This choice: A seven foot adult woman. • Go Back...Chapter #4A seven foot adult Orc woman. by: Unknown Like all Orc women you were well muscled and a slightly darker shade of green, a hulking mass that towered over even most of the elves you had faced. You were rather sexy and were not one to be modest about it (few orcs were). You had a full set of curves to accompany your muscles and you had the strong jawline to match your cute dimpled cheeks. You had what for your size were only C cup breasts, but compared to a human, elf, or dwarf they were downright huge. Unlike most orcs though you had a ponytail reaching down to the small of your back. Most Orc cut there hair short so it wouldn't be a hindrance in battle, but you were confident enough in your skill as a warrior that you thought it wouldn't be a problem.
Currently you were in the combat arena fighting a bout of honor against one of your fellow female warriors. During your last raid you got a LITTLE careless while storming a set of dwarven mines. They laid traps that in your hormone induced battle rage you walked right in to. The traps, designed for bears, severed both of your feet just above the ankle, meaning that you had to fight the remainder of the battle embarrassingly hobbling around on your stumps. Afterward you stopped the bleeding with your magic, making the stumps into smooth green skin, but before you cast the spell to regenerate your lost feet you caught this bitch making a sassy remark. She claimed that you were getting soft, and that you were unlikely to get through the next battle. Naturally you challenged her to a duel, and on a dare you claimed that you could beat her without your feet!
She accepted, and as she was the defender she chose the weapons. She decided to make the fight with only daggers. So far the two of you were at a stalemate, your naked bodies covered in a layer of mud from rolling around on the ground. Fighting in the mud of the sparring arena made your lack of feet practically a non issue, as your stumps sunk in the mud giving you just as much stability and equal maneuverability to your adversary, though the sensation of the tender flesh of your stumps sloshing around in the soft dirt was a little distracting. She took another swing at you but you managed to duck under it, delivering a heavy counter punch to her left breast. She grabbed at it as the pain registered, using her knife wielding hand to try and swat you away but it was of no use. The blade of your weapon slammed into her gut and she again sank into the mud, her bare ass splashing as she resisted the urge to double over.
You brought up one of your footless legs and delivered a kick to her teeth, but as you did so she brought her knife up into your calf and pulled you down with her. You grunted with pain as she rapidly got up and straddled you, her warm and lightly haired pussy pressing against your stomach. Despite being in the heat of battle you couldn't help but notice just how wet she was, her lips spread wide and pressed against your body you felt her fluids drip onto your skin. It was a little mesmerizing, and felt very nice while you were lying under her.
You barely react in time as she plunges her knife at your neck, catching it by the hand guard with your own weapon just a hair's length from your throat. She grimaces and tries to force her blade past your defense but you are unyielding. You realize that you still have a free hand, and decide to cause a little distraction. Reaching up you slip your free hand past your left boob and force it directly into her snatch, your fingers grinding against her clitoris causing her to gasp in shock. You begin fingering her, smiling wryly as her face reddens and she starts losing her grip on her knife. You can tell that she is about to lose it in more than one way when a shock wave rolls through your body, staring from your crotch. She's moved her hand behind her back and is now fingering you as well, her tender yet strong fingers rolling over the lips of your labia. You start panting, fingering her harder, which in turn causes her to hasten as well. For nearly three minutes you lock eyes, a fire glowing in hers that you're sure you're returning. You're about reach climax out here in the mud and judging by the way she's shaking she's also about to blow. Then...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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