Chapter 20: Taming the Orc’s Wild Passion

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Pyrriah – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith

Solja’s ram-dao slammed down at me, the two-handed sword flashed in the sunlight. The crowd cheered, roaring with hunger for my death. For blood to be spilled in this cruel and terrible place. I hissed and rolled to the side.

The sword buried into the sand, kicking up a spray of particles.

I rolled to my feet, feeling energized. My fires burned hot in me, fueling my limbs. I moved quicker and felt stronger as I whirled around. My hair flashed by, glowing bright red, shining with my power.

“What are you, red?” growled the troll. He stood over me, his woody body looking unharmed, the wounds I had dealt having regenerated.

“Pyrriah, twin sister of Kurtis and daughter of Las!” I growled.

“A demigoddess?” The troll slashed in hard blows. “You’ll still bleed!”

I danced back as the ram-dao hacked through the air before me. The hulk swung that blade so fast. He didn’t leave himself open. He wielded that blade like it were an extension of his tall and lanky body. I could only dodge and dance.

Merely a flame rippling in the wind.

My tulwar flashed out, the curved blade deflecting his thrusts, nudging them from impaling through my body. I had to find a way to hurt him. It wasn’t just how impossible it was to get inside his guard and hurt him.

He healed.

He was a troll.

If I didn’t have my flames burning hot in me, if I didn’t hear Lasla cheering me on from the stands, I would have given up. But nothing was ever lost. Nothing was ever hopeless. I just had to figure out how to take him down.

He slashed in at my right. I flowed to my left, glowing hair whipping behind me, only for his blade to change direction. A feint driving me right into position to be cut down by the hard slash now hurtling at where I stood.

Instincts blazed through me. I thrust my tulwar out before me, grabbing the back of the blade with my left hand. I held it braced before me, a rod that caught his sword. Sparks burst from our weapons. My tulwar flexed, on the verge of bending or snapping. My arms burned, bending at the elbows from the force of his blow. I slid back on the sands.

“How many times can you block blows like that before that little twig snaps?” Solja growled.

I grinned back at him, my resolve blazing inside of me, and roared, “For Kurtis!”

He slammed another blow at me. Solja slashes swept down in rapid succession.

I gasped at the speed. They came one after the other, hardly a pause between them. Even with my new found speed, he was faster. I dodged and danced. I whirled out of the way of the attacks, but they were pinning me. Anticipating how I moved more and more.

He was understanding how I fought and countering me.

The next slash hacked in at me with blurring speed. I gasped, unable to dodge it. I thrust up my tulwar again to block, bracing the back of my blade against my left hand. Would my blade hold. Fear swept through me as the sword slammed into my tulwar. Sparks flared. A notch appeared in my sword’s edge, the weapon damaged. He drew back and hacked in before I could retreat.

I was dead.

There was no way I would survive this. He would cut through my blade and my body.

Kurtis

The berserk Tharaka slammed her fist into my face. I groaned, lying on my back on the coliseum’s sands. I had thought I had her beaten, but then she unleashed her bloodlust. Her rage roared out of her. I groaned, my head throbbing from the impact.

She raised her fist again.

My brain ached. Blood trickled from a cut on my brow. If I didn’t get her off of me, she would kill me. Berserk, she had a massive increase to her strength and would feel no pain. I had no way of overpowering her.

Which I had to do. There was only one way to stop a berserk orc: let them fight everything until bloodloss or exhaustion overwhelmed them, or make them cum. Sex would turn that rage into a mad passion. It would be almost as dangerous fucking a berserk orc as fighting one.

But it was the only chance I had.

I thrust a powerful surge of lust into her. I was Las’s son. I could ignite desires and manipulate them in people. I rarely did it beyond giving a woman just a nudge to lose her inhibitions and fuck me hard.

I didn’t give Tharaka a nudge.

I punched her with pure lust.

Her next pummeling blow faltered. She arched back, roaring. Spittle flew from her pierced lips. Bones adorned her swarthy face. Her head tossed from side to side, her breasts heaving in her chainmail top. She grabbed her tits and ripped the armor off of them, roaring as the lust surged through her.

I bucked my waist, thrusting my crotch up into her, and rolled her off of me. I scrambled to my feet, my head ringing as her naked breasts heaved. She had bone pierced through both her fat nipples. She growled and then focused her eyes on me.

“BASTARD!” she roared, her anger stronger than the lust. It hadn’t even blunted her fury.

“Gods damn!” I cursed as she threw herself to her feet with her arms. She flew at me.

I raised my armored, left arm to block. She slammed her fist into my bracer. I groaned as she punched again and again, her swings wild and brutal. I moved my arm, lifting it up and down to parry her.

She dented the armor. The bracer, strong enough to block powerful sword strikes, deformed before the strength of her punch. Spittle flew from her as I retreated. I thrust more lust into the fury brimming in her.

Tharaka had a boundless sea of rage that festered in her. The choppy fury battered waves of anger against her mind. I swelled the lust in her, trying to form some sort of barrier to keep that black hatred from consuming her mind.

I just had to turn her on.

My shoulder joint throbbed from absorbing the impacts of her wild blows. She growled like a beast, her eyes wild. Spittle flew as I backpedaled. How much lust could her fury swallow? Did I have enough power to awaken her lust for me?

If I couldn’t she would rip me apart.

Pyrriah

“KURTIS!” I screamed as death hurtled down at me.

My world burst into fire.

Flames erupted around me. The fire swept down my arms and then engulfed my weapon. Solja’s sword slammed into my burning sword. I tensed, expecting the snap of the metal and then the ram-dao cutting me in half.

My sword held.

“Illth’s poxed cum!” snarled Solja. He stepped back as fire burned over my body.

I shuddered, staring at my sword. The flames went out. The sword was whole. The nick had vanished. I stared at it in shock. I didn’t understand what I had just done. Where had all that power come from? The flames had blazed over my body but I hadn’t burned.

“Las, what did you give me?” I whispered.

Movement drew my eye.

I looked up and gasped. The ram-dao thrust right at my gut. I had lowered my guard and left myself open to death.

Kurtis

I threw off my damaged bracer as I faced her. I had to get through to her or she would kill me.

As she swung her fist, howling in mindless fury, I gathered a huge blast of lust. A desperate thrust of passion that I plunged into her soul. I had to get through to her. I had to awaken her passion for once. I had to get through to her.

The lust slammed into her rage and wasn’t swallowed.

“Yes!” I hissed.

Her fist slammed into my chest.

Air burst from my lungs. My feet left the ground. I groaned and struck the sand, wheezing. Pain radiated over my rib cage. Tharaka snarled as she threw herself on me. She straddled me, her eyes blazing with furious passion.

I had awakened desire in her, but her lust and violence had wrapped about each other. Instead of her desire being a barrier to her rage, it had united with her fury. She growled at me, her large breast heaving.

I couldn’t tell if she wanted to fuck me or kill me.

Or both.

Pyrriah

A burst of fire-enhanced speed exploded out of me. Flames licking over my body, I dove to the right. The sword slashed past me, missing me by a few fingers width. I hit the sand and rolled. I rose to my feet, the flames burning down my arms to my sword.

The fires reflected in his eyes. He stared at me, his chest rising and falling. I rose and stared at him. And then something clicked. He had a wary look. He had retreated when I first burst into flames, and now he looked equally as cautious, his reckless attacks gone.

Why?

Then it clicked in my mind. Realization burned across my thoughts.

Fire could hurt him. I didn’t know why, maybe because he looked to be made of animated wood. Suddenly, I had a weapon. A way to hurt him. Even kill him. I focused on the fire that burned through me, keeping it burning up my blade.

“You can’t regenerate from fire, can you?” I asked, his eyes fixed on my sword.

“Believe what you want,” he growled.

I slashed at him. His ram-dao parried it.

“No, no, you can’t,” I said with such certainty. “Fire’s the one thing you can’t regenerate.”

He growled and swung at me, but it lacked that wild, brutish force. I flicked the blade aside and darted in, looking to close the distance, but his reach was too long. He slashed the air before me, driving me back.

“Why do you want to be the ambassador so badly?” I asked as I faced him. “You have to overcome my fire to get it. And trolls hate fires.” Stories from my youth, told by my dragon-mother, came back to me. Trolls did despise fire. It was the only way to kill them.

Did Mother know that I had this fire? Does she understand what I am?

“You’re going to burn, Solja,” I said. “Is that worth being an ambassador to the snakes?”

“Yes!” he snarled.

“Why?” I demanded and darted in for an attack.

He drove me back as he snarled, “Vengeance!”

His previous recklessness had returned, swinging at me, driving me back. I had the fire, the way to hurt him, but his attacks were furious. It was all I could do, the flames blazing hot through me and over my skin, to keep from that massive sword cutting me in half.

It didn’t matter at all that I could hurt him if I couldn’t reach him. His energy appeared inexhaustible. How long could my flames burn? I was relying on a power I didn’t understand at all. One mistake, and I would die.

I’d never see my daughters again. My nieces. I’d never hold Lasla and Kurtis in my arms.

The blade slashed down at me, almost cutting through my body. Fear tightened in me as the flames burned hotter. How could I win?

Kurtis

Tharaka snarled at me. Was this it? Would she kill me? Fuck me.

I slashed my sword at her, not willing to take that chance. Better to kill her than to die.

She grabbed my wrist and squeezed. I gasped as pain burst through my tendons. My sword fell from my limp fingers. Her furious eyes stared down at me. Lust and rage roiled through her, twisting and twining about each other. I couldn’t tell where one began and ended.

She lifted herself and thrust her left hand down between her thighs, her chainmail skirt rattling. She ripped mine up and grabbed my cock in her hand. I gasped at the surprising softness of her fingers around my dick, the feminine touch of the berserk orc.

Tharaka’s tits heaved over me as she raised herself and pointed my cock upward. I throbbed hard, always ready to fuck. I had her. I could see it in her eyes. She snarled and impaled her cunt down my cock.

Before the entire city of Ankush, the citizens roaring in the stands, she plunged her twat down my dick and took me to the hilt in her juicy snatch. I groaned, savoring that wonderful pussy squeezing about my dick. She felt awesome around me. I groaned, my back arching. Pleasure surged over me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. You like that, don’t you? You like my big dick in your pussy.”

She snarled like a wild beast and draped herself over me. Her big tits piled into my chest, pierced nipples rubbing across my oiled muscles. Her pussy worked up and down my cock. I grabbed her ass, squeezing.

She bit my shoulder.

I howled in pain as her teeth dug into my flesh. She growled as she did, working her cunt up and down my cock. The agony shot down to my shaft. This fury built in me. This angry lust, this mad passion, roared inside of my soul.

“Gods damn bitch!” I growled and rolled her over.

Her teeth spilled from my shoulder. My blood matted her lips. Her pussy clenched down on me. I drew back my cock and slammed into her pussy. I thrust to the depths of the orc’s cunt. She moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what you get!” I snarled, hammering her cunt hard. My balls smacked into her flesh. “Want to bite me like an animal? Then I’ll fuck you like a bitch!”

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled and grabbed me. Her fingernails dug into my back. She clawed at me. “Fuck me! Pound me! Show me strength!”

“Las’s big dick, I’ll pound your cunt until you can’t walk for a month!” I snarled, the words not making sense as they tumbled out of my mouth. I slammed into her, my balls smacking into her taint while her fingers clawed my back.

The burning pain of her fingernails tearing across my back only spurred me on.

I thrust into her hard and fast. She stared up at me, her eyes full of rage and lust. She squeezed her thighs about me, holding me tight. I groaned, slamming into her juicy cunt, my balls smacking into her taint.

The crowd roared. They watched me fuck the orc hard. Her nipples rubbed into my chest, both nubs pierced by bone. I struggled to read her lusts. The anger was too wrapped around in her passion for me to follow it.

I had to overwhelm that anger with pleasure.

I pushed up on my left elbow. My right hand grabbed her large, ripe breast. I squeezed her tit as I drove my cock into her pussy. Tharaka moaned as my fingers dug into her tit. I shook her boob, the rod of bone thrusting through her nipple drawing my attention.

“You want to cum, don’t you, Tharaka,” I growled. “You want to explode on my dick!”

“Do you have the strength to survive long enough to make me cum?” she growled, her thighs squeezing about me, her eyes mad with rage. “You’re weak!”

I groaned at the strength of her thighs. My hips creaked. Her fingernails raked more wounds across my back. I drank in the pain. It was another form of pleasure. Another experience to enjoy. I thrust hard into her, slamming into her cunt.

I grabbed her pierced nipple and twisted it.

She gasped as I twerked her nub around. Her pussy clamped down on her. Pain flared through her, mixing into the lust. She moaned in delight, her passion building and building. I grinned at her as I rammed my cock into her cunt.

“That’s what you want!” I growled, twisting her nipple in the other direction.

I abused her little nub. She snarled like a beast in heat. Her big tits jiggled from the impact of my thrusts, her pussy squeezing around my dick. Tharaka’s pussy clamped down hard, holding me with all her force. All her passion.

I grinned at her, knowing that I had her. I just had to survive her crushing embrace. I could make her cum. The orc beauty would explode on my dick. Her pussy would go wild around my cock. It would be incredible.

I pumped away at her. I slammed into her cunt as I rose further. Her fingernails clawed down my sides as I sat up, her legs about my waist. I twisted her nipple with my right hand while my left went down to her chainmail skirt.

I found the buckler and opened it, exposing her shaved bush. The fingers of my left hand slid into her thick curls as I thrust my cock hard into her cunt. The crowd roared. They cheered us one, watching me fuck their champion like a whore.

I found her clit.

Pinched it.

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled as I abused her sensitive nub.

Her passion swelled. Desire attacked her rage. The lust won. Her fury drowned beneath the growing tide of her pleasure. I twisted her nipple. Pinched her clit. She gasped, her cunt clamping down hard on my cock as I thrust it into her pussy.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” she snarled. “Yes! Fuck me!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. Her hot flesh writhed and spasmed, that delight rippling about my shaft. I buried into hers, savoring her pleasure spilling over me. The fury vanished from her face. Now it all a woman’s passion.

“Your dick!” she moaned. “Your dick has defeated me! Yes, yes, yes, cum in me! Spurt your seed into my pussy, warrior!”

I grinned and slammed to the hilt in her cunt, her hot flesh convulsing around me. That wonderful, massaging delight of her pussy swelled the ache at the tip of my dick. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.

“Las’s big cock!”

I fired my cum into Tharaka’s pussy.

Her cunt spasmed harder around my dick. She moaned, her back arching. Her swarthy tits heaved and bounced together. Her pierced face twisted with rapture. I growled, dumping my cum into the orc’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned.

Her flesh milked me. She worked out my fertile seed into her pussy. I bred her, completing my defeat of her. I had bested her, showering her in my cum. Pleasure slammed into my mind, drowning out the fire burning in my back and the throbbing bite to my shoulder.

I had won.

I had tamed Tharaka!

“Yes!” I growled and turned my head to see Pyrriah’s fight.

Pyrriah

I danced about Solja. I flowed from fighting stance to fighting stance, looking for my opening. I would find it. I would ram my burning sword into him. I just had to uncover the right opening, act at the perfect moment. I had to be patient. There was no other choice.

The crowd roared louder and louder. They were excited. Did they think I would die? Had Kurtis won his battle? Lost?

I couldn’t let my focus fade. I had to keep it on his sword and—

He slashed at me and I flowed into his guard. I was inside of him and thrust my sword into his belly. I plunged my tulwar deep. Flames burned up his body. His woody skin charred, but he didn’t even flinch.

His elbow slammed into my head.

I stumbled back, my sword almost yanked out of my grasp and left behind in his body. Stars danced before my eyes. I shook my head.

His sword slashed at me as he roared, “I have been forged into the naga’s crucible! I have faced fire!”

I jumped back, worry rippling through me. If flames didn’t cause him pain, how could I burn him long enough to do real damage? His flesh had still charred from the flames but he fought on despite the wound that wasn’t healing. He slashed at me, driving me back.

There had to be a way to beat him.

Kurtis

Tharaka panted as she held me. “You tamed me.”

“I did,” I panted, looking around for my sister. I spotted her blazing as she retreated from Solja’s sword strokes. Their fight was still going on and it didn’t look good for my sister. She was dancing, barely avoiding any blows. “Gods damn, we have to stop it.”

I tried to stand up, but her thighs gripped me.

“You lost!” I growled. “Don’t interfere.”

She stared up at me. “Only one man has ever stopped my rage this way. My brother. You’re better at sex, but fighting ... You will die. So will she. What a pity.”

Fury surged through me. I had to do something. I couldn’t let my twin sister die. I would save her life. I would win this match.

Pyrriah

My strength flagged with every step. Every dodge.

I couldn’t keep this up for much longer. My flames were guttering out. I pressed towards the limits of my body. He hadn’t even come close to his. He looked unstoppable. A force of nature more than a living creature.

I had to distract him. Disrupt him. Do something to knock him off-balance.

He slashed at me. I knocked the sword away and retreated, barely making it to safety. He recovered for his next attack. I blurted out, “What did the nagas do to you?”

“They hammered me into a weapon,” he growled. “They forged me into a weapon. They had hoped to use me, but I broke free!”