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In His Thrall - Chapter 2

The sun rose, waking Ben up as the light filtered in through the trees.

He found himself intertwined with Thrall, his half orc traveling companion. They were spiraled out on furs in front of the fire they had kept burning through the night. The orc's leg was cast over Ben's leg and the man-beast's six inches of soft cock rested on his thigh. Ben woke with morning wood and his own piece was sticking up.

Ben reached down and caressed Thrall's soft cock, and rolled back the half man's foreskin. Thrall's cock head was a lighter green than the skin of his penis, which in turn was darker than the smooth skin of his body. slipping out from under Thrall's leg Ben reoriented himself with his face near the half orc's cock. He licked the half orcs exposed head and found he had much the same muted tasted he had experienced running his tongue on human cocks. The long shaft began to harden in his mouth as he explored Thralls cock with his tongue.

Without warning he felt the warm hot mouth of the half orc envelope his stiff morning shaft to the hilt- Thrall's enlarged lower canines pressing into his legs. Ben let out a deep moan at the sensation of feeling his own cock head press on the back of the half orc's throat.

Thrall began to thrust, his massive ten inches getting shoved down Ben's throat, his exposed head snaking down and making Ben's neck budge with each pump forward. Thrall fucked Ben's face till the human let out a plaintive moan, begging for air.

Thrall pulled out of the humans throat and left the man's cock fall out of his own mouth, giving out a frustrated growl and gripping Ben's white ass.

"Gods Ben, if only you didn't have to breathe."

"If only" Ben coughed and chuckled, jerking Thrall's huge cock, the green hood pushing back over Thrall's cock head.

"That was different." Thrall sighed, "My hood doesn't go back on its own normally. Feeling my exposed head in you felt so good it almost hurt."

"Can't get it back again when your already hard." Ben said pulling back on Thrall's cock.

"That's fine, just suck me again. I want to slip down your throat."

Ben didn't need anymore encouraging. He deep throated the long half orc cock and felt Thrall begin sucking on Ben's own member. A minute of the companions sucking one another in the sixty nine position brought Ben to his climax, and he moaned as he bobbed up and down on Thrall's cock.

Thrall felt the first hot spurts of human cum shooting into his mouth, and aggressively swallowed it down, his rough tongue lapping and Ben's pulsing cock. The half orc plowed into Ben's throat as the man moaned and writhed with pleasure, his hairy body rubbing against Thrall's smooth skin.

Ben worked on Thrall for another ten minutes before the orc began whimpering, gripping Ben harder and harder. The human continued tonguing the half orcs head, swallowing his constant out pouring of thick pre-cum until he got the real thing. With another loin like roar Thrall orgasmed, violently thrusting into his human friend's mouth. Ben couldn't keep up and it overflowed past his lips as much as it shot down his throat. The human was left choking and breathless by the time the half orc finished shooting in him.

The companions fell back and laid side by side, the half-orcs massive bicep under Ben's head.

"What do you say we postpone our journey and stay here another day?" Thrall asked.

"Sounds perfect." Ben said with a half smile.

After a short while of rest they went about resetting up the camp. Ben gathering firewood and refilling their flask with water while Thrall reset the traps and snares he set up the night before.

When Ben returned to the fire he saw Thrall had a rabbit roasting on a spit above it. The half orc had remained naked during the chores and his massive green member hung between his legs.

"Well thats a sight I don't see getting tired of." Ben said as he returned.

Thrall grinned, his large lower canines flashing, and sat down on the his furs that were laid out. Ben sat down beside him and the half orc wrapped his arm around the human, rubbing his hairy chest.

"It is rare for your kind to have fur of this red color yes?" Thrall asked as he ran his fingers through Ben's chest hair.

"Fairly so" Ben said laughing a bit as he leaned on the firm body of the orc, "We usually call it body hair though."

"Looks like fur to me." Thrall said. "Do you prefer your mates to be furred as well?"

"Usually. Being with someone different than you is always fun too. I like your body, your chest looks good without hair."

"Well it's good you like different, we're not very alike after all. Frankly I'm surprised you were attracted to me."

"There are lots of reasons to want to be taken by you Thrall. But to be honest I've always had varied taste. My first time was a bit atypical and I think it steamed from there."

"Atypical in what way?" Thrall asked.

Ben smiled at the opportunity to tell a story. As a bard he couldn't resit an opportunity to entertain and he felt he had a pretty receptive audience with Thrall.

"It'll take a minute to explain the whole thing. Want me to tell it all the same?"

"Go for it," Thrall said leaning back, legs sprawled out and his arms propping himself up. "The roast will take a while longer anyways."

"It was the week after my eighteenth name day and I was going to the city of whitewall to begin a carpenters apprenticeship my father had arranged for me. It was north of my village and about a months travel and most of it was through the Aldwoods. You have probably heard the stories about it- that people would sometimes claim to have been in there for years when only a week would pass outside the forrest or that there were creatures there from the Faerealm that would trick people into getting lost.

"Wether you've heard them or not I can confirm they are true, I found out from experience my second week through the forrest. I was young then and far less experienced. I had assumed that since I'd seen no one on the road and that bandits always avoided the Aldwoods I could camp on the road.

"I had set up my fire and laid out my sleeping mat. Propped up on my pack and warmed by the fire I found my hand made its way to my groin. My youthful sex drive had me wanking almost every night and that evening was no exception. I had removed my tunic and laid out in the warmth of the fire nude. I've never lasted too long and at that age I was even quicker. Less than a minute of pleasing myself and I started to thrust into my fist, whimpering with pleasure.

"`Need a hand with that?' a low voice said behind me.

"I jumped up still nude and turned to face a Satyr leaning against a tree. They're not a common site and I had never seen one before but I knew what he was immediately with his lower body being that of a goat and the curved horns coming from his head. He had a wineskin in his hand that was open and perhaps most prominent of his qualities was his hard cock sticking out of his furry loins. It was the size and general appearance of a goat's, with a exposed and knobbed head. I recalled hearing that satyrs remained eternally erect, but he seemed aroused with a drop of precum hanging from his tip.

"Flustered I grabbed my clothing and tried to hide my nudity, my cock rapidly fell in my embarrassment and I stuttered apologies to the creature.

"`Sorry, I didn't think anyone was on this trail,' I said and looked around to make sure it was only us two.

"`You don't need to go. I don't mind that you stopped in my part of the forrest. I was enjoying the show actually.' the faun said with a half smile, smacking his cock for emphasis.

"At this point i had never considered engaging with another male let alone a half-human one, and although I distantly felt the idea was intriguing I was too caught off guard to agree. I begged off telling the half goat that I really couldn't and should get going.

"He rolled his eyes and pulled a flute from the small satchel on his back. The first notes he played stopped me mid sentence and put me at a stand still, and as he moved forward in his song I dropped my belongings. Finding myself walking towards him, cock refilling rapidly.

"If you haven't heard a faun song before then I can't describe it to you, but I can tell you its more like a language than music- well thats not right at all, but as the satyr played I could feel his lust towards me, and I felt the seed of want I had towards him growing. By the time I stood directly in front of him I was as stiff as I had ever been and reached down and gave me a couple tugs, then cupping my balls and slipping his hand in my taint through to my hole. He probed it a couple times and laughed.

"`I see you haven't been mounted before mortal.' he said, stopping playing his pipes and slipping it back in his satchel. He looked at me for a moment in the silence and then nodded down to his stiff erection.

"Nearly in a trace I dropped to my knees and stroked it. The idea of sucking it swelled up in my mind and my cock twitched just thinking about it. I licked it with my mouth and found it not unpleasant, almost salty. The satyr sighed and took a swig from his wineskin, throwing his head back as he drank.

"I lost track of how long I sucked him but I found my lips were chap by the time he told me to stand up. He returned the favor, and I almost immediately found myself gripping him by the horns and pounding into him. All too soon I thrusted as deeply as I could, unloading inside of his throat.

"`Take a swig of this human' He stood and wiped a spot of jizz off his beard as he passed me his wineskin. I took a drink and felt warm and comfortble all over. `It'll make this next part hurt less.'

"He guided me back to my bed roll and told me to get on all fours. His cock pressed on my ass hole and I realized I was shaking.

"`Drink more. Press out softly, it will make it easier.' he said, passing me the wineskin. I noticed it wasn't any emptier despite our drinking so I took a massive swig this time. The feeling of softness inside me intensified and I followed the faun's instructions. His massive head popped inside of my hole and he sighed again.

"He quickly shoved himself inside me to the hilt. Even through my haze from the drink it hurt and I cried out. But the pain quickly subsided and I found my cock filling up again as he began to fuck me. His thrust were more rapid than anything I would ever be with after and as time went by i found myself thrusting back into him.

"When he came he slammed into me more violently than ever before, letting out a loud and prolong bleat. Each thrust sent his semen shooting deep inside of me and the repeated intense impacts on my prostate forced another load out of my cock.

"Panting he pulled off of me. Without a word me scamped off into the forest and I made a halfhearted attempt to clean up. The magic of his flute had long since died off but the feelings he had awakened in me were real. I knew what kind of power music could have now, and didn't take up the apprenticeship. When I arrived in Whiterun I took the money I was sent with and bought a lute. I followed the Bard's path ever since. Needless to say I also had new feelings about men in general. Those days in whitewall were some of my best, but nothing from that time in my life compared to being mounted by a satyr."

The half-orc was still laying back, his massive green member now standing at full attention and being lazily stroked by his big right hand. Ben himself was rigid again and rubbed his cock.

"What about you Thrall, when did you first realize you were interested in all this?"