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OOC: This is a story about a frustrated, late-blooming orc warrior's coming of age. In Ohrgrik's tribe, a male warrior is not considered to have officially reached adulthood until he has mated with a woman. Because his father was dishonored (long story to be told later), no orc female wants Ohrgrik. In the few raids his tribe has managed to carry out, the handful of female prisoners have all gone to other, more favorably-regarded warriors. Physically, Ohrgrik is a healthy male specimen, standing three inches shy of seven feet, arms as big around as many humans' legs.
If Ohrgrik fails to mate by the next full moon, he will become a klishkith. Conveying the degree of dishonor that would entail is difficult to do in mere English; only the rough nuances of the orcish tongue will suffice to plumb the depths of the terrible, utter humiliation involved. "Lower than dirt on the bottom of a peasant's sandal" is about as close as one can get. For starters, Ohrgrik entering the ranks of the klishkith would entail emasculation by the high priest...
The moon is now gibbous, a tad better than three-quarters full, and waxing. "Performance anxiety" doesn't even start to cover the bowel-loosening fear now gripping Ohrgrik. But fortunately for him, his moment of salvation may well be at hand--that's where your character comes in. You will play a human maiden who happens upon Ohrgrik when he is...well, I'll let you read on. As you probably realize, once this orc warrior discovers your character, consent by said character will not be a factor in Ohrgrik's taking her...Ohrgrik is an orc after all, so at least the first coupling may be rather rough.
But this is an open-ended story, and the possibility of a semi-consensual or even romantic relationship developing is there. Perhaps your character can be...persuaded...to lead Ohrgrik to other women, and let him return to the tribe with more than one concubine. Or, Ohrgrik may introduce other orcs to your maiden. Either way, his status would increase, and he is not without ability to show mercy and gratitude to those humans who help him while remembering their place...
On to the story:
Ohrgrik sat on the rock, looking out over the lake. The sun had risen about an hour ago, and its orange-yellow light lit up the treetops. The air was still cool, but the day had dawned clear, so by afternoon the late-summer heat would be manifest. Out over the lake, a gibbous moon was about to duck below the treetops, fully surrendering the sky to the rising sun. Once the moon got full...
Ohrgrik tried not to think about that.
The orc carried with him a pack, with two knives at his belt, a waterskin, and some twine. Considered an immature male (despite all biological and chronological indication to the contrary), Ohrgrik was not allowed to carry any weapon longer than his arm from elbow to wrist. And right now, those biological indications tugged at him with a tidal force, like the lethal moon in the sky that counted down the days to his destruction.
As Ohrgrik pondered his situation, the moon drifted down behind the trees. Once the hated orb was gone, he could think. But first...
His clawed hand reached down inside his loincloth, seizing his firmed but not fully engorged orc-cock. He hated this--no, loathed having to pleasure himself in this degrading manner. Fear and loathing, that another orc warrior, an adult, might witness him.
"Aer als homdta! Nei klishkin, nei!" The orcish growl was rather louder than Ohrgrik intended, and roughly translated to "I AM a warrior, I refuse to be disgraced, I refuse!" Seizing his manhood, he stroked himself, imagining the plunder he would have as a full warrior, the life he was determined to have. Damn his father!
Then he heard a noise...
If Ohrgrik fails to mate by the next full moon, he will become a klishkith. Conveying the degree of dishonor that would entail is difficult to do in mere English; only the rough nuances of the orcish tongue will suffice to plumb the depths of the terrible, utter humiliation involved. "Lower than dirt on the bottom of a peasant's sandal" is about as close as one can get. For starters, Ohrgrik entering the ranks of the klishkith would entail emasculation by the high priest...
The moon is now gibbous, a tad better than three-quarters full, and waxing. "Performance anxiety" doesn't even start to cover the bowel-loosening fear now gripping Ohrgrik. But fortunately for him, his moment of salvation may well be at hand--that's where your character comes in. You will play a human maiden who happens upon Ohrgrik when he is...well, I'll let you read on. As you probably realize, once this orc warrior discovers your character, consent by said character will not be a factor in Ohrgrik's taking her...Ohrgrik is an orc after all, so at least the first coupling may be rather rough.
But this is an open-ended story, and the possibility of a semi-consensual or even romantic relationship developing is there. Perhaps your character can be...persuaded...to lead Ohrgrik to other women, and let him return to the tribe with more than one concubine. Or, Ohrgrik may introduce other orcs to your maiden. Either way, his status would increase, and he is not without ability to show mercy and gratitude to those humans who help him while remembering their place...
On to the story:
Ohrgrik sat on the rock, looking out over the lake. The sun had risen about an hour ago, and its orange-yellow light lit up the treetops. The air was still cool, but the day had dawned clear, so by afternoon the late-summer heat would be manifest. Out over the lake, a gibbous moon was about to duck below the treetops, fully surrendering the sky to the rising sun. Once the moon got full...
Ohrgrik tried not to think about that.
The orc carried with him a pack, with two knives at his belt, a waterskin, and some twine. Considered an immature male (despite all biological and chronological indication to the contrary), Ohrgrik was not allowed to carry any weapon longer than his arm from elbow to wrist. And right now, those biological indications tugged at him with a tidal force, like the lethal moon in the sky that counted down the days to his destruction.
As Ohrgrik pondered his situation, the moon drifted down behind the trees. Once the hated orb was gone, he could think. But first...
His clawed hand reached down inside his loincloth, seizing his firmed but not fully engorged orc-cock. He hated this--no, loathed having to pleasure himself in this degrading manner. Fear and loathing, that another orc warrior, an adult, might witness him.
"Aer als homdta! Nei klishkin, nei!" The orcish growl was rather louder than Ohrgrik intended, and roughly translated to "I AM a warrior, I refuse to be disgraced, I refuse!" Seizing his manhood, he stroked himself, imagining the plunder he would have as a full warrior, the life he was determined to have. Damn his father!
Then he heard a noise...
