Green in Bed

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8.

"There's a gift waiting for you in your chambers."

Tura almost jumped, startled by Garen's voice. She turned and saw the teenager standing just beside her, arms locked behind his back. The she-orc felt the lingering buzz of shock run down her back. How had the lad snuck up on her? She'd always been able to sense his approach before.

She took a moment to collect herself, settling her nerves before she spoke.

"A gift? How very kind of you, Master Garen." Tura hummed, turning to face the teenager. She slipped her feather duster under one arm, clasping her gloved hands together in front of her lap. A facade of coquettishness, one that she hoped would rile up her young noble lover before their meeting later that night.

A faint smile appeared on the teenager's face. He watched her for a moment with keen eyes. Something glimmered within them, more than just the candlelight. Tura saw confidence... andamusement. As if the lad knew something that no one else did.

Tura understood why. She'd been milking his balls dry for the last several weeks. Her "instruction" had taught him many, many ways for a man to enjoy a woman... and vice-versa. All under his parents' noses. It was no surprise that the young duke had begun strutting around the castle like a rooster as of late.

But there was something else, too. An aura of surety. It seemed to radiate from Garen, permeating the space around him. A calm, unshakeable sense that he was in charge. She'd seen it from him before, back when he first approached her with his carnal demands. Back then it was clear that the confidence was a front, a flimsy veneer to cover his insecurities. But now? Tura could see no breaks in this armor. Garen's new vigor was all too real.

The lad stepped closer, moving very blatantly into Tura's space. So bold were his steps that Tura almost found herself retreating from him. He remained some inches shorter than her, lean and wiry even under his layers of formal clothing. Tura shouldn't have been intimidated - and shewasn't. But when his smile turned into a smirk and cocksure pride lit up his eyes, the she-orc feltstunned.

"It's more for myself, truly. I want my plaything to look nice." He spoke with cool surety. His words came smooth and firm. There was a new strength to his voice now. And though his words shocked Tura further, she found them not at all unpleasant to hear.

Tura inhaled softly before speaking again.

"Is that right?" An edge creeped into her voice. Theplaythingremark had bristled her some. She lifted her chin, looking down her nose at the lad with the daring eyes. "Perhaps you left the gift in the wrong place, then. Seeing as I'm your tutor-"

"Tonight you'll be my plaything." Still smooth, still firm. But now his voice came sharp as well.

Tura blinked. Garen stood firm, unmoving, unyielding. The she-orc felt anger flare up within, thinking to shout and curse the boy down. But she thought better of it. She remained silent... and ignored the warmth that lingered in the pit of her belly.

Garen reached out and touched the white ribbon tied around her waist. For a short instant, Tura feared he'd pull on it and strip her bare right there in the castle foyer. Instead, Garen simply rubbed the fabric between his fingers. He gave her a friendly smile, his next words coming sweet and dangerous.

"Tonight, we're going to do something different." He told her, his eyes traveling down her body. "I'm going to take all that you've taught me. And I'm going to use it on you. You will be my plaything tonight, Miss Tura.And I want my plaything to look nice."

To her own shock, Tura nodded. She didn't so much as flinch when the human lad stood up on his toes to steal from her a chaste kiss.

"Come to my bedchamber after sundown. Wearing my gift, of course." He whispered against her lips. Then he pulled away, stepping back looking all proper and respectful - as if he hadn't just caused a wild stirring in Tura's gut.

With a smile of such complete confidence, Garen Corvas walked away, leaving Tura in stunned silence... and with more excitement than she was ever willing to admit.

- - -

Garen's gift turned out to be a gown of white silk.

Luxurious, clearly expensive, its fabric soft as sin andso very sheer.Long and flowing, it covered her shoulders down to her ankles - yet it hid awaynothing.

Tura took some time to observe herself in her bedroom mirror, drinking in the sight of herself wearing a garment that was likely worth her contract a dozen times over.

The fabric had the consistency of smoke, almost fading in the light. Beneath the silk, Tura could seegreen. Sweeping the fabric outward were her large breasts, plump and swaying as she turned, her dark nipples brushing against the thin material. A shelf of womanly flesh, turning the silk gown into a curtain holdingjust soover the rest of her body. Lower, she could see the lines of her tummy, firm and sensual and enticing all at the same time. Lower still came the width of her hips, flaring out deliciously. And between her legs, Tura could see the tuft of dark hair that hid away the treasure her young master truly desired.

She looked more like a whore or a concubine than she did a housekeeper.Perhaps it's fitting, thought the she-orc.I've spent almost as much time in Garen's bed than on my household duties.

Tura had stayed true to the young duke's commands. She had allowed him to enjoy her body, allowed him to gain experience with womanhood, in giving and receiving pleasure. She had even gone so far as to actively teach him the ways of the flesh, offering her knowledge and intimate instruction.

Now, as she swept silently through the dim halls of Castle Corvas, Tura could only wonder... maybe she had donetoogood a job.

Garen's sudden renewed confidence had put Tura on the backfoot. She knew how to deal with a boy full of bluster and false bravado. But what she saw in him earlier was very real. The very same nerve that spurred him to demand her body in the first place. Now it was back, stronger than before.

It had Tura's mind racing, wondering... what did that mean for her?

The she-orc came to Garen's bedroom door, feeling a taunting chill roll down her body. Her nipples hardened, poking out into the sheer silk. From the cold, she knew.Or because of him?

Tura didn't let herself think about that. She gave the door three faint knocks and waited.

The door slowly creaked open. Garen greeted her, wearing a faint but pleased smile... and nothing else.

Tura inhaled softly, taking in the sight. For the first time in weeks, she really looked at him. She studied the firmness of his lean body, the definition and tightness of his musculature. It had only been some weeks since they began their wicked relationship but it seemed to Tura that her young master had grown. In mind and spirit and nerve, if not in height.

"Miss Tura." He greeted her, so calm despite his nudity. He had the confidence only a true noble could have. "Please come in."

He pulled the door open wide, his eyes shining deviously as they raked over her silk-shrouded form.

Tura's heartbeat quickened, but she drew her eyes over him as well as she stepped inside. Her gaze dipped between his legs. She found him half-hard, his shaft bobbing slightly - his beating heart pumping it full of hot blood. Even his cock seemed bigger, Tura noted. And she had been the one to teach him how to really use it. Realization came quickly, like a striking viper. Tura had given Garen all the tools he needed to take back control.

Despite herself, Tura felt a tension deep inside. A yearning that bloomed hot. Being commanded, however irksome she felt it was,thrilledher. And by a teenage boy!

She moved into the bedchamber - the place that had been her domain for weeks while she tutored Garen in the ways of a woman's body. There before her was his bed. Red drapes hung from the posts now, deep warm burgundy that mirrored the couple's fiery passion on the mattress just beyond.

That was where she made Garen into a man. And tonight it would be where Garen would make her his woman.

Tura turned just in time to see the lad close shut the bedroom door. Then came the click of the lock. There would be no escape. Not until Garen was done with her.

The she-orc felt her body light up with anticipation, a wicked zeal thrumming just under her skin. Garen made his approach - Tura watched as his cock swayed between his legs. It was like she was seeing him for the first time. He may have been young - her young duke - but he was clearly aman. The proof was in his stride, full of purpose and hunger. It was in his eyes, orbs of blue so brilliant and sharp,desiringher.

Garen didn't waste time. He closed the distance quickly.

His first touch as her master was electric - his hand sliding around to the back of her neck as he pulled her in for a kiss. No warning, no hesitation. He was taking charge. Just as he learned.

Their lips met. No frantic desperation this time. He claimed her mouth with surety, with hunger. Tura sighed, drawing forth into his arms. Their mouths worked together, lips and tongues locked in a lurid dance. She moaned into his mouth.

In a twisted way, Tura felt a measure of pride. Garen was showing clear improvement from their first night together. The way he touched her through the silk dress, slow and deliberate in his groping. Feeling her body just right, putting perfect maddening pressure onto her soft, warm skin. He was showing patience, even as his free hand slid up to cup her breasts.

Tura let out another moan, shuddering as Garen's fingers teased at one of her nipples. He pinched her through the fabric, making her gasp. He kept his lips locked with hers, silencing her. He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His other hand dropped from her neck to paw at her buttocks. His fingers groped at her through the silk - she may as well have been wearing nothing at all, so intense were the sensations of his touch.

If this was what Garen had learned to do with his hands... Tura was eager to find out what he could do with his spear.

- - -

9.

Garen enjoyed the rush that came with taking control. It buzzed through his veins, humming pleasantly in his blood and in his bones. So too could he feel it in his cock, his length throbbing nicely between his legs. His whole body yearned to fuck. But Tura had taught him patience.

Carefully, tenderly, he took the silk gown by the straps and eased it down Tura's magnificent body. Weeks ago, Garen might have torn it away from her like some barbarian. That would have been stupid and wasteful - especially since he had spent so much damn gold on the garment. Weeks ago, Garen Corvas had been an ignorant boy. But Tura's touch - and her sweet cunt - had tempered him into something more refined.

Tonight, he was going to return the favor.

"Thank you for teaching me, Miss Tura." He spoke low and quiet, but the graciousness was there. Restrained excitement as well creeped into his words, especially as he eyed her bare breasts. "Your instruction... has been invaluable."

"The contract is binding. I could not deny you." The she-orc answered softly. She kept her arms down by her sides, almost demure. Uncommon for her kind... but Garen found it athrillingsight.

Garen's hands reached out, fingertips grazing over her slim waist. Her skin was warm, so warm, and delectably soft. Garen almost groaned; she felt so good to touch.

His hands rose. Up to her tits. Soft flesh graced his palms. He hefted them up, delighting in their weight. Tura breathed in, but remained still. It was hammered home then - Garen was without a doubt in control.

The teenager gave a short, incredulous laugh. Then he dipped his head down and took a large, dark nipple into his mouth. He sucked. The sharp gasp that came from Tura's lips was better than any music. No harp or lute could ever compare.

With his hands, Garen groped. With his lips, Garen caressed. With his tongue, Garen swirled and tasted. And Tura could only endure. The young duke groaned around the green tit in his mouth, savoring the taste - and all the little sounds and shifts of her body. The way she reacted to his touch, the way her body responded to him, was intoxicating. No less now than the first time. Womanhood was a drug and an elixir both.

Garen drew back for a moment, leaving the breast smeared with his spit. The nipple was hard, poking up at him, demanding for more attention. Instead, he pinched it softly. The way Tura shifted on her feet, sighing, pleased him greatly.

"Did you want to?" He asked her.

"Master?" Tura's eyes fluttered open, her full lips parting as he slowly rolled her wet nipple between his fingers. Garen's smile turned devious as his fingers applied just a little more pressure. He delighted in the tiny reactions on her face.

"Deny me. Did you want to?" He repeated. His fingers tugged slightly on the nipple, making Tura hiss. "Answer me."

"No, Master Garen. Never." Tura moaned, leaning forth into his touch.

Garen smirked as he studied her face. She was not lying.

He released her breast, letting the large green mound sway back onto her chest. He enjoyed the soft sigh that escaped her lips. The young duke felt a swell of pride and triumph within him. His cock throbbed even harder, almost painful now. His bodydemandedto fuck. This time, Garen gave in.

The teenager led his she-orc over to his bed. With a light shove to the small of her back, she was sent onto all fours. Her succulent ass swung into his view, full-moon cheeks of delicious green staring back at him. And between them, Garen could see the real treasure glistening with need, with arousal.

Catching her scent in the air almost drove Garen feral. But the young man kept control. Slapping his palms down onto Tura's rump drew a short squeal from her lips. It stoked the fire in his heart, now blazing through his chest. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands sliding forth to take her by the hips. His cock, long and hard and swollen, prodded against her soaking cunt. Tura let out a moan, heated and desperate. Just as he had been.

Garen Corvas smirked... and dipped inside. Slowly, he sank into her, a shiver racking his body as he felt his manhood slide into such perfect warmth. The heat, the tightness of her silken folds engulfed him, gripped him, sucking him in deep. The human noble grit his teeth, almost reeling from the exquisite sensation.

"Gods, your cunt is perfect..." Garen snarled, easing his hips forward until Tura's plump ass touched his waist. Then he urged himself even further, grinding his cock deeper until he was driven down to the root. "You're so tight..."

Beneath him, Tura squirmed, shuddering. A long, low moan poured from her lips. It was the sound of pleasure... and of conquest.

Then he started to fuck her. Garen huffed through his nose, working his body into a rhythm. The caress of Tura's tight, wet cunt was maddening, agonizing, but so deliciously perfect. Somehow, Garen was able to keep a level head.

He pumped his cock into her, every thrust picking up speed. Tura's moans came quicker, rising in pitch. Garen put his strength into his strokes, fucking her with power... but also with restraint. This was the final test. Was he a beast or was he a man? He wasn't just chasing his own pleasure, he reminded himself.

Garen wanted to hear Tura scream.

- - -

Tura had created a monster. A monster with a wonderful cock.

The she-orc bit back a shriek as the human struck deep, his manhood filling her so perfectly. Far from the desperate, careless thrusts of a novice youth, Garen was fucking her with measured, deliberate strokes. He wasn't just taking his own pleasure, he was reaching deep within... andrippingecstasy from her body.

She had turned the Corvas heir into the sort of man who broke women. And to her own shock, Tura was all too happy tobebroken.

A hard thrust pitched Tura forward, sending her face into the bed. She whined, feeling her body stretch around Garen's thick rod, his mighty spear. He was skewering her, putting her body on a spit and burning her from the inside out. She clutched at the sheets, crying out through grit teeth. She sent her buttocks colliding back against him, matching his thrusts with her own, desperate to take back some measure of control over her body. But it was in vain. She knew it. Garen knew it.

Tura's body belonged to him.

"Where did... all this strength... come from?" The she-orc found herself asking between gasps and moans. She turned her head, peering at the rutting teenager through the corner of her eye.

He seemed so tall then, his lean body glistening with sweat as he worked himself hard and fast into her sopping wet cunt. She could hear the sound of their bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin - her bubbly assquakingas he drove his cock down to the root.

She caught a beastly smile spreading across his youthful face, his eyes alight with lust, with hunger. He reached out with one hand, swiping her hair away from her back as he took her by the neck. He applied pressure, holding her head down to the sheets.

It was a show of dominance by someone years younger. Tura did not feel insulted. Nor did she feel shame. This was what they had both been working towards, hadn't they? For Garen to know how to handle a woman. And if her pupil was going to handle anyone, it might as well have beenher.

"I always had this strength..." Garen finally answered, slurring through huffs and grunts. He thrust deep and held, grinding his cock against her inner walls. White hot embers danced within Tura's core, tongues of flame lapping at her sex. Then he worked his hips in short, brutal thrusts. Tura's moaning rose into sharp cries as she felt his balls slap against her. "I just... needed to be shown... how touseit!"

The thrusts came faster. So did her cries - they turned to squeals as Garen's pace became relentless. He fucked her like a man possessed, claiming her pussy. Conquering her, just as his kind was known for. Tura had read her share of history books. Garen's folk, the race of man, were infamous around the realm. So lustful and lecherous that even the demonkin had learned to be wary. Human men fucked their way through the world, taking elf, orc, dwarf, or demon to bed. It didn't seem to matter, so long as they got their rocks off.

Tura's own people had learned well enough, humans didn't conquer only through sword and shield, but through spear and stones as well. Human-Orcish history was as sordid as it was bloody. More she-orcs taken as brides and concubines than anyone could count.

And now I'm one of them.

The thought drove Tura over the edge. With a wail of agony and delight, the she-orc felt her whole body come undone. Her cunt gripped Garen's cock tight as she came. And Tura camehard.

- - -

Garen felt like a king.

He watched his tutor writhe and shriek in ecstasy - pleasure brought about by his own manhood and his own dutiful efforts. It was like a dream, watching Miss Tura shudder and squirm on the bed, so undone and broken by the very skills she had taught to him.

Now, Garen was truly a man. More than that, he was now a conqueror. Just like his ancestors, knights and warlords of ages long past. His kin who slayed their enemies and took she-orc concubines as the spoils of war. There had been a Corvas who boasted a harem of green beauties. Garen liked the idea, that at one point his ancestral home had been echoing with the moans and pleasured cries of stolen orcish women.