Orla’s gaze. She looked sure of herself, and more serious than Melina had ever seen her. With a swallow, she nodded. “Tell me what to do.” TO BE CONTINUED... 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Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 23, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 23, 2020 Operation beat the chief and get Melina out of the orc compound is a go I absolutely loved those characters man this story is getting better and better Foxlover 1 Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted January 20, 2021 Share Posted January 20, 2021 when are you going to finish this story? inquiring minds want to know. Quote Link to comment
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Foxlover 989 Posted February 28, 2021 Author Share Posted February 28, 2021 DISCLAIMER: Bit of a "dryer" (heh) chapter in comparison to the last one, but still important, and it sets up the final chapter to be posted next! CW: FUTA. IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, DO NOT CONTINUE PAST THIS POINT. I WARNED YE. CHAPTER 4: The Wager Melina blew a piece of flaxen hair out of her eye as she moved around the entrance to the weapons’ hut, thatched broom in hand, sweeping away stray bits of straw and debris from around the shed as Khamina, the guard captain sat by a whetstone, meticulously sharpening the edge of her battle axe. After a little more than a week’s worth of menial tasks for the orcs, the girl had changed somewhat in appearance. Her clothes consisted of little more than her roughspun trousers, boots and a sleeveless tunic with bindings around her chest to keep the rough material of her tunic from rubbing her breasts raw. She’d also fallen into somewhat of a routine; Each morning she’d have breakfast with Orla, then it was off immediately to the dining hall to clean up after the perimeter guard’s morning meal. She’d since mixed a tincture of limewort and saphroot which, when added to water, created a solution that practically neutralized all manner of germ and foodstuff on the dishes, leaving them ‘sparklier than an elf-whore’s nipple-studs’, according to Khamina. In the afternoon she’d avail herself of whatever chores the Chief assigned to her; sometimes she’d be back in Orla’s hut helping her mend torn britches and boots, or on days where there was an Endurance Match, throwing fresh water on the inevitable pools of urine on the battle pitch and covering it with fresh, clean dirt. Luckily, Urza had caught wind of the “special attention” the winners of these matches were getting, and the increased scrutiny made it so the orcs no longer propositioned the human serving girl for some after-battle “relief”. However, that didn’t mean she herself didn’t let her hands linger in places they maybe shouldn’t, the tiniest of smirks on her face at every twitch, snort and coo she was able to elicit when she prodded the right spot. Being the smallest and weakest person in the camp, it gave Melina a great deal of satisfaction to know she had some small power over these jade-skinned amazons...and she couldn’t deny the heat in her own core watching these broad-shouldered behemoths shudder in time with her ministrations. In the evening she’d make her rounds through the perimeter guard, bringing them food if they were on the transition shift, and then back to chores while the rest of the camp was on leisure. The orcs had seemingly gotten used to Melina’s presence, and while they certainly weren’t all the way to hospitable, they were much less deliberately unkind as when she’d first arrived. Some of them had even engaged her in conversation; Khamina would always acknowledge her on her way out of the compound for scouting, as would Ognild and Ghora. With them gone, the camp was left to the eye of the perimeter guard for vigilance and protection. This particular part of the day had been crucial to the plan she and Orla had come up with. If Melina was going to win the match, she was going to need any advantage...or rather, her opponent was going to need a disadvantage. Orla explained that there was a fungus that grew in a patch not far from her called lumencap, and that it acted as a natural diuretic for orcs...one that worked extremely fast given orc-kind’s ridiculously fast metabolisms. Melina had found the revelation almost ironic given how she’d gotten into this mess, but the knowledge that she was already familiar with the reagent made her more confident. Every night, while everyone else slept, Melina and Orla would sneak out of the compound, underneath two rotted logs at the end of the wall near Orla’s hut, which conveniently lay in a blind spot for the guard towers. Orla led, since it was too risky to light a fire and her blindness meant she could navigate just as well in the dark as she could in the light. When they got to the patch, the two of them would immediately get to work, filling their sacks with as much lumencap as they could before hightailing it back to the compound. They’d been doing this for the past several nights, and Melina had to admire Orla’s deftness in moving through the forest despite her handicap; they’d never once come close to being caught. In fact, according to Orla, they only need a couple more sacks of the stuff before they were ready for the next phase of their plan. She was shocked out of her idle thoughts as her absentminded sweeping took her in the path of a stone, which she promptly tripped over. “Careful there, man-cub....” Khamina grunted offhand as she lifted the axe to inspect her work. Melina righted herself immediately, reddening a bit and getting back to her sweeping. “Dammit, edge keeps chipping…” Khamina grunted, frowning down at the blade in displeasure. Melina looked up at the miniscule chinks in the edge of the axe, and then at the orc herself. “You’re not doing it right…” She murmured. Khamina looked up with equal parts annoyance and surprise, her lips curling over her tusks. “Fuck yeh mean, I’m ‘not doin’ it right’? I’m Captain o’ the guard, I been sharpenin’ me axe years before yeh got here, humie.” She grunted. Melina pursed her lips, but she was undeterred. “The blade’s iron, isn’t it? Iron’s softer than steel, you need to apply less weight on the whetstone if you want the edge to be even.” Khamina frowned, looking down at her blade and then up at Melina again with confusion. “Yeah? And how does a scrawny little thing like you know anythin’ about weapons?” She huffed, peering down at the girl curiously. Melina went back to sweeping. “Back home my father was a blacksmith. He supplied the weapons to our local militia, and he’d bring me to the shop sometimes while mother was away on her seamstress work.” Khamina grunted, looking back down at her weapon. Her eyes flitted briefly to Melina before she began honing the edge of the axe again...this time with a significantly lighter touch. As Melina continued to sweep, she’d hear a grumble behind her. “Hmph...not bad, humie…” Khamina muttered as she held the axe aloft, looking at it with grudging admiration. Melina smiled to herself as she continued to sweep, the praise from the orcess being no less satisfying for it having been reluctant. “I’m glad I could help.” She murmured. “Word is you’ve got a match tomorrow…” Khamina snorted. “‘S’right. Against Malash. My mead’s been disappearin’, and I fuckin’ know it’s her. She keeps denying it, even when I can smell it right on her breath.” Melina’s face darkened somewhat at the mention of Malash. Out of all the orcs in the village, Malash was the only one Melina actively disliked. Ever since Khamina’d kept Malash from harassing her, the dusky green orcess had had it in for Melina, tripping her whenever they passed by one another, “accidentally” spilling mead down Melina’s front...she’d even pulled her loin cloth aside to let go a boiling gout of piss on a spot of the floor Melina had just finished cleaning, and forced her to start over with a cackle. “Hmph...she probably did. Arrogant green bitch…” Melina muttered, prompting a whistle from Khamina. “Got some stones on you, man-cub, better not let her catch yeh sayin’ that…” A thrill of fear went through Melina as she realized she might’ve just gotten herself in trouble, but as she turned towards Khamina, she realized the guard captain was smirking. “Yeah, she gets on my fuckin’ nerves too, but she’s not a bad sort, really. She’s just a bastard.” She murmured, shrugging. In spite of herself, Melina chuckled… Khamina was probably the only orc besides Orla that Melina felt was on her side, somewhat. She stood to full height, stretching her back a bit from being hunched over sweeping. “Nng, well...bastard or not, I feel bad for her… I’ve heard no one’s ever beaten you in an Endurance Match before…” Khamina smirked, rolling her shoulders back. “You’re damn right. I’m the fuckin’ best there is, ‘cept for the Chief… Hope Malash enjoyed my mead, cause I’m gonna make her spray the dirt with it.” She blustered confidently, holding up an arm and flexing a bicep proudly. Melina chuckled again, though her face was a bit red from the display...Khamina was, in truth, quite fetching for a hulking warrior. “And not just strong, but...here, c’mere…” The guard captain beckoned Melina over with a crooked finger. The girl frowned, intrigued, setting down her broom and doing as Khamina asked. The orc glanced around to see that no one was watching, she swung her hips around and stretched upwards. Melina’s eyes bulged out of her head as Khamina revealed a bulge in her abdomen that Melina had seen on some women back in her village when they were days away from giving birth. She’d never seen such a rotund protrusion being owed to a bladder before, but the skin around it was taut and stretched so thin Melina could all but hear the ocean of urine churning inside of it. Khamina grinned at the awe clearly displayed on the girl’s face, obviously quite proud of the reaction she was able to elicit. “Two days, and not a drop missing. Malash’s ass is going in the dirt.” She boasted, snorting around her tusks. Melina continued to stare, transfixed, at the quivering protrusion in the orc’s abdomen, her cheeks colored and her eyes somewhat glazed over. Khamina’s grin widened. “Heh...wanna feel it?” Melina’s eyes looked up into the smirking captain’s for a moment, and there was hardly a moment of hesitation before she reached out, her hand running against the taut green flesh. “...Goodness…” She breathed. She’d seen impressive bulges on the orcs before, but feeling one pulsating beneath her fingers… She swallowed, her cheeks darkening even more. Khamina’s lips pulled back over her teeth as her grin widened even more, reveling in the attention and seemingly unbothered by the hand running over the sensitive surface of her stretched bladder...though one could see the hitches in her breath as the girl prodded at it. Melina actually found herself unable to pull away; if the Guard Captain could be this full and show little to no signs of struggle, what chance would she have against the Chief? Orla had better have some plan… “Oi!” Called a familiar voice from behind them, causing Melina to quickly pull her hand away and resume sweeping as Khamina picked her axe once more. Malash sauntered up to the pair, looking just as grumpy and foul-tempered as ever. Khamina looked up at her, snorting as she set the axe back to the grindstone. “Khamina, it’s nearly time for the guard to start rounds.” The orc said, looking her captain in the eye. Khamina continued to sharpen her weapon, her gaze not leaving Malash’s. “I’m th’ captain, I know what time it is.” Malash scowled. “So? Shouldn’t we be gettin’ on? Night’s nearly upon us’...” She muttered, pointing towards the northern end of the camp where the sun was hurriedly approaching the horizon. Khamina huffed. “I’m the Captain, and we’ll leave when I say we leave.” She replied, a dangerous edge in her voice as she raised her glance towards her subordinate. Malash snorted, her scowl deepening, but she didn’t dare contradict her superior...at least, not openly. Frustrated, she turned her gaze on Melina, still sweeping. “Oi, humie. You missed a spot... “ She huffed as she purposely kicked dust up into Melina’s face, causing her to cough and sputter as she tried to wipe the dirt out of her eyes. Malash grinned, kicking away the girl’s broom and causing her to tumble to the ground with a chuckle. “Little pink weakling…” She sneered. “Malash, that’s enough.” Khamina huffed, now glaring at the orcess. Malash’s grin dissipated immediately, and she glowered up at the Captain. “Oi, what’s your problem? Ever since the humie got here you been treatin’ her like she’s yer pet or somethin’.” Khamina set her jaw. “She’s workin’. All you’re doing is hinderin’ that.” Malash crossed her arms. “I don’t think so, Captain, I think you’re gettin’ soft on us.” At that, Khamina rose to full height, corpulent bladder and all. “And I think you need to watch who yer fuckin’ talking to, Malash.” She hissed, her face contorted in such a fury that it would likely give even the staunchest men nightmares. Malash refused to back down now, though, even as Khamina got right up in her face, being a good two inches taller. “Hmph, maybe I’ll tell the Chief you’re gettin’ a little too attached to the meat…” She growled. “Maybe th’ guard needs a change in leadership…” At that, Khamina lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Malash’s tunic and yanking her in with a fierce tug. Melina watched from the sidelines, eyes still watering and heart beating as the two orc women glared at each other, anger and loathing on their faces, but...also something else...a deeper emotion Melina couldn’t quite parse through. Khamina’s eyes narrowed. “If yeh fuckin’ got something to say t’me, Malash…” She hissed in a dangerously low whisper. “...I’d be sayin’ it. I’m already putting your ass in the dirt for drinking my mead, yeh really wanna challenge me for the helm too? After what happened last time?” She snarled, her shoulders flexing menacingly. Malash’s sneer persisted, but it seemed the threat was enough to make it so she decided to eat the loss. “...No…” She grumbled, lowering her head even as her fists clenched by her side. Khamina snorted again, backing up. “I thought so. Now get out of my fuckin’ sight.” She hissed, shoving the orcess away. Malash set her jaw, still seething, but she did as she was asked, turning and stalking away. Melina released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, looking back at Khamina. “...Wow... “ She breathed. Khamina grunted. “Like I said…'' She muttered, her eyes glued to Malash’s retreating form. “A bastard.” She hefted her axe, looking down at Melina. “You’re done here. Go on back to yer quarters.” Melina nodded, scrambling up and fetching a broom, swallowing with a newly-rekindled fear of the orc captain. “Yes ma’am…” she muttered, turning and scurrying in the direction of Orla’s hut. Khamina watched her go for a moment before taking a deep shuddering breath, reaching a big, meaty hand between her thighs and squeezing. “Fuck, that was close…” She hissed to herself. Melina didn’t stop running all the way to Orla’s hut, her heart pounding in her chest and her legs feeling like jelly. As she reached the small abode, she didn’t slow down, throwing open the door and dashing inside before slamming it shut behind her, still breathing heavily. Orla looked up from the knife she was sharpening, frowning. “Melina?” She murmured, her sightless eyes turning in the direction of the girl’s heavy breathing. “What’s the matter?” Melina continued to pant for a few more moments as she struggled to catch her breath, bits of hair sticking up at odd angles as she leaned against the door frame. She swallowed, looking up at Orla. “I...Malash came by while I was sweeping up axe shavings around Captain Khamina...I-I think Malash was trying to challenge her for control of the guard…” Orla blinked and rolled her eyes, going back to her tincture. “Oh, those two again… it’s all bluster, Malash isn’t actually going to do anything...especially not after last time…” Melina pushed off of the door, rubbing her legs. “Captain Khamina said something similar, what...happened?” The girl asked, glancing at the small window above the table to make sure no one was coming. Orla scoffed. “Back when Khamina first became Captain, Malash was the one she beat out. Malash never really got over that, even though she lost fair and square… but she decided to challenge Khamina again anyway. That was the first time wrestling was introduced… they were going at it for ages, neither giving in, even though you could tell they were both bursting… finally, Khamina managed to get Malash in a headlock, squeezed so hard she fainted...you can probably figure out what happened next.” Melina swallowed. She could almost see in her mind’s eye, Malash’s body going limp as pee gushed from her quivering sphincter, splashing her legs and soaking the ground. “...Wow…” Melina murmured. Orla nodded. “Malash was humiliated. It was all anybody talked about for weeks… and to be honest, Khamina was kind of arrogant about it. Got to the point where a few of the orcs even thought maybe Malash wasn’t guard material, but Khamina vouched for her. Said it was a hard-won fight, and that Malash was still a capable warrior. Still, didn’t make Malash any less bitter, or Khamina any less of a blowhard.” Melina frowned, looking at the ground. To suffer such an acute humiliation at the hands of another, and then be forced to serve under them...no wonder Malash was so unpleasant. “So...they’ve hated each other since?” At this, Orla chuckled. “The opposite, actually. Khamina says a bunch of shit to get a rise out of Malash, and Malash goes out of her way to be a thorn in the Captain’s side, but they both are just concealing the fact that they wanna fuck each other’s brains out.” Melina’s eyes widened, her cheeks darkening even more. “I-they-huh?” She gulped. Orla’s cheeks darkened as she continued to whet her knife. “When you get as good hearing as me, you can pick up on these things. Whenever they yell at each other, you know it’s only by Urza’s rule they aren’t tearing each other’s clothes off.” Melina swallowed, an image of the two orcs locked in a passionate, sweaty embrace, growling as they clawed at each other's bodies rose unbidden in her mind. She flushed a bit, fidgeting a bit on the spot. “W-well, erm...okay, I guess if they don’t really mean to hurt each other…” Orla shook her head. “Not in the traditional sense, anyway…” She smirked. “Now, down to business.” She murmured, coming from around the table. “Night’s coming fast...we’ve almost got enough lumencap for the job...one more jaunt should do it.” Melina nodded. “And you’re sure she won’t taste it?” Orla snorted. “Ever been around the Chief drinking mead? I don’t even think it touches her tongue.” she murmured, going back to sharpening the knife. Melina nodded, but she still looked somewhat dubious. “Still if discretion is our friend, I don’t see why we need to take all this risk...we’ve got nearly a full harvest’s worth…” Orla continued to sharpen away. “To make certain she controls the match, the Chief will most likely only drink from her personal stores of ale and mead… We don’t know which one she’ll use, so we’ll need enough to spread across all the barrels to make sure she’s fully saturated.” She said matter-of-factly. Melina nodded, exhaling gently through her nose. “Alright. Just a few hours to nightfall, and we’ll retrieve the last bunch.” And so, like the days before, the two girls waited until the sun had long since vanished and the moon was ascending into the sky to make their move. They each pulled on roughhide boots to mitigate unwanted noise, grabbed a knife and slung their packs over their shoulders before pushing the door open and quietly hurrying out into the night. The evening was cool and clear, with a few clouds scurrying across the sky. Orla and Melina quickly made their way over to the same spot in the wall, pushing the logs out and crawling through the opening. As usual, Orla needed a little more time; they had to make the hole a tight fit to avoid making it too conspicuous, resulting in a tight squeeze for the diminutive but still larger-than-human orc girl. They waited for the perimeter guard to pass their position, and then raced on fleet-feet towards the cover of the woods, not stopping until they were certain the leafy canopy shielded them from the light of the full moon. Orla led them down the familiar path, and within moments Melina could see the lumencap patch, it’s silvery blue glow greatly diminished with how much they’d been taking from it. “Not a lot left…” Melina whispered as she knelt in the damp soil and drew her knife. “Then we take what’s there.” Orla whispered back, drawing her own knife. The two made short work of the remainder of the patch, slicing the mushrooms at the stem and tossing them into their packs. After roughly a half hour, the log was cleared and Melina stood, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow. “Okay, that’s it...let’s get-” She stopped as she heard voices in the distance. Orla sat up, obviously having heard them too. They were still somewhat far off, but Melina could recognize the throaty alto of Khamina, and the gruff bark of Malash. It was the guard… back early. Melina and Orla both turned to each other, fear expressed in both seeing and blind eyes. They both scrambled to their feet and after taking hands, ran as fast as the darkness would allow back to the compound, but just as they burst through the treeline, they could see torchlight ahead as the scout guard approached, Khamina and Malash bickering and Ghora and Ognild behind them looking quite annoyed. The pair ducked back behind the trees as they passed by, Melina’s heart hammering so fast in her chest she thought it might burst. Finally, the troupe passed through onto the gate, and Melina and Orla took off towards the breach in the encampment, wiggling back inside and practically sprinting into the hut. They slammed the door behind them, immediately doubling over as they both tried to catch their breath. After a few minutes of panting, Melina managed to pull herself upright, looking at Orla. A moment later, Orla did the same. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing, great bellowing guffaws that filled the hut with mirth and the release of nervous energy. “Ha ha ha Eoth’s bollocks, I thought we were done for…ha...” Melina wheezed, holding her side. Orla had slumped down into her chair. “Tell...tell me about it…hehe... I couldn’t even see where they were…” Melina finally managed to get her breath back, staggering over to the table and plopping down in the opposite chair. She checked her pack; luckily most the lumencap survived the trip. “Well, at least we got what we came for…” Orla nodded, already getting to her feet and moving towards the cupboards to fetch the rest of their stores of lumencap. She opened the cabinet, which perfumed the whole hut with a strange, almost citrusy scent. Orla pulled down the sacks and pulled out a large wooden bowl, big enough to cover nearly half the table, before setting it down and dumping them all in. “Right, now we just need to grind it all down into a powder.” She murmured, taking her mortar and beginning to mash at the mountain of mushrooms. Melina observed her work, impressed at how quickly the skilled orcish alchemist was able to reduce a mound of lumencap into sifty particles. “Now…” the orcess murmured, taking a cup down from the shelf and scooping a bit of the lumencap powder into it. “...To test its potency.” She grabbed a nearby gourd of water and poured it over the powder before taking up a spoon to stir it all in. Melina blinked, frowning as she looked from the cup to Orla. “Wait, you’re not gonna...drink it, are you?” Orla gave Melina a dry smile. “Have to make sure it works, don’t we? We can surmise how quickly it will affect the Chief by how quickly it affects me. Bottoms up…” And with that, the blind orc upended the cup into her mouth, drinking the entire contents in one fell swoop. Melina watched on tenterhooks as her friend consumed the liquid. “...How do you feel?” She asked. Orla frowned, looking at the cup. “Well, not too much different, but I suppose it’ll need some time to...ooh... “ She murmured, a hand moving to her abdomen. “I just...felt a pang down there, haha…” She chuckled. “That’s inter-ngh!” She grunted, wincing a bit as she bent forward at the hip a bit. Melina was immediately on her feet, moving over to the orc. “Orla? Orla! Are you alright?” She whispered frantically. “Nng...I’m fine…” Orla muttered. “Ng, I just...I...ohhh…” She breathed as her thighs began to rub together. Melina saw this, her eyes shifting from the sculpted orcish legs to her friend. “Is it working?” Orla chuckled again, rubbing her abdomen. “Yeah, I...I think it is...the urge just sort of hit me out of nowhere, didn’t expect it to *nn* to be that fast, erm…Here, help me get this powder into a few pouches…” Melina did as she was asked, fetching the pouches from the same cupboard and beginning to fill each one with lumencap powder. As they worked, she couldn’t help but notice Orla begin to look more and more anxious, her thighs rubbing together more and more. Hardly ten minutes later, Orla was having to stop in between each pouch to exhale and grasp at herself. “Haha, this...is working faster than I thought...the Chief doesn’t...doesn’t *nng* s-stand a chance…” She muttered, grinding her arse down into her seat. Another ten minutes past, and Orla had gone from mildly uncomfortable to downright desperate. Try as she might, Melina couldn’t ignore the way the woman’s hips wiggled, or the way she pressed at her crotch, or the cute little groans of desperation she let slip. She was all but rocking back and forth now, gritting her teeth so hard her tusks jutted into her upper lip. Finally, all the lumencap was accounted for...around 8 pouches worth, more than enough for Urza’s stores, according to Orla. “G-good, now let’s….oh dear…” the orcess whimpered. She shuddered, and Melina could hear a quick *hiss* as Orla’s sphincter failed her for a moment before she regained control. Melina’s eyes widened again. “Are you...wetting yourself?” She whispered. Orla bit her lip, giving no answer...but another, longer *hiss* told Melina all she needed to know. “E-excuse me a moment…” Orla huffed as she practically leapt out of her chair, racing towards the door...but it was too late. The sudden movement was too much for Orla’s alchemically-strained bladder, and within seconds, warm golden urine began gushing forth, saturating Orla’s trousers immediately and soaking the mat in front of the door with the force of a heavy summer rain. The orcish alchemist’s shoulders sagged as her bladder continued to forcibly void itself on the door and the surrounding areas. Melina couldn’t tear her eyes away… not from the deluge cascading down the orc’s legs, nor the way the wet fabric clung to her shapely posterior, nor the guttural groans of relief coming from between her pouty jade lips. After a few moments, the flow subsided, and Orla was left standing there in her puddle. Neither one of them said anything for a moment. Melina felt somewhat dizzy, and a bit numb as she watched the orc turn around. “Well...I suppose that means it works…” She murmured, biting her lip as she peered up at Melina. Melina nodded. “I...suppose it does...uh, I’ll get the limewort…” Once Orla had gotten cleaned up and most of her urine was being absorbed by the liberal amounts of limewort the two had applied to the puddle, Melina exhaled. “So then...Now all I have to do is challenge her?” Orla nodded. “You’ll need Khamina. She can get you the audience you need, while I go to the ale-cellar and…” She held up a pouch of lumencap powder, grinning mischievously. Melina nodded. She would just have to hope and pray that Malash had been right, and Khamina was indeed being soft on her. The two of them helped Orla fasten her alchemic pouches to her person and cover up with a cloak so as to not be detected. “Alright, I think we’re ready…” Orla murmured. “But, before we go…” She swallowed, and Melina was surprised to see the orc’s cheeks darken. “There’s, er...something you should know about the Chief. She doesn’t talk about it a lot, but it may help you increase your bargaining power…” Melina blinked, fastening her tunic. “Well? What is it?” Orla bit her lip, her cheeks darkening even more before she shuffled forward, cupping a hand around Melina’s ear and whispering into it. Melina narrowed her eyes in confusion...before widening them in surprise...and her own cheeks colored red as she realized what the woman was saying. She bit her own lip, feeling goosebumps form on her skin as a warmth blossomed in her core. “She...really?” Melina whispered, and Orla nodded, still dark in the cheeks. “It...might help, if you’re willing to take advantage of it. Now…let’s go.” Melina nodded, and they pushed open the door once more, heading into the compound proper. As fortune would have it, the rest of the scout guard was present, sitting around a fire, laughing and chatting idly. Khamina, normally loud and boisterous, was a bit more subdued tonight, do doubt due to the full tankard of ale currently straining the walls of her bladder. Malash looked a bit rigid too...though oddly, they were sitting next to each other… perhaps they had resolved their earlier spat? Melina took a deep breath, walking up to them as Orla snuck around them towards the Chief’s Abode. “Captain Khamina…” She announced. At once, the chatter stopped, and all eyes turned to Melina. The girl swallowed, doing her best to steel her nerves in the face of all the orc women looking at her. She took a step forward, clearing her throat. “Captain Khamina, I humbly come before you with a request.” The orcs continued to stare at her, and for a moment there was nothing but silence. Suddenly, Ognild and Ghora burst out laughing. “The...the fuck kind of announcement is tha-ha-hat?” Ognild exclaimed, clutching her stomach. Ghora had almost fallen off her seat. Oi, humie, you’re not in a fuckin’ church!” Khamina snorted. “Alright, you two, settle down…” she muttered, though her own face was curled up in a smirk. “What kind of ‘request’, man-cub?” Melina swallowed again. “I would like an audience with the Chief.” Khamina raised an eyebrow. “The Chief? What for?” Melina set her jaw. “I have a proposition for her.” She murmured. Khamina frowned as all the other orcs look on in curiosity. “And what, pray tell, be this ‘proposition’?” Khamina murmured, idly scratching at her neck. Melina leveled her gaze at the orc woman. “First things first. Do I have an audience?” The other orcs looked at one another as Khamina kept her gaze focused on the girl. Finally, it seemed her curiosity won out. “Fine.” She murmured, getting up. “Follow me...and the rest of yeh’s...try not to do anything stupid till I get back.” Melina exhaled gently as she followed Khamina away from the flames, trying to ignore how the other orcs’ gazes followed her across the pitch and up the steps of the Chief’s Abode. “Whatever this proposition is, man-cub, I hope it’s worthwhile...Chief don’t see nobody for nuthin’...” Khamina muttered, looking down at the girl. Melina nodded. “I understand...and thank you.” She said, looking up at the orc captain. Khamina nodded, a bit of a smirk on her face as she strode into the curtains. Melina waited on the steps, idly wondering if Orla had managed to get to the stores yet. She sincerely hoped so, or this would all be for naught. This was her one chance...she had to make it count. The flaps opened again, and out stepped Khamina. “The Chief doesn’t like being bothered at this hour, but...she’s curious, so...She’ll see you.” She murmured, looking down at Melina, who nodded, striding forward as Khamina held open the curtain for her. The room was just like it had been the first time Melina was here, though now that she wasn’t dangling by her arms and trying not to wet herself, she was able to appreciate how rustic and nicely-designed the place was...though her eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece. Chief Urza sat in her throne in a reclined pose that was relaxed, but still brimming with power, like a crouching tiger. Oddly, her legs were still covered, despite the warmth of the room. Her intense, greengold eyes locked Melina in a trance, and as she raised a hand to beckon the girl forth, Melina felt as though her body were moving automatically until she was stood in front of the woman. “I am told you have a proposition to make of me, man-cub…” The Chieftess murmured in that commanding, rich alto of hers. “I am intrigued as to what you believe you can offer me, that I do not possess…” Melina took a deep breath. “I am aware that you are...different, your grace. I am aware of your…’possession’.” Urza’s eyes glinted dangerously, a frown curling on her lips. “Leave us.” She barked at her guards, her eyes never leaving Melina’s. The orc guards turned to one another, confused, but unwilling to disobey their Chief. And so, one by one they filed out of the throne room, leaving the Chief and Melina alone. “Choose your next words wisely, man-cub…” Urza growled. “They may be the last you ever speak.” Melina swallowed, but she forced herself to continue. “I...was wondering why you always kept your legs covered…” She murmured, taking a tiny step forward. “This throne room is so warm, surely extra quilts would be uncomfortable, but you’re not trying to keep warm, are you, your Grace?” She asked, tilting her head as she continued to move forward. “No, you’re hiding something...a great, long, strong, beautiful something…” She cooed gently, moving forward The Chief looked wary, but she did not speak. Between her legs, the quilt jumped. The lack of resistance stoking her confidence, Melina continued. “A throbbing...needy something…” She breathed, slowly reaching for the quilt. Urza’s hand immediately reached out to grab her wrist, but Melina remained calm. “Please, your Grace...allow a poor sheltered girl to slake her curiosity?” Slowly, the Chief’s hand released her wrist, and Melina moved to pull the quilt down and off of the Chief’s lap, revealing a loincloth that just barely covered what looked to be nearly a foot-long penis, the same dusky green as its owner and riddled with veins. The smooth glans twinkled in the firelight, and already Melina could see a bit of moisture gathering at the tip. Despite herself, Melina felt her mouth water...never before had she seen such a perfect specimen, and the fact that it was on a beautiful, bosomy orc chief made it all the more enticing. She swallowed the excess saliva...best not let on how awed she was… “Ah...yes…” She breathed, her hand coming to rest on the Chief’s thigh, the back brushing against the underside of the length and causing it to spring almost immediately to full hardness. Melina clucked her tongue sympathetically. “You are the victim of such cruelty, your Grace...bound by your own laws to hide a part of yourself, and such a beautiful part...and with the men away, you are forbidden from even the torrid lovemaking that would help you forget the ache that plagues you here…” She murmured, reaching down to gently cup one of the orc chief’s weighty testicles...it was warm, heavy, and practically full to the brim with seed. The Chief took a shuddering breath, her eyes fluttering somewhat at the girl’s touch. Melina couldn’t help but allow herself a small smirk as she moved the other hand to the shaft, cupping the tip to gather a bit of lube before beginning to stroke the Chief’s royal scepter. “And then to be surrounded by so many fertile, curvaceous subjects, and be denied the chance to enjoy them...to have them service you on your throne as you know they would...even as they indulge in one another, while you are left pent up and without release…” Melina was losing herself in it, her motions coaxing more and more pre from the chief’s verdant member and allowing her hand to glide up and down the trembling pole with increasing ease. “But I’m different, am I not? I’m not an orc, I am not bound by your laws...and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to exploit that loophole…” The Chief’s breath was coming in shallow, almost girlish gasps, her eyes slack and unfocused. Melina could feel the conflict in the woman...she wanted to tell Melina to stop, to reassert control...but her body would not let her. “So I come to you. I know what you conceal, and I know how much it pains you to do so.” The Chief was groaning now, biting her lip as her hips began to move in rhythm with Melina’s hand. I have you now, gorgeous… Melina thought to herself as she began moving her hand faster and faster, feeling the flesh tremble and tighten beneath her. The Chief was close. “I want to give you what you crave, your Grace…” she murmured, leaning forward towards her ear. “...Release.” she whispered. The Chief bit down on her finger to keep from crying out as the first rope of fragrant, pearlescent cum burst from her quivering cock, splattering wetly on the ground beneath her. Melina bit her own lip, grinning as she increased her speed, intent on wringing as much pleasure from the orcish chieftain as she could. Urza groaned as her orgasm tore through her chiseled form, gout after gout of pent up seed roping from her engorged member, frosting the ground white and coating everything in front of the empress a pale, creamy white. Melina felt her small clothes moisten as the Chief continued to pump her broad hips into the girl’s hand, continuing to shoot her sperm high into the air, only for it to splat on the ground like white rain until the entirety of the stoop was painted white. After a few more moments, the spurts became less violent, and now began to just dribble down her magnificent pole. The Chief slumped against her chair, breathing heavily, painted in the afterglow of her euphoric climax. Melina smirked gently. “And so… I am offering myself, your grace...Not only to assist around the camp, but to relieve you so that you never again must go without the release you deserve…” The Chief’s eyes blinked a couple times to get back into frame before sliding over to look at Melina. “N...Name your wager, farlander…” Melina continued to idly stroke the Chief’s member. “An Endurance match. You against me. NO wrestling, just a battle of wills. If you win, I will become your love servant, forever. If I win... your guard has to escort me back to the edge of the forest so that I may return.” The Chief glowered, seemingly thinking to herself. “...No one has bested me in an endurance match, not even Khamina. You willingly stake lifelong servitude on so impossible a task?” Melina huffed gently. “The way I see it, this is my chance to prove to you that I can be strong, too...without the added meddling of your underlings. Do we have any accord?” She murmured, running her thumb along the sensitive underside of the futa chief’s cock, causing her to shudder. “V-very well, man-cub.” The chief murmured, sitting up fully and grabbing Melina’s chin with a grin. “You have yourself a wager.” TO BE CONTINUED…. Manticore, Zuorsara and DerivativeWings 3 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted February 28, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted February 28, 2021 Who would of thought that Chief Urza was a futa man that is so cool I can’t wait to read what will happen next Quote Link to comment
Manticore 20 Posted February 28, 2021 Share Posted February 28, 2021 This story is going excellent places. Never would have thought the orcs had such a uniquely endowed character for their chief. Really looking forward to the next chapter. Quote Link to comment
Foxlover 989 Posted April 16, 2021 Author Share Posted April 16, 2021 CHAPTER 5: Evening The Odds (Bit of a shorter chapter, but I want the final one to be completely dedicated to the match between Urza and Melina XD) News of Melina’s challenge spread quickly through the camp. By morning, every orc in the compound was aware of the impending contest between the Chief and the human captive, and there was no shortage of whispers or curious stares that followed Melina and Orla as they headed to the mess hall to do their routine morning clean-up of the perimeter guard’s breakfast. Truth be told, it was quite unnerving for the young girl, having the gaze of every muscle-bound warrior in the compound on her...but underneath it, she felt a strain of pride. She’d gotten their attention, and though in most looks she saw incredulity, pity or amusement, in a few she saw curiosity, and even grudging respect for the sheer audacity of her challenge. “I suppose the Chief accepted your challenge?” Orla muttered to her as she adjusted her cleaning pack on her shoulder. Even though she couldn’t see the gazes trailing after them, Orla’s extremely keen hearing picked up on the hushed conversations whenever they went by. Melina took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, she did. We start at dawn, each of us emptying ourselves completely, and then...” She let the sentence trail off, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Despite Orla’s display in reaction to the lumencap, and her assurance that all of the Chief’s personal mead barrels had been thoroughly spiked with it (courtesy of an easily-picked lock and a less-than-vigilant guard-orc) Melina couldn’t help but be nervous. She had been awed just by how much regular orcs had been able to hold, and Chief Urza was supposed to be the strongest among them...She’d never even seen the over-endowed orc relieve herself before. She took another deep breath, doing her best to keep her head high and her gait steady so as not to look intimidated by the eyes following her to the mess hall. “Honestly I didn’t think she’d go for it at first, but, after some...persuasion…” She murmured. At this, Orla raised an eyebrow. “Persuasion? How do you mean?” At this, Melina reddened, a small smirk curling on her lips. “I, er...merely took your advice…” The orcess blinked her sightless eyes, confused...then they widened as realization dawned on her. Now it was Orla’s turn to blush, swallowing down a lump in her throat as she moved even closer to Melina. “O-Oh, you- you don’t mean you-?” She whispered Melina’s grin widened. “Yeah…” She giggled back, adjusting her own pack. The two young alchemists walked in somewhat of an awkward silence for a few moments longer before Orla turned her head slightly towards Melina. “....What did it look like?” She murmured under her breath, so quiet Melina could hardly even make out what she was saying. The girl frowned, turning to her friend in confusion. “Huh?” Orla swallowed again, clearing her throat as she kept her empty gaze focused before her. “W-what did it look like? The Chief’s...y-you know…” She stammered, fingers idly clutching at her pack strap. “I’ve...well, only a few of the Kh’raven have seen it, and I obviously haven’t…” She breathed, turning her head towards Melina. “Was it...did it look nice?” Melina felt her blush returning as she realized what Orla was asking. She cast a furtive glance around; most of the orcs had gone back to their respective morning tasks, and they weren’t close enough to overhear, anyway. She turned back to Orla, gently biting her lip. “It was...big…” she breathed. “Green… hard, but pliable...strong but smooth…warm to the touch…I didn’t think I’d feel this way seeing one, but...” Her eyes glazed over somewhat as she recounted the experience...the Chief’s strong, sculpted form flexing in orgasmic obedience to the comparatively tiny pale hand running its way up and down her sensitive shaft, her powerful green hands gripping the side of her throne as she tried not to let on how much she enjoyed Melina’s surprisingly skillful ministrations… It seemed Melina wasn’t the only one being affected by the bawdy account. Orla’s face got darker and darker the more Melina spoke, until her breath was coming in somewhat shallow gasps and her thighs began to rub against one another as they walked. “W-wow…” she croaked. “She must’ve been even more pent up than the rest of us...and she can’t even cheat the way the others do…” Melina nodded, exhaling gently. Despite the lust that had seared in her chest when she was tending to the Chief’s member, she’d also felt a surge of pity… to have such a magnificent tool and be unable to use it, especially with all the basically half-nude shapely orc women traipsing around...it must have been driving her crazy… Melina’s risque ruminations continued as they entered the mess hall, where the perimeter guard was sitting around chatting like normal… though both Khamina and Malash appeared to be missing. As soon as Melina came around the corner, the entire hall went quiet as they all turned to look at her. Melina swallowed, the sudden gazes of a dozen orc guards on her making her feel weak in the knees, though she did her best not to acknowledge them as she and Orla came farther in. Their footsteps felt loud in Melina’s ears, their echo in the silence weighing on her as she set her pack down and reached in to pull her saphroot tincture and cleaning rags out, trying to keep her hands steady as she did so. “I’m gonna go fetch the water…” She murmured to Orla, grabbing the pail from near the entrance and starting towards the back of the hall. As she passed by, the orcs began to murmur among themselves like all the others. “She really challenged the Chief? Didn’t she piss herself within ten minutes of comin’ here?” “She’s gotta know Chief Urza’s gonna crush her…” “10 gold pieces says she squirts before the Chief even starts feeling it…” “I say we make her chug the rest of this barrel, see how much she can *really* hold…” Melina ignored them, setting her jaw and pushing open the back door of the mess hall. The murmurs followed her out as made her way to the well to fetch water for cleaning the dishes, but Melina did her best to block it out as she approached the well. As she tied the pail off and began lowering it into the well, a nasty thought occurred to her. Many of the orcs clearly thought little of her challenge… what if they decided to ambush her for their Chief, tie her up and beat her down before the contest even began? What if, when Urza realized she was more desperate than she should’ve been, she figured something was amiss? What if Melina won and Urza went back on her promise? Melina’s heart began to hammer in her chest as she considered these unsavory possibilities...her hands shook as she pulled the bucket up, water sloshing out the sides. The sound, ironically enough, reminded her of her faint urge to urinate...something she’d need to take care of as soon her chores were done, while she still could. She calmed herself by reminding herself that the Kh’raven seemed an honorable folk, if nothing else… Orla had said the Chief wasn’t a bad sort, and it wasn’t like living here the past two weeks had been completely terrible… and suddenly, she began to feel a bit guilty about the way she’d rigged the match… No. Melina thought angrily to herself. No, you are doing what you need to win. The Chief played dirty when you got here, so...so this just makes it fair. Yes, you’re just making things even...this is how you’re gonna get home. With her conscience assuaged for the time being, Melina pulled the bucket the rest of the way up and promptly returned to the mess hall, determination and resoluteness driving her steps forward with renewed vigor. The mess hall was surprisingly empty when Melina re-entered it….it seemed as though most of the orcs had gone off to elsewhere, and the ones who hadn’t were back to drinking and talking, enjoying the last few moments of their morning break and paying Melina little mind as she hurried back to Orla. The orcish alchemist had already started clearing away some of the flagons and plates from the orcs’ breakfast, pre-staining them with the tincture to dissolve any residual food particles. She raised her head as she heard Melina’s footsteps approach, turning gently towards the sound. Melina frowned as she knelt down next to Orla with the bucket. “Where’s everyone going? Muster isn’t for another half hour…” Orla shrugged. “Getting ready to watch Malash’s Endurance Match against the Captain, probably…” She murmured, dipping her rag in the bucket. Melina blinked. She’d totally forgotten that was today...that explained both Khamina and Malash’s absences from the normal breakfast rush. “Can we see it?” She murmured. She hadn’t been too invested in the matches up until now, given that to her it was just a contest between two random orcs settling some personal squabble...but now Melina had reason to actually pay attention. She hadn’t had many joys during her captivity, but she imagined watching Khamina put Malash’s arse in the dirt would be quite a sight. Orla shrugged. “Depends on how quickly we finish these dishes, I suppose….” She murmured, sounding rather morose, though Melina picked up on it, she didn’t comment. A while passed as the two slowly made their way through the mountain of dishes they needed to clean...the other orcs had all gone by the time they’d nearly finished up. Once they were alone, Orla turned to Melina. “They’d been talking about you…” she murmured. “About the match…” Melina set her jaw, dropping her gaze back to their work. “I know… can’t be helped… And it’s a crazy thing for me to do, even-” She paused, looking around to make sure they weren’t being listened to before leaning forward. “-even with the lumencap we’re slipping her. Orla, do you think it’ll be enough?” She whispered. Orla smiled drily. “Made me piss myself in short order, didn’t it?” Melina pursed her lips. “That’s- Orla, come on, you know what I mean. The Chief is the strongest there is, right? And she’s got- w-well, she’s obviously different from the other orcs, what if she can resist its effects?” Orla frowned. “She’s still an orc, Melina, no matter how many differences her body has… the lumencap will work. In two days time she’ll be doing her damndest not to gush all over the ground, I promise.” Melina blushed a bit at the decidedly crude response, and she cleared her throat. “Right, erm...yeah… and Orla…” She murmured, her eyes raising to the young orc’s face. “Thank you… I know it can’t have been easy, doing all this…helping me, betraying your Chief...” Orla pursed her lips, suddenly looking decidedly uncomfortable. She sat up with a gentle sigh, rolling her shoulders. “...I have no desire to see any harm come to her… I may be somewhat of an oddball here but Kh’raven blood still flows through my veins. My heart still beats for my Chief, and my tribe...This is my home. But…” She stopped wiping the dish in her hand for a moment. “I want to help you get back to your home…” She turned her empty gaze on Melina. “...To Priscilla…” Melina merely continued to peer at Orla for a moment before leaning over and wrapping her arms round the Orc’s shoulders. Orla tensed, seeming surprised, but within seconds she was reciprocating the embrace. The two stayed like that for a moment, content to bask in each other’s warmth and gentleness...two things oft missing from the rough dispositions of the Kh’raven tribals. Suddenly, they heard the challenge horn being sounded, and began to hear voices congregating outside the mess hall. Orla turned to Melina. “Sounds like the Match is starting…” She murmured, quickly scrubbing the last dish and setting it back in the nesting alcove. Melina got to her feet as well, and the pair of them hurried outside where the crowd was gathering around the Match ring. Melina managed to shove her way to the front this time, her eyes scanning the trodden dirt pitch for the competitors. Within moments, a roar went up from the spectators as the contestants emerged onto the field. Khamina and Malash both wore stony expressions as they approached each other… Melina noted with some redness that they both had changed out of their usual guard armor, now clad only in the dress worn by those participating in a Match; scant fur bras that barely contain their mountainous bosoms and loincloths that hung between powerful thighs in an almost ironic display of decency. The sheer clothing allowed all present to see the hard muscles rippling underneath the two opponents’ verdant skin, tensed with barely contained ferocity...it was like watching two bears circle each other over a salmon. Khamina had tied her braid back in a bun to prevent it being used as a handhold for her opponent, while Malash’s clean shaven head merely glinted in the morning sun. Melina would be lying to herself if she said her pulse didn’t quicken a bit at the sight...they looked dangerous, but also beautiful...like a raging fire... But the most prominent feature was one they shared...a great, bulbous, protruding abdomen, a sign of the boiling lake of piss contained just behind each hardened Amazonian sphincter. Oddly enough, neither of them even seemed to notice the loads that would’ve ruptured the bladders of a dozen women thrice over, their only concern seeming to be keeping the other in their sights. Melina felt the tension in the air, as did everyone… The petty grievance given as the impetus for this fight masked the years of friction between the two, and now all that frustration was coming to a head...in one way or another. The ref raised an arm, and the two combatants sunk into wrestling stances, still glaring at one another. For a moment, there was silence. The crowd wanted with bated breath, the energy humming in the air like the moments before a thunderstorm. The arm had barely swung down when the two lunged for one another, immediately grappling one another’s shoulders. They both grit their teeth as they staggered around the pitch, gripping each other so hard Melina could swear she saw veins bulging out of their necks. Suddenly, Khamina dropped to a lunge stance, forcing Malash to pitch forward and allowing Khamina to use that momentum to toss her opponent to the ground. Malash hit the dirt and rolled right back to her feet, a fierce expression on her face. With a bellow, she charged Khamina, tackling her Captain into the dirt. The crowd was going wild, shouting out encouragement to their respective champions. “Yeah, Malash, take that bitchcaptain down a peg!” “Come on, Captain, show that bucktusk beta who’s boss!” Melina winced as Malash slammed Khamina’s shoulders into the dirt and straddled her, breathing heavily. The Captain struggled, but she couldn’t find an angle. A frenzied grin began to appear on Malash’s face. “Finally…” She hissed, moving her hips back and moving a hand down to Khamina’s abdomen. She drove her palm into the Captain’s grotesquely protruding bladder, causing Khamina to cry out in a strangled groan. Malash began pumping her arm up and down, rolling Khamina’s boulder of a bladder around in her abdomen with little regard for the pain it might cause her. Amazingly though, throughout it all, Khamina did not pee, despite the brutal attack on her overswollen pee-pouch. Malash must’ve been just as surprised, because the half-second of hesitation on the lighter orc’s part gave Khamina the opening she needed to throw her opponent off of her. Malash hit the ground, and Khamina staggered upright, knock kneed and clutching her bladder with a pained expression. Melina’s eyes flitted between the two combatants, thanking her lucky stars she would not have to wrestle in her own match...she wasn’t sure if she’d even survive, let alone avoid peeing herself. She winced again as Khamina swept Malash’s leg while simultaneously bringing her arm around her neck and forcing her into a kneel. It was such a violent sport, and no one in the crowd seemed to- Melina swallowed as her eyes caught the gaze Chief Urza, staring at her from the other side of the pitch. The Chief was dressed in her normal leathers and pelts, her bearskin cape hanging off of her shoulders. Her mouth curled up in a toothy grin, lusty and primal, as she kept her gaze trained on Melina, and Melina could swear she saw the crotch of the Chief’s tunic twitch. Melina swallowed, forcing herself to tear her eyes away from Urza and focus back on the match, though she could feel herself warming under the Chief’s domineering gaze. Khamina had gotten Malash into a headlock again… the same headlock, Melina surmised, that had won the Captain the match last time. Malash’s eyes were already fluttering as she clawed at the arm round her throat, her loincloth already becoming stained with the spurts that signified she would soon lose control of her bladder, and thus, the match. Khamina grit her teeth, squeezing tighter as Malash’s thrashing became weaker and weaker, struggling and squirming in Khamina’s grasp… Then suddenly, the Captain let go. In both senses of the word. As Khamina released Malash’s throat, she grimaced, and a second later golden piss was pouring from between her thighs in a torrent the likes of which Melina had never seen… it was as though someone had upended a bathtub, the way the amber sheets of hot urine were splashing noisily into the ground. The entire pitch went silent as Khamina continued voiding her bladder on the pitch, their eyes wide in surprise...though no one looked more shocked than Malash, who had paused in her massaging of her neck to stare open-mouthed at the deluge staining her superior’s thighs. After almost 5 minutes, Khamina’s flow abated, the last few droplets snaking lazily down her thighs as she raised her head towards Malash. Melina blinked...Khamina had lost? But Khamina never lost…especially to the likes of Malash… She and the rest of the tribe watched as the Chief stepped forward. “Well fought, the both of you…” She murmured, her eyes lingering on Khamina. “But Malash….” She turned to the still tensed and shivering orc who, now that she no longer had adrenaline on her side, seemed to be having a difficult time containing the rest of her own pee. “...You have emerged the victor. You may now take your-” Malash didn’t even wait for the orcish Chief to finish her sentence as she pulled aside her own loincloth, jetting forth a stream that was not quite as strong as Khamina’s but nonetheless impressive, indicative of the orc being mere seconds away from such a gush being involuntary. As she continued to pee, the Chief strode over and grabbed her arm, holding it high and bringing forth cheers from some of the crowd and looks of surprise or dismay from the rest. Ghora and Ognild led the pack of orcs who had sidled up to Malash. “Blimey, Malash…” Ghora breathed, clapping her still-peeing fellow guard on the back. “You fuckin’ pulled it out...you’re the first of us to beat the Cap’n ever…” She breathed. Ognild was next, grinning widely. “Guess we can’t make fun of yeh for faintin’ like a chambermaid anymore…” She joked, looking down at the golden cascade from between Malash’s thighs. “Gruumsh’s bollocks, that must feel incredible…” Malash, for all intents and purposes, had lost her normal off-putting scowl...instead, she still looked quite taken aback, as if she, like her compatriots, had expected herself to lose. She shot a glance towards Khamina, who was now conversing with the Chief, pee still dripping down her legs. Their conversation seemed to conclude, as Khamina sighed gently and the Chief strode over to Malash. “Congratulations, Malash…” She murmured, clapping Malash’s shoulder. “You’ve done well. I’m certain I don’t need to impress upon you the significance of your victory…?” Malash nodded. “I...Yes, I’m aware, Chief…” Urza nodded. “And for your impressive display, and on the recommendation of Khamina, you’ve been granted a commendation. Live long and serve well...Captain.” Malash looked up, eyes wide. “...Chief?” She murmured. “But I-I...Khamina-” “-Has made the decision divide her duties with you, given the need to bolster our forces in the wake of restlessness at the far ends of the forest. She will continue to be responsible for the training and assembling of the guard and you will help lead the veterans when she is doing so. As of this moment, you are equal with her, and answer only to me.” Ghora and Ognild’s eyes flitted from the Chief to Malash, who still looked stunned. The Chief chuckled. “Now...I believe you’ve some cleaning up to do, yes?” She murmured, her eyes now flitting to Melina and Orla. “Man cub…” The Chief barked. Melina swallowed, shuffling forward as she was summoned. She’d been prepared for (and somewhat anticipating) helping Khamina clean...but to be alone with Malash, unable to defend herself...the thought made her sick with fear. The Chief looked down at the girl, a leering grin on her face. “Make certain the Captain is seen to, young one.” She commanded before turning and striding off. Malash and Melina both watched her go for a moment before turning and looking at each other. Melina braced herself to be grabbed or yanked by her hair, but Malash only snorted. “Hmph...let’s go.” She growled. Melina followed immediately, not intent on doing anything to upset the belligerent orc… even as Orla was left standing, a worried expression in her sightless eyes. The new Captain was silent all the way to the washing stalls. Even as she disrobed, she said nary a word, her gaze seeming far away. Melina fetched the water and the flint for the fire, returning to the stall to find Malash standing there, nude and arms crossed as she stared at the wall. Melina quickly knelt, striking the flint together to get the tinder burning, not intent on being here any longer than she absolutely had to. “...She threw the match.” Malash muttered. Melina blinked, looking up at the orc, who was still staring at the wall. Was she talking to Melina, or to herself? Should she answer? Should she not? Melina wrestled with her indecision for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. “...Pardon?” Malash huffed. “She should’ve won that fight.” Melina swallowed, putting the flint away as the tinder finally caught fire. She put the pail over it and sighed. “If she wanted to win...I’m sure she would’ve...” Malash’s dubious expression darkened even more as she shook her head. “No...She had me. She had me and she was seconds from winnin’, but she let me go.” She turned to Melina, glowering down at her. “Why?” Melina frowned, looking up. “What makes you think I know?” Malash snorted. “Cause she’s fucking easy on you, that’s what. Been gettin’ real soft ever since you stepped foot in the Kh’raven compound. What did she tell you? What’s she plannin’?” Melina pursed her lips again as she went back to tending the flame. “It isn’t like we’re friends, she just hasn’t looked like she actively wants to kill me, not like you…” She muttered, feeling the words tumble out before she could stop herself. If Malash was offended, though she didn’t show it. Melina waited a few more minutes for the water to heat before pulling the pail off. She stood up and stepped into the stall, only for Malash to grab the bucket and yank it away from her with a rough tug. “I can wash myself…” She muttered. Melina pursed her lips… the Malash she knew would’ve paid her weight in gold to degrade the human captive by making her wash her, but now...it seemed like there was different fire in her eyes, one that burned for another reason. Still, Melina didn’t consider it her lot to try and figure out why Malash was acting so strangely...she merely turned and strode away from the stalls as quickly as her feet would carry her, not stopping till she had reached Orla’s hut. ~~~~ As the afternoon wore on and evening approached, Melina felt herself get more and more nervous. The drinking for the contest would start in the morning, though as she thought about it, Melina had no idea how it was supposed to work. Were they to simply start drinking and then wait all day and all night till the start of the contest? Where was it to take place? And if she won...how soon would she be allowed to pee, and then to leave? Questions like these rattled around the troubled young alchemist’s head, until she’d nearly made herself dizzy. “...Melina?” Orla murmured, looking up from sewing a leather jerkin. “Are you alright? You haven’t said much since the Match…” Melina looked up at Orla, whose sightless gaze was fixated right in front of her. She shook her head, stretching. “Oh, uh...it’s nothing, just...Malash was acting strange, after the match. She didn’t make me wash her, and…. She...told me that Captain Khamina threw the match.” Orla frowned. “So Captain Khamina really did lose? Wow...If I was Malash, I’d be surprised, too…” Melina looked back up at the orc. “Why? Khamina was bound to lose sometime…” Orla huffed. “Not to Malash. Not to anyone but the Chief. Khamina is the best by a wide margin, it’s why she was made the Captain even when the men were still around...and everyone’s saying she had Malash dead to rights…” Melina frowned. “Don’t tell me you think she threw the match? Why would she do that, all you Kh’raven care about is being the strongest, being the best, don’t you?” She snapped, a bit more harshly than she intended. Noting the hurt expression Orla now wore, Melina was suddenly flooded with guilt. “Orla...I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Orla held up a hand, shaking her head. “You don’t have to apologize...not to me, not for that. We- I have done my best to make you feel welcome here, but, it isn’t like everyone else has...I’d be angry, too…” Melina pursed her lips, looking back down at the ground. “Well...maybe “hate” is a strong word...things could be worse, I suppose…” She trailed off flatly. Orla frowned, finally setting her sewing needles down. “...There is something else bothering you…” Melina sat in silence for a moment, hands on her knees. “Orla, my entire life hinges on tomorrow...whether or not I get to see my friends and family again...I just…” She swallowed. “I’m scared...scared that the lumencap won’t be enough…” Orla pursed her lips, setting down her jerkin and folding her hands in her lap. “Melina...I told you this morning, the plan will work… I promise you, you will get back home.” She murmured. Melina looked up, seeing Orla’s reassuring smile...and she actually felt a little better. “Ah...thank you, I-” Just then, there was a knock at the door. Melina and Orla both turned towards the sound, and then each other. Swallowing, Melina got to her feet, pulling the door open to reveal one of the perimeter guard. “There is a feast being held in honor of Captain Malash’s ascendency in rank...you and Orla are teh make sure everyone is served and that things get cleaned up. Come with me.” Melina and Orla looked at one another… never before had they been invited to dine with the rest of the camp before. Melina would much rather have stayed in the hut, but she could tell by the gruff expression on the orc guard’s face that they didn’t have much of a choice. A few moments, later, the pair were following the guard back through the camp. Night had fallen, the full moon illuminating the entirety of the compound and casting long shadows over the ground as it hit the wooden parapets. The camp was all but deserted...everyone must’ve been at this banquet. Ahead, Melina could already hear the hooting and hollering of the scout guard and the Chief’s entourage carrying away in the mess hall. The sound only got louder the closer they got, until finally they reached the slatted wooden doors. The guard pushed it open and immediately Melina was assailed by the heady aromas of roast boar, heather ale and the musk of several orc bodies packed into the same room. All around, verdant amazons carried on like heathens, tearing into sides of ham or upending flagons of ale into their mouths. There was arm wrestling, joke-telling, all manner of laughter and riot… A heavy *thunk* from across the way alerted Melina to the knowledge that a few of the orcs were having hatchet throwing contests against the far wall...and to her dismay, each participant had a flagon of ale in her hand. Orla’s empty eyes widened as they made their way further inside… A small smile came to her lips. “They...sound like they’re enjoying themselves…” She murmured. Melina shot a glance at her friend, debating on whether or not to tell her about the potentially dangerous hatchet throwing game going on. As they reached the center of the room, Melina glanced up and saw the Chief reclining on a chair elevated on a tiered dais near the head of the table, smirking as she observed the raucous carrying-ons of her tribe. Next to her was Khamina, who looked far more reserved than Melina had ever seen her… a flagon in one hand, the other on her knee, her chin resting upon her, her gaze far away. On the Chief’s other side, looking decidedly perplexed by all the new attention, was Malash. She’d been given her own gold ring to put around her tusk, signifying her status as a Captain in the tribe. A few of the orcs were coming up to her, clinking their flagons with hers or slapping her shoulder, or otherwise trying to buddy up with their new superior, but most seemed happy to have a night off to eat, drink and make arses of themselves with their comrades, occasion be damned. Malash, for all the attention, didn’t look nearly as pleased as Melina would’ve thought someone who’d just bested her rival and earned a new title in the same day would’ve looked. In fact, the newly ascended captain’s focus appeared to be mainly on Khamina, across the aisle from her… The Chief sat up, rolling her shoulders and grabbing the bronze-tipped spear next to her, raising it and bringing it down hard on the table. The rest of the orcs stopped their celebration immediately, turning toward their leader. Urza looked over the now attentive orcs, sitting up and swinging her powerful legs over her seat before getting to her feet. Melina noticed, with some surprise, that the orc Chief had forgone her normal lower-half coverings, instead clad in something of a loincloth-tunic hybrid beneath her roughhide jerkin and bearskin cape. “We assemble this evening to celebrate the taking of a mantle.” She called as she began descending the steps of the dais. “Our comrade Malash showed strength, fortitude and will unseen by any other besides Captain Khamina...and for that alone, she is to be commended. But not only that… she proved that to be counted out is tinder for pressing on, not for giving in. She persevered despite the adversity, embodied the warrior spirit we pride ourselves upon...and the Kh’raven recognize her victory.” Suddenly, the Chief’s eyes flitted to Melina and Orla, still near the entrance. Her toothy grin returned. “And speaking of insurmountable odds…” Melina felt the color drain from her face as the entirety of the mess hall turned to look at her. She felt nearly sick with fear as the Chief approached, looming larger than Melina had imagined. She knew the Chief was tall, but having only ever encountered her sitting down or in a crowd, she hadn’t been able to appreciate just how imposing the orc chieftain was. The 7-and-a-half foot jade behemoth stopped just shy of the pale young alchemist, grinning down at her with an expression that surely would strike fear into even the most hardened knights. Melina swallowed, feeling her legs wobble beneath her as she did her best not to faint on the spot. “Bravery and foolishness are easily mistaken, especially among your kind, man-cub…” She murmured, causing a rumble of laughter from the gathered orcs. “Or perhaps...Hubris? After all, your ilk have purged much of the forest of it’s natural beauty in order to build your towns and chapels and castles… only the truly arrogant believe themselves masters of all they see. I was surprised to receive your challenge, given you seem to be more intelligent than most anyone one else from Man’s Country… but perhaps part of you believes you truly do stand a chance?” Melina tried to swallow, but her mouth was so dry she did little else than merely scrape the parts of her throat together. The Chief’s grin widened. “I suppose that is my fault… You’ve seen more of me than most, and yet I haven’t truly shown you what I am capable of… perhaps a demonstration?” The Chief stepped back, holding out her spear. Immediately, one of her guards rushed forward to take it. The Chief’s eyes never left the young alchemist as she began undoing the cinch around her tunic, loosening the material some before reaching behind her loincloth, fiddling with what seemed to be even more knots… The orc chief let out a gentle sigh as bits of thick twine fell from between her legs, and her large, throbbing green cock swung freely between her legs...Melina realized with a jolt that it had actually been tied to her right thigh, like one might tie a prized hog to the back of a horse. The Chief grasped her member, pulling it up and out into full view of the assembly. A wave of musk hit Melina in the face that made her already weak knees shake like jelly...and she wasn’t the only one. The nearest orcs to the chief inhaled sharply, and out of the corner of her eye Melina could see their gazes glued hungrily to their Chief’s rod, nipples tenting their tunics as their mouths began to water. Melina couldn’t blame them...she found her own eyes inexplicably drawn to it...just as magnificent as the first time she saw it. Even flaccid, it looked as thick around as her forearm, the smooth dark green glans glinting gently in the firelight...For a fleeting moment, Melina thought about whether or not it would be so bad to spend the rest of her life worshipping that magnificent tool...rubbing it, licking it, kissing it… taking it in her- She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the intrusive thoughts, her cheeks reddening quite deeply. The Chief smirked, aiming her thick one-eyed serpent at the ground before Melina. The blonde’s eyes widened in realization of what the Chief was about to do a second before the first steaming gout of fragrant piss jetted forth from the powerful member, splattering onto the ground with a sound like heavy rain on stone. Melina instinctively tread backwards to avoid splashback, but she still felt a few droplets hit her leg. Two, three, four, five minutes passed as the Chief was still going as strong as when she first started. She grinned as she continued to drain herself onto the dirt before her, with a stream as thick and steady as the fountains in the town square of Melina’s home. The evidence of her gargantuan capacity spread all across the ground, back towards the table where the orcs were lifting their feet to avoid getting their galoshes wet, and and even over to the mess hall entrance where Orla was standing. Melina felt her heart drop to her stomach… she’d never seen so much pee before, and the Chief didn’t even look fazed for having held what looked to be a couple barrels’ worth inside her cavernous bladder. Not to mention, the sound of the orc relieving herself reminded Melina about her own bladder, steadily filling throughout the day and deciding to make its presence known in a not-quite-subtle manner. Her legs involuntarily squeezed together as the Chief continued to release a load that would’ve filled her own bladder 9 times over, without so much as a sigh. Finally, after nearly 8 minutes, Chief Urza’s stream finally began to slow, though it was still another 30 seconds or so before it abated completely. Nearly the entire northwest quadrant was now soaked with the Chief’s steaming pee; Orla had winced as it began to soak into her shoes. Letting out a snort, the Chief tucked herself back away, grinning at the expression on Melina’s face. “Ah, yes...now you truly see what you are up against, girl…” She chuckled, crossing her arms. “Which is why I am giving you a sporting chance.” Melina tore her eyes away from the towering orc’s crotch, forcing herself to look up at the Chief. “...What? I-” Urza’s grinning lips curled back over her teeth again. “Customarily, we would both empty ourselves at dawn and then withhold from relief for the day, beginning the contest the next morning… But seeing as you are at such a disadvantage, I am going to begin my abstinence now. By the time you empty yourself to start the contest, I will have already gone an entire night without relieving myself, and…” She clapped her hands, and suddenly a group of orcs entered from behind her makeshift throne, carrying in more barrels of mead. “...having been properly hydrated with my own, vast personal stores.” Melina swallowed again. A headstart...the Chief clearly didn’t expect it to make a difference, this was a ploy to make her victory all the more impressive. She obviously didn’t know what had happened to her mead, and now she was going to subject herself to roughly 12 additional hours of holding in the diuretic laced brew… all in the name of proving herself truly superior. Melina said nothing as the Chief held out her hand for her spear. “Let it not be said that Chief Urza is not fair.” She chuckled, turning and heading back towards her throne. Melina was rooted to the spot, able to only stare as the Chieftain sat back down on her throne, gesturing for a flagon and one of her barrels. “Good luck on the morrow, man-cub…” She smirked. And with that, the orcs turned back to the table, the din slowly resurging as they began eating and drinking once more. After a short while , Orla came up next to her, her blind gaze staring before her. “Did...I just hear what I thought I heard…?” Melina took a deep breath. “Yeah...the Chief just took her last pee till the end of the contest…” Orla nodded, slightly open mouth. “And she...doesn’t know that her mead is-” “-Yeah.” Melina said, feeling her entire body shiver as she watched the Chief knock back her first few flagons of mead from her special barrels. Somehow, the knowledge that the Chief was not only being imbued with gallons of spiked mead guaranteed to fill an orc’s bladder fuller than it had ever been, but was also doing so 12 hours before she needed to… Melina inhaled sharply, feeling her nipples stiffen underneath her smallshirt. “I-let’s just get on with cleaning…” The celebration continued late into the night, with both Malash and Khamina slowly becoming more and more like they normally were the more inebriated they got. Melina and Orla had gotten fresh water from the well to pour over the expansive stain the Chief had left on the dirt, and had since been clearing away excess dishes and flagons from the table. As the night wore on, though, Melina began to notice a problem. A few of the orcs near the head of the table had slowed their drinking, and weren’t participating as heavily in the roughhousing their compatriots were. Instead, they seemed to quiet down a bit, going somewhat still as they shifted around in their seats. A few more continued on just as rambunctious as before, but they kept their legs close together in almost awkward stances more often than not. It was innocuous enough so that Melina didn’t really pay it any mind, focused as she was on making sure the Chief was keeping a good flow going. She needn’t have worried...the Chief’s cup never remained empty. In fact, it looked as though she was deliberately drinking more than usual as though to double down on her offer to make the contest more fair. Melina smirked inwardly...the Chief was evening the odds, alright… Finally, the Chief sent the party off to their respective abodes. Orc after orc staggered out of the mess hall, plastered beyond belief...and again, a few of them showed signs of strain...a slight wince here, a small twitch there… a few even shuffled from foot to foot, though it looked to Melina a consequence of their drunken state. She stayed behind with Orla to finish cleaning the dishes, and by the time they did, it was near midnight by Melina’s estimate. The pair of them left the mess hall, dragging their feet in exhaustion. Melina could not wait to get back to the hut and sleep… she had quite a long day before her tomorrow, and she’d need all her strength. Finally, they reached Orla’s home, each groaning as they entered the squat hut. Melina pulled the door closed behind them, sighing gently. Orla staggered over and collapsed onto her stool, rubbing her neck. “What a day…” She muttered. Melina chuckled tiredly. “Tomorrow’ll be even harder, at least for me…” She muttered, looking at the fire. Orla looked up, smiling gently. “...You can do this, Melina. I was confident in you even before the Chief decided to fill herself up a full night before the contest started...in two days time you’ll be a free woman. I promise.” Melina smiled back, reddening a bit as she brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Thanks, Orla, I...you know, I couldn’t have done this without you. Whatever happens, I want you to know that.” Orla returned the smile, lowering her head in somewhat of a bashful gesture. “I...I’ll miss you...it’s been nice, having someone to talk to who understands me...or even wants to...It...Yeah…” Melina gently bit her bottom lip, as if wrestling with something, and before she knew it, she had lurched forward, planting a swift but gentle kiss on the young orc’s lips. Orla’s milky white eyes widened in surprise at the sudden kiss, and as Melina pulled back, she noted the girl’s shocked expression. Embarrassment, hot and sour, rose in her stomach as she began stammering out apologies. “O-Oh, Orla, I’m sorry, I just...y-you know you had said...things, a-and I thought...I thought...Oh, please don’t hate me…” To her credit, the young Orc was quite adept at hiding any deeper reactions. Melina watched her on tenterhooks, deathly afraid that she’d overstepped...But after a moment, Orla leaned forward, reaching out to feel for Melina’s face and pulling her into a gentle kiss over own. Melina’s eyelids fluttered as she felt Orla's surprisingly soft lips on her own once again... she was just barely beginning to lean into the kiss when Orla pulled away, her lips still puckered. “Don’t be sorry…” She said softly, smiling as her cheeks reddened. “Just go get some rest.” Melina sat there swaying for a while before doing as instructed, rising up out of her chair and making her way back to the small bed she had called her own for the past week. As she lay down, she traced her fingers over her lips, still tingling from where Orla’s had touched them. With a smile, she closed her eyes. TO BE CONCLUDED.... Zuorsara, DerivativeWings, Manticore and 1 other 3 1 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted April 17, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted April 17, 2021 Hot damn that was a amazing chapter I wonder who will win the contest even if the chief’s mead is spiked 🤔 Quote Link to comment
Foxlover 989 Posted July 30, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 30, 2021 At long last. Chapter 6: The Match Morning. The birds had just begun to sing their dawn song, gently rousing the rest of the forest from its slumber...The sun had just barely begun to peak over the horizon, banishing the shadows of the night away. Melina had awoken hours ago, but nerves and her racing mind had prevented her from going back to sleep. All she could think about was the match; not just winning and getting home, but making sure her and Orla’s part in fixing it wouldn’t be discovered. She kept reminding herself that there was no way she’d be found out; arrogant as the orcs were, they’d never suspect such trickery. The thought helped her relax, but only just. Any moment now, someone would be by to escort her to the pitch… best get ready. She pushed herself up, running a hand through her tousled blonde hair as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She pulled on a pair of loose drawstring cotton trousers and a simple linen tunic...Orla had told her to make sure she wore clothes that weren’t restrictive so that they wouldn’t dig into a soon-to-be-swollen bladder. Orla was already in the hut kitchenette when Melina entered, sipping something warm and sweet-smelling from a cup. She looked up as she heard Melina’s footsteps. “...Morning…” she murmured softly, a faint blush on her viridescent cheeks. “Good morning…” Melina responded quietly, a bit red in the face herself as the unspoken silence of their kiss from last night hung in the air. Orla was the first to break it, gently clearing her throat. “So...how did you sleep?” Melina let out a gentle sigh, striding forward and sitting in the chair opposite Orla. “Well enough, I guess...been up for a while, though.” Orla nodded. “I understand. It’s a big day.” Never before had Melina heard such an understatement. Blowing air out of her cheeks, the young alchemist stared at the table. “Orla...when this is all over...would you, erm… wanna visit me? Or, my town?” She corrected herself quickly, her cheeks coloring again. The young orc looked equally flustered, but her lips curled into a gentle smile. “You think your human friends wouldn’t mind an orc hanging around?” Melina waved away the concern. “Oh, the lot I run with are an accepting bunch, ‘sides, they’ll wanna meet the girl who helped me get home...I can introduce you to Maester Arwen and Fergus and Liam and Hanna...and Pris…” She murmured, smiling gently. “Pris’ll love you…” Orla chuckled. “Well, then, I’d love to. Maybe I can even come with you when the Chief has her guard escort you, eh?” Melina chuckled as well, feeling a lot more at ease now than before. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both Melina and Orla turned to it, their smiles fading immediately. Melina took a deep breath. “Guess that’s for me...” She murmured, looking at Orla, who nodded in assent. Melina got up and strode over to the door, opening it to reveal none other than Khamina. Melina blinked in surprise. “...Captain?” She murmured, clearly not expecting a Captain of the Guard to be her escort to the pitch. “Hey, humie…” Khamina murmured, looking down at Melina. “‘S’time. C’mon, we’re waitin’ at the pitch.” Melina nodded, taking another deep breath as Orla stood up, preparing herself to leave as well. “Alright… Let’s go.” ~ Melina had taken the walk to the pitch many times before, but it felt...different this time, like she was walking towards her own execution. Cursing her dramatic mind, Melina hurried forward to keep pace with Khamina. The orc captain was quiet, more serious than Melina had ever seen her...and it might’ve been Melina’s imagination, but her gait looked somewhat stiff, lacking its usual confident swagger Before she could dwell too long on this, they’d reached the pitch. The entirety of the camp was gathered all around it, all awaiting her arrival. The sea of green tusken faces turned to look at Melina as she approached, all looking just as dead serious as Khamina had… it was odd, she’d never seen the orcs this uptight. A nasty thought prickled at the back of her mind...had they discovered her subterfuge? Was she going to be punished? The thought made the girl swallow with fear, but she kept a purposeful stride; no sense giving anything away till she knew for certain. As they stepped onto the dirt and the crowd parted, Melina saw two figures. One was Chief Urza herself, garbed in an intricately-patterned long tunic and skirt to hide her...appendage. As Melina approached, she could see the front of the Chief’s skirts jump a bit… clearly the orc woman wasn’t able to hide her newly-kindled desire for the young alchemist. Standing across from the Chieftain was a slightly smaller woman, her jade skin gleaming in the morning glow. She was dressed more conservatively than most of the other orcs, wearing a draped cloak over a midriff-bearing tunic and long skirt. With all the beaded necklaces and arm-bands, It almost looked like what may have passed for shaman’s garb, though still quite a bit more exposed skin than you’d normally see on someone in that practice… Melina recognized her as Talgryn, the Orc Camp’s medic. In her hands, she clutched two large gourds of ale; one for each of them, and beside her were three full casks of ale. Melina approached the Chief, bending over in a bit of a bow. “Good morning, Chief Urza…” She murmured in deference to the woman. Straightening up, Melina swept her flaxen hair out of her eyes, turning to Talgryn. “Melina Maðurdottir…” Talgryn began, drawing the eyes of the crowd. “You have chosen to enter into a battle of fortitude with Chieftain Urza. The stakes; immediate freedom against eternal servitude.” She lifted the gourds up. “Now, you will take your final relief until the end of the match.” Melina blinked, looking round at the assembled orcs. Was she supposed to… pee in front of them? After a moment’s hesitation, Melina steeled herself. No turning back now. Setting her jaw, she pulled down her trousers to just under her pale arese, angling her hips forward and letting go her bladder, spraying the dirt with what would normally be a respectable couple minutes worth of piss, had the Chief Urza not almost quadrupled that time last night. The Chieftain smirked as Melina continued to pee, but unbeknownst to them, the faces of everyone in the crowd tightened at the sight of the golden stream pouring fourth… there were even a few wiggles here and there. Melina finished up and tucked herself back away, looking at Talgryn expectantly, who nodded. “The Chief has elected to forgo the customary pre-match relief, wishing to give our young challenger a fighting chance.” She announced before handing a gourd to each of them. “Drink, and officially enter the challenge. The next time you piss, it will be either in victory or defeat.” Melina and Urza didn’t take their eyes off one another as they raised the gourds to their lips. They kept eye contact as they began to drink, not stopping even after they’d both drained the contents of their gourds. Talgryn took the gourds back, setting them down and raising her arms. “The challenge has begun! Ghora, Ognild!” She barked, and the two orc women stepped forward, looking just as morose as everyone else...though in their faces was a tightness, almost a discomfort, that Melina couldn’t place. Talgryn turned back to Melina. “These two will serve as each of your companions through the match, to make sure you do not seek relief out of the context of the match. Whomever leaks first will be awarded a penalty, and the first to pee for more than five seconds loses the match. You have until sundown to drink as much as you can, at which time you will return to the pitch. Go forth and drink.” Immediately, Urza picked up the cask nearest to her, pulling off the wooden top and tipping the whole thing back into her mouth. From what Melina could see, there was already a slight but noticeable bulge in her abdomen...clearly the lumencap had done its work. Within moments, the Chief had drained the whole thing, tossing it aside and licking her lips as she grinned at Melina. Rather than be intimidated, Melina let the sight direct her idle fantasies… she drooled a little imagining Urza’s rippling muscles straining as she held back an ocean’s worth of piss… Melina inhaled sharply, feeling her nipples hardening under her tunic. Smirking, the Chief plucked up her other two casks and carried them, one under each arm, back towards her quarters. Ognild quickly followed after her, her steps just as stiff and metered as Khamina. Curious as that was, Melina couldn’t really dwell on it; she had three whole casks of ale to fit inside her somehow. Swallowing, she looked round at Orla, who stepped forward. “Let’s get to the mess hall...I think there are some clean cups you can use.” She murmured, looking over at Ghora and gesturing for her to follow. ~ By midday, Melina found herself the topic of conversation at just about every corner of the camp. Word had quickly gotten around about the match, and everywhere she went she was greeted by more whispers than ever before. She didn’t pay too much attention, though, focused as she was on getting through the casks. Already her stomach was beginning to feel bloated, and knowing where it was all going didn’t help matters much. After several more minutes, she pushed the flagon away, a hand resting on her massively swollen stomach. Her head was foggy from the alcohol, and she could practically hear the mead sloshing around in it; she was already looking forward to the pressure dissipating, despite knowing it would only manifest as a different kind of pressure soon. “Pace yourself…” Orla murmured, frowning as Melina stifled a burp. “Remember, this is a holding contest, not a drinking contest. You’ve got till sundown.” Melina nodded, her eyes a bit slack. “Nng...don’t s’pose I could cut this with water, could I?” Orla pursed her lips, looking to Ghora, who’d been silently swaying in the corner. She stopped as soon as eyes were upon her, and with a huff, she stalked off towards the well behind the mess hall to do as requested. Once the guardswoman was out of earshot, Orla turned back to Melina. “How are you feeling?” the blind orcess murmured. Melina groaned gently. “Ugh, like I just drank the Yarthian River…” She muttered. “I’ll be fine, though, I just need to...you know, catch my breath…” Orla huffed gently. “You know what I mean.” Melina looked up at her. “I...don’t feel much of anything yet, besides that...but I did just pee five minutes ago…” She murmured with an added chuckle. Despite herself, Orla smiled as well. “Well, let’s hope that lasts...Urza may have a handicap but her bladder’s still plenty big… this won’t be easy…” Melina nodded, still rubbing her stomach. “I know. But I’ve gotta see it through, one way or the other…” Just then, Ghora returned with a pail of water, setting it down before Melina before returning to her cross armed, tight-legged stance near the door. Melina looked up at her, noting now her decidedly tense and restless posture. Immediately Melina’s eyes jumped to a need for a toilet, but that couldn’t have been it...every orc on the guard relieved themselves in the morning before rounds… Just then, a couple orc women shuffled past the mess hall, muttering to one another as they leaned against the door.. “...think’s gonna win? I honestly don’t know..” “You’re kiddin’, right? I’ve never even seen the Chief need a piss, let alone have a mishap…” “I dunno…the Chief’s been holdin’ it since last night, remember?” “What’s that matter? She’s the Chief, and Melina’s just a little human!” “Ah, that human’s pretty tough, heard her spill an almost four minute gusher the other day… and speaking of a gusher, I wouldn’t mind a slash myself…” Melina frowned, now sufficiently distracted from her stomach. Both those orc women were in need of a privy as well? She turned to Orla, who merely shrugged her confusion. “Now? It’s not even noon!” “Oh shut it, like you aren’t gagging for a pot too! Damn party...” Suddenly, Melina’s eyes widened, and she turned to Orla to see the same realization reflected in hers. “Yesterday’s feast…” she whispered. Orla nodded emphatically. “The Chief’s mead stores…” Melina swallowed. “So...they really are all-” Orla nodded, looking as though they were trying not to smile. “They’ll all be bursting within the hour…” Melina frowned. “But...won’t they realize something’s up?” Orla snorted. “The Kh’raven aren’t known for their deductive reasoning. Plus, they’re so prideful they won’t even openly admit it to too many others...we’ve nothing to worry about.” The two whittled away the rest of the day in the mess hall; Match-participators were exempt from chores, as were their companions. Melina had started drinking again, though she was taking far more metered sips...Orla was right, she needed to pace herself. As time went on, and the liquid continued to move down through her digestive system, the pressure in her abdomen began to grow. As afternoon began to turn to evening, there was a slight but noticeable urge in her lower pelvic region… and still, Melina continued to drink. Orla was there to keep watch, as was Ghora, though the latter was getting more and more restless, crossing and uncrossing her arms or tensely rolling her shoulders. A few more orc women sidled by the mess hall, each talking in (what they thought were) hushed tones about a stronger than normal urge to relieve themselves. The idle conversations didn’t help Melina much, whose urge was steadily starting to become unignorable. “Maybe we should go somewhere else…” She murmured to Orla, who blinked in response. “What? Why?” “Cause it’s probably not best for me to hear them talk about peeing, savvy?” Melina huffed. Orla pursed her lips. “Ah...good point...come on, we can hang around the smith tent...Ghora…” She said, calling to their orc companion as they stood up to leave. As they exited, though, they were treated to an odd sight. True to their suspicions, an air of tension rested on the camp as orcs strode stiffly up and down the dirt paths, trying not to let on how full their bladders were getting, unaware of the reasons behind their sudden spike in desperation. Everywhere Melina looked she could see abdomens beginning to bulge out of tunics, though many were still trying to pretend as though nothing was amiss. It wouldn’t last, though...Chief Urza was not the only one in for an uncomfortable evening, it seemed. ~ Back at the compound, Urza had already drained almost all three casks, and was now reclining on her throne, watching the sun creep towards the horizon and idly fantasizing about having that pretty pink human girl service her on her throne all day and knight, making up for years of pent-up sexual frustration and chaste edging...a ripple went through the orc chieftain’s body just thinking about it. Despite her words to Melina, the matronly warrior felt she may have under-estimated how much liquid she’d been consuming. There was a definite pressure in her abdomen as a day and a half’s worth of pee sloshed around within it, a sensation Urza had almost forgotten. Just off to her right, she heard footsteps run her compound, and a moment later there was the sound of liquid splattering on the ground and a huff of relief. The sound made Urza’s bladder twinge, which surprised her. “What?” She frowned to herself as she took another swig of mead from her cask...a smaller, more careful swig. Ognild continued to stand by the chief, rigid in posture even as her waistband began to dig into her swelling bladder. “Ognild…” The Chief murmured, gazing at the guard. “You look tense.” She said, her eyes gleaming. The perimeter guardswoman swallowed, and she shook her head. “No, my liege, simply...simply a bit of a cramp…” Urza smirked in amusement. “Ah, of course. You needn’t be coy with me, not here...I’m feeling a bit of pressure myself.” Ognild blinked, obviously surprised. “Y-yeh are?” The Chieftain held up a hand. “Make no mistake, I’m far from bursting, but I haven’t peed in nearly two days, almost twice over what the other women in our camp have…” Iraz nodded, but she still looked anxious. “And still, yeh hardly looked phased…” Urza grinned. “A bit of mead is no match for my strength.” She murmured.. “I will admit, I’ve not felt anything really resembling an urge in a long time...and to tell you the truth, it’s…not a bad feeling. A slight tingle, but… rather nice. Perhaps Melina was right to suggest this...I will tell her so, once I’ve made her my personal attendant. Now, run along to the pitch and tell them I am coming. The next phase is nigh.” Ognild’s dusky cheeks colored a bit, but she nodded. “Yes, chief...of course, chief…” She murmured, striding quickly and stiffly out of the throne room. Urza watched her go, a hand drifting to her abdomen as her grin melted into a gentle frown. She hadn’t expected to feel such pressure, so soon… But she mollified herself by thinking that if she felt this way, the young man-cub must be nearly ready to pop. ~~ Melina, Orla and Ghora approached the pitch again just as the sun was beginning to kiss the horizon. Melina’s gait was definitely somewhat stunted as all the liquid she’d drank had nearly all drained into her bladder. Urza approached as well with an equally stiff Ognild, who looked just as uncomfortable as Ghora did, though neither orc dared voice their struggles to wide company. Talgryn was waiting for them, hands folded behind her back. Both Ognild and Ghora strode over to her, debriefing her on their witness throughout the day. Melina swallowed, trying not to be discouraged by how calm the Chief looked as they both stepped onto the pitch. The young alchemist winced as a wave of pressure throbbed in her abdomen, but she did her best to power through it; she couldn’t let on how badly she already needed to go, not right now. With any luck, being stationary would negate the urge somewhat. Chief Urza, on the other hand, had now been without relief for almost two days, and it had taken a great deal of finesse not to betray how full she felt...A day was normally nothing, but the added mead last night, plus the ale and wine on top of that… But no, she musn’t let on that she was feeling some pressure. “Right, then…” Talgryn murmured, now addressing the two contestants. “Now that the initial drinking has finished, the real test of endurance begins. The two of you will remain here, in this pitch, till one of you gives out. We’ve provided stools, if you feel as though sitting will ease the pressure.” She murmured, gesturing to the two crude wooden stools propped up in the dirt. May the best win.” Orla gave Melina’s hand a squeeze before she stepped back, retreating with the others until there was no one left on the pitch but Melina, Urza, and their two new witnesses who relieved Ognild and Ghora. Both of them looked supremely uncomfortable and annoyed at their lot, unable to keep from rubbing their thighs together somewhat as they worked to keep tabs on the contest. Melina and Urza, on the other hand, looked to be of stronger will. Neither woman said a word...neither moved an inch. As the sun began disappearing behind the horizon, and the longer fingers of night began to creep over the compound, they both stood still, merely staring at one another. Melina felt like her stomach was cramping; her toes curled gently within their shoes, but she still kept herself constrained to only the slightest of movements...for now. Urza stood across from her, hips cocked, arms crossed, and her face stone. Truth be told, the pressure in her abdomen felt like it had nearly doubled since that morning...a strong, insistent tension in her abdomen that was as worrisome as it was inexplicable. Urza had been without a serious urge and lacking the means to attend to it for so long, the waves of pressure radiating through her core felt almost foreign. Yet despite her perturbingly rapid climb up the scale of discomfort, she remained still and steady on the outside. Melina was a lot less subtle...it seemed she was having a harder time maintaining an air of relaxation as she gently ground her arse down into her stool. She’d definitely surpassed the threshold she’d reached on her first night here, but still she kept still as possible, not wanting to be the first to really crack and show just how full she was. After a short while, though, the pressure simply became too great to conceal, and she was forced to sit upon the stool, subtly shifting back and forth upon it as she took a shuddering breath. Urza smirked at this, making Melina blush, but she reminded herself that the winner would be she who avoided peeing the longest, not she who looked the best doing it. Suddenly, there was a cry from across the way. All the present orc women turned just in time to see Urza’s witness stagger away, bald green head slick with sweat. No sooner had she cleared the pitch that she yanked down her trousers, getting them out of the way moments before her golden bounty spilled forward into the dirt. Urza grit her teeth as she heard the liquid spilling onto the ground… she wanted dearly to cover her ears, but she was not yet willing to give this little human the satisfaction After nearly 3 whole minutes, Ognild finally ran dry, and for a moment, there was naught but silence as she staggered to her feet, moved her clothes back into place, and gave the crowd one last look before disappearing once again. Talgryn huffed as she watched the orc woman shuffle off with somewhat damp trousers. “We cannot have wet dirt here, it is our easiest indicator for a penalty... We must pause the match. Melina, my liege, if you’ll both step out of the pitch...you…” She murmured, pointing to the still squirmy orc witness. “Help me get this situated.” ~~ Melina could barely walk. She was so bloated, so swollen with pee that every step was like a jackknife in the overfilled piss organ nestled between her trembling thighs. She could only hope and pray that the Chief was feeling similarly desperate or else this would- “Ngg...fuckin’ young pup…” A voice brought Melina out of her internal struggle. Blinking, she staggered forward a bit more, peering around the corner to see Malash and Khamina, both looking far more put together than anyone else in the camp. Malash looked cross, furiously rubbing a burly green arm. “Fuckin’ disgrace...” Khamina took the moment to smirk down at her guardmate. “Yeh alright there, Captain? Lookin’ kinda tense…” Malash scowled. “I’m fine.” She muttered, a bit too quickly. “Just...How’s that little man-cup not pissing yet? We had that whole feast for the Chief, and now we-” She stopped herself, glaring at the ground. Khamina’s smug expression deepened. “‘Smatter? Yeh wantin’ a piss too, hmm?” Malash’s head snapped up to glare at the smirking amazon. “Like hell I do. Little pup thinks she’s gonna see me gaggin’ for a pot, bollocks. I can go as long as I want.” Khamina smirked. “Yeah? Then why’re yeh shiftin’ about like a cornered rabbit?” Malash’s scowl deepened. “Shut it, Khamina, I’m not doin’ nuffin of th’ sort…” Khamina chuckled. “If’n yeh wanna keep torturin’ yerself, be my guest. If I were you, I’d just go ahead to the privy before I embarrassed meself… after all, they’re the ones doin’ the contest, not us. No need for you to hurt yerself playin’ pretend.” Malash blinks, her eyes narrowing as she glares up at Khamina. “And just what the fuck is that s’posed’ t’ mean?” Khamina shrugged. “Look, it’s obvious yer bustin’ for a piss, so...go take it. I’ll cover for yeh.” Malash’s face hardened. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t yeh? Grummsh, yeh really can’t stomach that I won that match, huh. Hurts your rock-hard pride, don’t it, that I beat the big bad Khamina at her own game.” Khamina’s smirk lessened. “Watch it…” She muttered, but Malash didn’t let up. “Why?” Malash sneered. “Y’know I’m right. Got to big for your britches, and I put yeh in your place...and you know it.” Khamina now turned to Malash with a full glare. “I’m warnin’ yeh…” Malash sniggered, grinning wickedly. “What’s the matter? Scared the new recruits’ll stop buyin’ your puffed-up bullshit and start listenin’ to a real Captain?” She smirked. Khamina’s fists balled up. “You shut the fuck up right now, you goose-stepping rot-tusk.” She hissed. Malash bared her teeth. “Make me, you cock-eyed piece of-” Malash’s words were cut off as Khamina lunged at her, pressing her mouth against hers with such force she felt a tooth cut into her bottom lip. Khamina’s powerful arms wrapped around Malash’s waist, roughly yanking her closer as she forced her tongue into Malash mouth, exploring every inch of it with wild ardor. Malash responded almost immediately in kind, throwing her arms around Khamina’s neck and forcing her own tongue back against the invading once, fencing with it as the two orcs furiously made out, slamming up against the guard post as they did. Melina could hardly believe what she was seeing; had she not been so frazzled by her own acute bladder pain, she’d have actually thought this was rather sweet...and more than a little titillating… She hurriedly ducked back behind the rampart, squeezing her legs together. She did not need the increased heart activity, not right now. She just had to hope that the pitch was cleaned up soon...and that Urza was hurting as much as she was. ~~~ The next couple hours were torture for the two contestants as Ognild’s gush seemed to trigger an immediate need for release in the rest of them. All around them they could hear warriors hurrying off to the privy, finding a secluded bush or tree, or even dropping trou right tere to let forth a gushing gout of piss. One such woman had actually leaned up against the side of the occupied privy, lifting up her leg as her pee sprayed from her in a sprinkling display that caught the light of the sun, mere feet away from Urza. Melina could tell the orcish chieftain was trying not to pay attention, but the subtle clench in her jaw told Melina all she needed to know. She was feeling it, and quite intensely, too, by the looks of it. The thought seemed to reinvigorate Melina, and she felt her urge recede somewhat as the flush of adrenaline pushed down her other bodily sensations. Hours passed, and still neither woman budged. They refused to even hold themselves, counting on their pelvic muscles as defense against the deluge straining each of their prodigious bladders...but it was clearly taking a toll. Melina was beside herself hardly able to stand up straight as she hobbled back and forth across the pitch, doing her best to continue with her work despite the searing pressure between her thighs. Her supple ass swung back and forth as she curtsied and hip-cocked from one side to the other, muttering to herself that she was doing this for her freedom. Despite all the pain, all the misery, the burning pressure...she had one thing Urza didn’t. Conviction. She knew that her future rested on this match, and so she would hold it, with every fiber of her being, until she simply could not even stand up anymore. Urza was still trying to prove she had more control than Melina, but anyone paying attention could see that she was struggling...her bladder poked out from beneath her furs with such presence that it partially obscured the thick legs crossing beneath it when she thought no one was looking, despite the fact that up till now she’d managed to confine herself to the occasional pelvic tense or change of stance. Melina felt time slip by her in hot, searing urinary agony...she’d never even imagined hoplding this much. It was as though she had a ball of fire in her abdomen, burning her from the inside out and threatening to turn her abdomen to ash. Every breath she took was sheer torment; it felt as though her bladder were crowding out the rest of her organs as it tried to expand as large as she demanded it to. Her mouth hung open with exertion, her eyes squeezed tight as every fiber of her being was dedicated to continuing to hold on for one more second...and another...and another… Suddenly, a strange sound registered in her ears, traveling to her desperation-addled brain. After a few moments, she recognized it as the sound of birds chirping. Opening her bleary eyes, Melina gazed up at a navy blue sky, getting lighter as forks of gold and scarlet began appearing over the horizon. It was dawn; she’d officially been holding her pee for an entire day and night. Across from her, Urza now looked to be in an even worse state, sat on the stool and back and forth. Her face was twisted up in agony as she fought with everything in her not to gush all over the ground, her rounded abdomen distended so heavily it looked as though she were pregnant…. But still, she refused to let go, even with over 48 hours of pee bearing down on her quavering orcish sphincter. “Hn-n...Y-your strength is formidable, man-cub” Urza hissed through gritted teeth, glaring across at Melina. “When you become my loveslave, you can take pride in knowing it was a battle well fought…” Melina took a shaky breath, clutching her abdomen as she rocked back and forth on the seat. “I-it’s not over yet…” She spat back hoarsely, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. Orcs had gathered to watch once more, staring in awe as their Chief shivered, squeezing her thighs together and banging a fist on her stool as she groaned through her pain. Both women were clearly on the verge of flooding their tunics, yet neither would concede...one could almost hear the sheer volume of liquid currently straining each bladder to its limits, and even further still. For a long while, there was nothing but the sound of sweaty bodies, human and orc alike writhing as they vainly fought the urge to obey their bodies’ desperate pleas to ease their overburdened bladders...and suddenly, there was a break. Urza’s thigh curled up in on itself, powerful muscles bulging beneath jade skin as she fought through a particularly hard spasm. However, it appeared that will and fortitude were not enough to stave off this particular wave, and with the bellow, Urza tore up her tunic and grabbed her quivering foot-long cock, squeezing the base as hard as she could to keep urine from entering her urethra. All who had gathered again to watch the match gasped...never before had their bottomless, sure-headed Chief demonstrated such a visible need to relieve herself, let alone resorted to such a crude, visceral means of containment. Urza’s entire muscled body trembled, her eyes fluttering and her muscles tensing as she fought tooth and nail for a few more seconds of control, even as beads of pee surged their way up past her tightly clenched dock and squirted out of her quivering glans. “Penalty on the Chief!” She gestured to one of the attending orcs, who stepped forward with a gourd for the Chief to drink from...the well-endowed sovereign snatched it angrily, tipping the contents up into her mouth before tossing the gourd away, her other hand joining its sister in pinching off the long green trembling piss cannon at the base. Even still, she was holding on. Having drank almost double what Melina had, and held for hours longer, the busty, burly warrior had a vice grip on her crotch, her muscles rippling in her arms as she held back a river’s worth of boiling piss with naught but her will. Despite her overwhelming, nigh-irresistible urge, the woman did not let go. The Kh’raven torture herself for the better part of an hour as she grabbed at her crotch, sat down, stood back up and grabbed again, pacing up and down the pitch and snorting like a wounded bull. Melina could hardly perceive any of it...her vision was blurry, her head tinged with sweat, she felt as though the pressure were making her delirious. She could feel every drop of her barely contained pee battering mercilessly down on her tender sphincter, held back only by the tiny sliver of will she kept mustering up. She was a single tree against a raging storm, and she could feel her roots about to give way. But before she could even birth her next thought, it happened. As if in slow motion, the lofty orc Chief’s woman’s thighs separated, and with a bellow, she half collapsed against the stool as her cock exploded with piss, gushing out with a force so strong it was as if someone had punctured the side of an overfull barrel of ale. The acrid foamy liquid arced into the air, catching the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon before falling down to earth. The Chief groaned again, forcing her member down and directing the stream groundward, where it hosed the dirt with such force it was actually cutting through it like a blade. The gathered orcs stood by as their revered monarch soaked the ground for all she was worth, growling in pleasured release. For several minutes, there was nothing but the noisy splatter of amazonian urine on dirt and a yowl of relief as the woman poured out what seemed to be a whole ocean’s worth of piss. That was the last straw for Melina, who barely managed to get her own trousers out of the way before her own torrent joined that of the Chief. For a moment, pee roped out of her, but relief eluded her. She was so full that she had to let out a whole few flagons full just to cross the threshold into bursting...but after a moment, a wave of euphoric release washed over her, making her legs buckle and forcing her to lean against one of the pitch posts for support. Her stream was a little less wide than the river flowing from the tip of the Chief’s trembling manhood, but it was no less powerful. Both streams echoed through the morning air, ringing in the day with what had to be the most ecstatic gushing pisses ever recorded in the annals of Kh’raven history. Despite Urza releasing first, their streams ended at roughly the same time...10 minutes for Urza, 8 for Melina. “It...appears we have a winner…” Talgryn murmured to the stunned crowd, looking across at all their dumbfounded faces. “Victory... goes to Melina.” The rest of the course turned to Urza as she staggered upright, still shaking from the relief she’d just had. Her eyes focused on Melina, her broad chest still heaving. There was no anger on her face...no spite, nor hatred, nor ire...nothing but relief, and pure, unadulterated disbelief. For a moment, silence. Then suddenly, a bevy of cheers went up from the gathered warriors, and immediately Melina was surrounded by a sea of roughhide-clad orc women clapping her on the back or on the shoulder, congratulating her on a job well done and boasting about how they always knew she could do it...a few bold lauders even got in some swats on her rear as everyone swarmed to get a piece of the human girl who’d bested their leader. Melina merely blinked as she was buffeted about...her abdomen felt numb, weightless...it was a strange sensation, even moreso than the flurry of foreign hands grabbing at her. Orla elbowed her way to the center of the frenzy, throwing her arms around Melina with an exclamation of glee. “I knew you could do it! I just knew it!” Melina staggered a bit from the force of the hug, but she wrapped her arms around the girl anyway with an exhilarated chuckle. “Thanks, Orla, you really-” “Bloody brilliant, humie!” Khamina exclaimed, laughing out loud as she slapped a dinner plate size hand on the smaller woman’s back. “Not bad for a wee little alchemist! Never seen the Chief piss so much in her life...yeh really are somethin’ special.” Melina was actually knocked forward by the blow, but she grinned up at the orc still flushed with the thrill of victory. Malash was the next, crossing her arms and glaring down at Melina. “I dunno how you did it…” She muttered. “But you really fuckin’ did it. Can’t say that ain’t impressive…” Melina merely smiled. “Thank you...Captain…” She murmured, holding out her hand for the orc woman to shake. Malash looked down at it apprehensively before taking hold and shaking the smaller girl’s hand. The surrounding women all laughed at the repartee...even the Chief uttered a gentle chuckle as she strode forward. “Yes...you’ve overcome insurmountable odds, young Melina…” The woman murmured, placing a hand on each of the younger woman’s shoulders. “It appears I...overestimated myself. A good leader knows when she’s made a mistake, and knows that her honor is more precious than her pride. You are free to go; say the word and I will have my guard escort you back to the human settlement.” “Ah, she can’t go, Chief, not till after the feast!” Khamina protested, to the assent of many of the orc women present. The Chief looked down, into Melina’s face. “What say you, Champion? The invitation is extended…” Melina smirked. “Sure, what’s another drink?” she chuckled, much to the delight of all the orcs present. Later that night, the mess hall was the fullest it had ever been, with every orc in the camp present drinking and feasting and making more merry than anyone had seen them...Even Orla was right there in the mix, laughing and waving around a flagon with wild abandon as her sisters-in-arms made sure it never ran dry. No one seemed to care that Khamina and Malash were sitting a little extra close together, and in all the hubbub, no one noticed them holding hands under the table, eliciting a smirk from Khamina and a blush from Malash. ~~ The next morning, Melina stood at the throne of the Chieftain, one last time. Orla and the guard were already at the gate, but the Chief had requested final words with the young alchemist. The Chief sat forward, leveling her gaze at Melina. “You have taught me many things, young one...about myself, and about this tribe. Perhaps...perhaps I can do things differently, while I am Chief.” Melina smiled. “Whatever you do, Chief, I’m confident the glory of the Kh’raven is safe in your hands. Urza nodded. The border of man is not far from here, young one...my guard will see you through. You’ll pardon me if I do not accompany you myself...Present company excluded, orcs still do not get on well with humans… besides, there’s mead to be drunk, and I must win back the confidence of my subjects.” She murmured with a chuckle, patting her abdomen. Melina looked round at all the gathered orcs, smirking before looking up at the Chief. “Certainly...but before I leave there’s something else I want to do first…” ~ Chief Urza clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to moan aloud as Melina’s hand slid up and down her behemoth member, expertly stroking the polished viridian scepter just like before. Melina’s other hand was wrapped around the Chief’s waist, gently teasing at the puffy lips of her dark dusky sex as her lips tugged on a great green nipple atop one of the Chief’s mountainous breasts. Melina quickened her pace, rubbing, stroking and sucking harder as the Chief began to convulse in pre-orgasm tension. A moment later, the stately orc woman erupted, shooting a thick gout of cum right against the ground out behind the mess hall, and at the same time, Melina felt a gush of girljuices against her fingers as Urza came from both sets of privates simultaneously. “Grummsh’s beard, I’m going to miss that…” The Chief breathed, chest heaving as she came down from her orgasm. Melina wiped her hands on the grass, giggling. “All you have to do is say the word, and I reckon you’ll have a line of lusty subjects ready to do all that and more…” The Chief chuckled breathlessly. “If they are even half as skilled as you, I just might…” She breathed. ~ Moments later, Melina was hurrying out to the gate to join Orla and the guard. “Where’ve you been?” Orla murmured as Melina jogged up to them. “We’ve been sitting here listening to Khamina and Malash argue forever… Why won’t they just kiss already?” “I heard that, milkweed…” Malash grumbled, though completely without her usual venom. “Let’s get goin’, sooner we get the Me- the man-cub back to Man’s Country the better.” Melina only smiled to herself, looking up at her orc companions as the perimeter guard was signaled to open the gate. Melina sighed gently, taking Orla’s hand and gently squeezing it as the party strode out of the gate, and Melina took her first step towards home. THE END TheDudeIV, Bismiris, ola93 and 5 others 6 2 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted July 30, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted July 30, 2021 That was a fantasmic story I loved each and every chapter Now I want a sequel lol Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted July 30, 2021 Share Posted July 30, 2021 (edited) ditto or a different story with the same setting but with elves or dragons or any other fantasy beings, also more lesbians and futas please, and please write about more people that secretly or outwardly like to hold their pee. Edited July 30, 2021 by warham1995 (see edit history) Ms. Tito 1 Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted July 30, 2021 Share Posted July 30, 2021 thanks for the great story. Quote Link to comment
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