Rhazien the Orc: Part One (rough draft)

Times are changing rapidly these days. The Ruby Empire is coming under attack from a Centaur and his hoard. You and your men have been protecting yourselves for decades now and this new threat has you all on edge.

You’re the leader of a tribe of elves that were displaced ages ago. Your mother had once been a queen, but she slept with a common knight and birthed you. She took you, her knight, and her most loyal of subjects into the mountains she you started your tribe. But more strife found its way to you in the form of an orc called Chrom. He wanted your mother, but your father wouldn’t let Chrom take her. The two fought, and while your father defeated and killed Chrom, the battle also took his life.

As a result, you and the son of Chrom, Rhazien, have held a blood feud with one another. You’ve fought countless times. Your tribe against his, always ending with no one feeling satisfied. Your hatred runs deep and even in death you’d doubt you’d find peace.

Rhazien, like his father, is a big and powerful figure. He wears the skulls and skins of the massive animals he’s killed. He wears the teeth of his enemies as trinkets in his hair. You know that if he had the chance, he’d use your bones to make a necklace for himself. His long hair is braided and you’ve longed for the day you could rip one straight from his scalp. You admire Rhazien for his brute strength and domineering figure alone. He could have all the veiny muscle he wanted, you’d still only admire him for that. You’re petite and small but you’re just as brutal and bloodthristy as Rhazien ever will be.

“Oh look, the elves have a sent a toddler to deal with me!” Rhazien taunted during one battle. “Do not think I will go easy on you because you’re in infant.”

“It is only a child who mocks their enemy based on their apperance. Trust me, I can sever the tendons in your ankle before you can even blink. Then you will be down to my level, Rhazien. Your insults will be meaningless.”

Rhaizen snorted and grinned. “Isn’t that cute! The toddler thinks it can talk.”

You threw yourself off your horse, attacking him and giving him the massive scar that goes all the way down the the left side of his face. Not that he hasn’t given you any scars. You have a deep one on your belly from where he slashes at you once. It always seems the two of you are even. Eye for an eye, scar for a scar, blood for blood. You can never quite seem to get the upper hand on one another.

But this news of the advancing armies of the centaur warlord has shaken you to your core, no more so than the letter you’ve received from Rhazien.

“My lady, what does it say?” Your right hand man asks.

You peel away the wax seal on the letter and scoff. “I haven’t even opened it yet. Why not go busy yourself with other things while I read?” You sit back and kicking your feet onto the top of your table.

Rhazien’s script is surprisingly legible, for an orc that is. For some reason that makes you more concerned than before. You read over his letter carefully, hoping to not miss anything.

“Our tribes have been at war for decades, but there is a bigger war coming to our backdoor. I have thought about this every which way I could, hoping to find a way to throw your bloody carcass at the centaur’s hooves. But none of them have ended well in my mind. All battles and fights end with both our tribes dying. I could care less about my own life, but it if the lives of my people I must ever concern myself with. As much as I hate to think it, I know you are the same way with your people. That is why I have reached out to you. Meet me, alone, and we can hash out our differences. If we fight we fight, but in the end we must agree to something. If Demir is headed for our mountains we won’t be left alive. If you agree to these terms meet me in the Corith Ruins at nightfall.”

You frown, reading over the letter again to try and make heads or tails of it. This is by far one of the strangest letters you’ve ever been sent. But it is strange only because you agree with Rhazien. You’ve weighed your options about how to handle this impending invasion, and nothing works. Your tribe is too small, and no matter how hard you’d fight, this centaur would always come out on top.

You decide to go to the Ruins that evening. Even if it meant you could get a few choice strikes on Rhazien alone.

“You can’t go alone, that’s insane!” Your second in command, Dahman, argues.

“If I perish, I perish,” you tell him. “But then that means there is no more blood feud between our tribes. If Rhazien kills me, then hell, throw him a massive feats congratulating him,” you say flippantly.

“My lady,” he argues.

“If I don’t return then you’re in charge Dahman,” you tell him. “You do what you feel is right.”

He grabs your arm. “My lady, please, listen to reason. No good will come of meeting him alone.”

You shake him off and slap him. “Don’t touch me,” you growl at him. “Have you no faith in me?” You snarl at him. “Have you not seen what I am capable of?” You shake your head. “You disappoint me Dahman,” you growl.

He scowls and stands straight. “It is as a man concerned for a woman that I forget myself,” he says. “I do not want that orc defiling you, my lady.”

You smirk. “Well now, isn’t that interesting?” You chrotle at the thought. “As if that giant green shit has even concerned such a thing. He doesn’t see me as a woman, he sees me as his enemy. There is no gender between the two of us..”

“You do not know how a man thinks, my lady,” Dahman murmurs. “Especially how orcs think.” He swallows and shakes his head.

You eyes him. “Go on then,” you wave your hand. “You seem like you have something to say, Dahman. Say it.”

He frowns. “I have heard how the orcs speak,” he murmurs. “I have heard them say they would put a high price on your...on your genitals and how they would pleasure themselves with it.”

You snort and let out a long guffaw that makes your belly sore. “Surely the orcs did not say ‘genitals’!” You snort. “Oh, oh, Dahman I needed that laugh.”

“My lady! I am serious! I do not want Rhazien to steal your honor!”

You slap him hard again, knocking him down to the ground. “My honor doesn’t come from my cunt, Dahman. Just as your honor doesn’t come from your asshole.” You glare at him. “And if there is one thing I can expect from Rhazien, it is that he is more of a man than most. He will not use such cowardly tactics to defeat me. Now get up,” you spit at him. “You’re making me fear what will become of us if I die tonight.”

You make your way to the ruins, following the cut path through the woods. The ruins were once the center of dryad activity centuries ago, but due to famine and wars, the dryads had to leave their woods. The ruins stood now as a colosseum, a place where differences were settled, or people just wanted to watch a good fight.

As you approach the ruins you see the torches have been lit, Rhazien is waiting on you. You step inside and see him sitting on the stones. He stands as you approach and he places his hands on his hips. He puffs out his hairy chest, trying to look bigger you suppose.

“I knew you’d come,” he growls.

“I figured you’d be stroking your dick,” you reply.

He grins. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You narrow your eyes on him. “I’ve come to fight you, Rhazien,” you growl. “So enough with the pleasantries. Name your choice of combat.”

He smirks. “Good. I didn’t want to talk either.” He drops his hands to his side. “We strip and fight naked as the gods intended. No weapons, no armor. Just bare fists and our own power.”

You frown at him.

“Oh, you can have one weapon,” he holds up a finger. “I’d feel bad if you didn’t.”

“Fucking scum,” you start ripping away your armor and clothes, tossing them aside until you’re standing bare before Rhazien.

He removes his armor as well, his leather’s and pelts. He then tosses you a dagger that lands at your feet. “That’s the same dagger my father used to stab your old man in the gut.” He smirks. “It seems fitting.”

You pick up the dagger and look it over then you glance up at him. You throw the dagger aside. “I don’t need it.”

He grins and lowers himself. “I usually don’t enjoy fighting children, but for you I’ll-” you throw yourself at him, tackling him the ground and pounding his face into the dirt.

He’s laughing as you strike him, grunting as you turn his head with a solid punch. He grabs you and throws you off. You scramble to gain footing on the soft dirt but you manage to evade his kick. You climb up on the rocks but he grabs your legs and throws you back down onto the ground.

He slams his foot down onto the center of your back and you cry out. He chuckles. “Should’ve taken the dagger, little one, you could have severed the tendons by now.” He lifts his foot and kicks you, sending you into the stones.

You grab a fistful of dirt and toss it into his face and we bends over to pick you up. He howls in pain and you tackle him again. You sit on his chest  and grab his wrists. He flings you over and you lock your legs around him. You knock his jaw and he slams your back down into the ground. You manage to push him up and over. The two of you are struggling and heaving, panting hard. You’re at a stalemate.

You feel excited and strange. The more effort you exert in trying to over power him, the more hot you feel. You’re extremely aroused and you love it and hate it at the same time. You also know that Rhazien is as hard as a rock. His cock has been poking at you and prodding you this entire time.

You push him down and feel his massive cock on his stomach. You move back, rubbing yourself against it. He stills and quiets for a moment, and just as you’re enjoying yourself he throws you down on the ground. He pins your arms behind you back and holds you in place.

“Fucker,” you snarl angrily at him.

He rubs his cock against your thighs and ass. “Bitch in heat,” he growls. His fingers rubs at your wetness and plunge inside you.

You cry out and heave, gasping in pleasure as his huge finger fills you.

“Dripping cunt,” he growls. “Did you get off on the idea of killing me?”

You thrust your hips back at him. “Says the bastard who is knuckle deep inside me.” You rear your leg back and kick him and break free, standing up and looking down at him. He stands up before you and you see how big and thick his cock is. You stare at it then up at him. You’re both breathing hard but not from the effort.

You both rush at one another, slamming into each other and falling to the ground. You struggle again, throwing each other and rolling. You grunt and moan and try to remain the dominant one. Rhazien slaps your ass and you cry out. You bite his nipple and he roars. You struggle and bite and slap and soon, you’re sitting on top. You glare at him and pant. You slowly ease back, taking his cock inside you.

“Fucking whore,” he growls, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Slut,” you hiss at him, reaching down and twisting his nipples hard.

He snarls and bucks his hips, thrusting himself so deep inside you it feels like he’s trying to rearrange your organs. You cry out loudly and claw your fingers down his chest.

“Oh fuck,” you wail and you start to bounce.

He chuckles as his giant hands roam your body. “This scar is mine,” he snarls, “this one is mine.”

“Only thing you’re good for is this dick!” You hiss at him as you ride him.

“I could say the same about you,” he snarls as he pinches your nipples. He bucks his hips again and nearly throws you off. How dare he feel so good? He sits up, dragging his tucks and sharp teeth on your hot, tortured skin. You feel his tongue as is laps at your flesh. He tugs and bites your breasts, pulling and shaking like a dog feasting on a steak.

You slap his head and pull his hair, yanking on his braids. “Goddamn beast.”

He smirks at you. “But look who's riding my cock.” He slaps your ass and you tremble in pleasure. “I’m going to send this cunt to hell,” he snarls. He throws you off and onto the ground again. He pins your arms back and arches your hips. You struggle but you let him slip back inside you. He slaps your ass again and digs his fingers hard into your thighs.

“I always knew you’d enjoy this,” he snarls.

You grunt and wheeze. “You...you fucking pig...did you get off imagining me....anh! Like this?”

He chuckles and drives hard inside you. You cry out your eyes roll to the back of your head. It shouldn’t feel this good and yet it does. He feels amazing inside you. You love when he slaps your ass or bites you. You love the pain with this overwhelming pleasure.

He pushes off you again and he flips you over. He pushes your legs back so your feet are near your ears. He pounds back down inside you and you watch his heated expression. He looks angry and powerful, fuck he actually looks sexy. You reach through your legs, grabbing his arms and clawing down them. He releases a leg and wraps his meaty paw around your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” he moans.

You bite your lip and smirk. “As if you don’t.”

He smashes his mouth with yours, biting your lips and sucking on your tongue. You moan together and you feel the coursing heat start to ravage it’s way through your blood. Your back arches off the ground and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The powerful sensation nearly knocks you unconscious and you choke on your own breath. Rhazien snarls and roars, pumping harder and harder into you even as his molten hot seed stuffs you full. He stays inside you, watching as his cum starts to dribble out.

You see stars in your eyes as you lay there. Your limbs are limp and you’re immobile. Rhazien lays on you, his heavy body not crushing but actually comforting. After a while he rolls off you and lays beside you. You both stay like that, gazing up at the sky through the ruins.

“Well,” he mutters.

You huff and bite your cheek.

“I uhm-” he clears his throat.

“Yeah-” you start then stop yourself.

Rhazien sits up and looks down at you. “Can we do this again?”

You sit up and glare at him. “Excuse me?”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” he snarls. “I’ve not felt anything so powerful in all my life.”

You glare at him but you are wordless. You did enjoy it, you did feel that power. It was raw and right.

“You fucking terrify me,” he whispers low. “And you turn me on.”

Your eyes widen. “You do have a good cock.”

He smirks and grabs you, kissing you hard and hungry. “I want you to have my horrifying children,” he snarls as he drags his teeth down your skin. “I want to fill you again.”

You cling to him, wrapping your arms around him as you bite his neck and shoulder. “Fucking beast.”

“I’ll fuck you,” he snarls in your ear. He then kisses your cheek and neck, showing a level of tenderness you’d never assumed he had. “I’ll fuck you raw even as you swell with my children.”

You push him away and stand up. “This is wrong,” you shake your head. “I hate you!”

“I hate you too,” he leans back. “But perhaps I love you as well.”

You glare at him as you feel his seed start to spill down your thigh from inside you. “What?” You scoff.

“How could I not love you?” He snarls. “As much as I want to rip you limb from limb I also want you, all of you.” He shakes his head and laughs. “I told you, you’re terrifying and sexy. You make me feel alive!” He stands up and comes towards you, he places his hands around your waist. “Tell me you don’t feel the same?”

You bite your lip and look aside. “No one compares,” you whisper. “You strength and power are...seductive,” you kiss his chest and lick the scratches your left on his skin. “I told myself I would never lay with a man unless they matched you.”

He smirks. “And have you?”

“Only once and it wasn’t worth it.” You grin up at him. “One more round before we go home?” You whisper.

He palms your rear. “I’m all yours until sunrise.”