Teamwork Ch. 02

Jon took a firm grasp of the nicely-rounded green buttocks in front of him, and thrust his hard cock to the hilt in the arsehole thus presented.

"Harder!" the Half-Orc on her knees implored.

A small pair of hands grabbed her head and pulled it back down to the pussy it was supposed to be eating. "The same goes for you an' all," the Halfling on the receiving end said.

"Don't forget you'll be eating her next," Jon reminded her.

"As long as she rides my face while I do, not a problem!"

The three companions were fucking in celebration of a job well done. They were adventurers - swords for hire to solve unusual problems. Not that they all carried swords.

The Halfling woman, Evangeline, was a thief, a sneak, a spy, a pickpocket - a rogue. She carried a mace, as the best way of inflicting lasting damage given her small stature.

The Human man, Jon, was a conjurer. He carried a dagger, because he killed with magic when necessary, and used it to impress when it was not.

The Half-Orc woman, Henta, was the only one of the three who carried a sword. She also carried a spear, because she was a hunter by trade, and an adventurer only because the other two had persuaded her to join them with the lure of loot - and the promise of fantastic sex, since they both found her well-muscled statuesque figure incredibly sexy. Evangeline was sexy too, nicely curvy and incredibly well stacked - but only for a Halfling. For a Human, her boobs were mere handfuls, and her figure petite. But Jon was able to see past the size issue and appreciate her physical features for what they were. Still, having Henta in their party was useful in more ways than one.

She was the same height as Jon, and noticeably stronger and tougher. It was her strong arm that protected the other two when they got into fights, which they sought out rather more frequently than they had done before they'd met her. She was also rather taken with Jon - or more specifically, his cock - and made herself available to him whenever they were feeling horny. Evangeline often joined in on these sessions, but more often, Henta requested that she just watch, and Evangeline understood why. Her pussy wasn't big enough to take Jon's cock, and she didn't begrudge the larger woman Jon's attentions, but she still found Henta to be incredibly attractive, and even though the Half-Orc had expressed a preference for Jon's cock only, she had been able to wangle it so that she could join them if her double-ended two-sized dildo was out of sight.

Henta's figure had also proven useful in certain situations they found themselves in. Half-Orcs were barely tolerated in most places, and being a curvy and sexy female rather than a hulking male helped mitigate that. Her rather more-obviously sexy proportions were also useful for distractions, though many times precautions had to be taken so that her green skin was not visible, and that her tusks (petite, and usually fitting behind her lower lip anyway) were hidden. Such had been the case for their last job - an innkeeper had been abducting, raping, and murdering whores operating at his inn, and Henta's curves in silhouette had proved the bait to his exposure and ultimate undoing. The Thieves' Guild was grateful (what with whores operating under their umbrella), but the gratitude of the Thieves' Guild did not make them popular with the town guards and the like, so they had left town as soon as they had received their reward. They were now eleven miles away, and had been celebrating for twenty minutes so far.

"I'm close," Jon grunted.

"Cmm n mf," Henta replied, her head clamped against Evangeline's pussy by her own hands and the Halfling's thighs.

"I think she means you're to come inside her," Evangeline helpfully translated, her back propped up against a tree, hands playing with her breasts.

"Fuuuuck!" Jon stiffened and clamped himself hard against Henta's arse as he pumped into her. He pulled out and grabbed for a water bottle to wash his cock off as Henta continued eating Evangeline's pussy.

"Oh, I'm close, girl. I'm close!"

"You like getting your pussy eaten by my Half-Orc lover?" Jon asked.

"I love getting my pussy eaten by your Half-Orc lover!"

"You like coming on her face?"

"I love it!"

"What about when my Half-Orc lover comes on your face?"

"I want to drown in her pussy juices!"

"Oh, she can do that for you." Jon finished cleaning his cock and felt between Henta's legs. "She's really wet right now. She'll be gushing with you eating her out. You'll be drinking her juices from the moment she sits on your face, to the moment she comes all over it."

"Yes!"

"Your face'll be covered in her juices, your tits'll be covered in her juices, you'll be bathed in her juices."

"Yes!"

"And while she's riding your face, I'll be fucking her gorgeous huge tits, until I come all over her face."

"Yeeeessss!" Evangeline writhed and jerked as she came, squeezing her thighs around Henta's head, and finishing off her scream of pleasure with a giggle.

Henta disentangled herself and gasped for breath. "Keep fingering me 'til she's ready," she instructed. "She wants to drown in my come, she will."

"You thought any more about doing it standing up?" Jon asked hopefully.

Henta barked a laugh. "Are you really that keen on falling over?"

"We can use a tree for support."

"No thanks, I prefer a soft surface under me when we're fucking."

"As you wish, milady."

"And cut that out. I'm no milady."

"Quite right - you're a goddess."

"Yeah? Then the goddess commands you to fuck her throat while I ride Evey's face."

"Oh, damn," Evangeline complained as she crawled away from the tree, "I won't be able to see that."

"You won't be able to see anyway, with my pussy covering your face."

"I'll just imagine, then," Evangeline said, lying down. "Choke her with your cock, yeah?" she winked up at Jon.

"Yeah, yeah."

Henta knelt over Evangeline's head, and sank down carefully, spreading her knees wide. A contented, "mmmmm," came from Evangeline as she wrapped her arms around Henta's powerful thighs, complemented by a satisfied sigh from the Half-Orc as the Halfling began her work.

Jon had been stroking his cock and was fully hard again, and approached Henta with a smile. She held up her hand to hold him off. Puzzled, Jon stopped.

Henta slowly began to lean backwards, bending her spine until the top half of her torso was nearly horizontal. She beckoned Jon, and he repositioned himself behind her head. She opened her mouth, and with a delighted grin, he slid his cock between her lips. He only needed to apply a little pressure to slide straight down her throat. She sighed happily, and he began thrusting. He brought his hands up and fondled her massive breasts as he slowly fucked her throat.

Henta grunted and twitched her head in a minute nod. Jon began speeding up. He fucked her tight throat, full-length with each stroke, balls slapping against her nose. "Fuck! I love fucking your throat! I love fucking your pussy - it's so wet, and your muscles - perfect fit! I love fucking your arse - so tight, so smooth! I love fucking your throat - so wet, so tight, so good!"

Henta's hips began to buck. "Are you coming, babe? Is Evey making you come? 'Cos I don't think I can last much longer either. I'm going to cum right down your throat! I'm going to send my come straight to your belly!"

Henta gave a muffled wail as her hips thrashed against Evangeline's face. The extra pressure on Jon's cock was too much, and with a roar he came, his cock buried balls-deep in her mouth as he sent pulse after pulse of come straight down her gullet. Henta stiffened under him, her wail turned to a shriek, and she released floods of come over the Halfling's face. Evangeline released Henta's thighs and drank it all up.

Jon slid out of Henta's mouth and sank to the ground. "Help me up," she croaked. Jon placed his hands under her shoulders and pushed carefully, and Henta straightened up, then stepped off Evangeline, and rolled to the side, breathless and gasping.

"Fuck!" Evangeline gasped. "She nearly did drown me!"

"You okay?" Jon asked, crawling over to lie next to her.

"I wouldn't've had it any other way," she grinned happily.

"You're covered in come," Jon pointed out.

"Yeah, 'spect so."

"No, seriously, everything above your tits is glistening in the firelight 'cos of Henta's come."

"Best clean me up then, hadn't you?"

"Of course." Jon leaned over and started licking her clean, from forehead downwards. He made double sure to clean her breasts and nipples, and Evangeline lay back with a contented grin and let him.

*****

It was evening, three days later. It was autumn, and the nights were drawing in, and they were travelling to find somewhere where they could spend the winter. Somewhere with plenty of work, plenty of warm fires, and plenty of soft beds, for preference. They'd take odd-jobs on the way, but if they couldn't find anywhere big enough to support them by the time winter really set in, they had enough coin to simply find a village inn and settle there for a couple of months.

The track they were following led past a large forest a couple of miles up ahead, and their plan was to reach its' eaves before finding a place to camp.

"Hey - look there."

"What is it, Evey?"

"Looks like someone's just got a fire going."

"Yes - I see it too," Henta said.

"You've both got better eyes than me," Jon muttered.

"Must be 'cos we don't masturbate as much as you," Evangeline snickered.

"Or maybe the long hours of study in poorly-lit rooms reading from old books had something to do with it."

"Shall we join them?" Henta asked. "It would save us some trouble."

"They might not be friendly," Jon pointed out.

"If they was bandits or such, they wouldn't let their fire be visible from the road," Evangeline said. "They'd 'ave a base camp deep inside the woods where no-one ever goes, and they're not likely to be found."

"Hmm, s'pose. Alright - let's go say hello."

They resumed walking towards the low orange glow in the twilight. It was still at least a mile off, so it took them several minutes to get close. And when they did, they heard a woman's scream.

Henta immediately readied her spear and dashed forward, Evangeline and Jon hard on her heels. Evangeline was quickly left behind by her taller companions, and the scream came again.

The camp fire was built in a small clearing just inside the eaves of the forest. The person who built it was being held down by the combined efforts of four men, while a fifth pulled her breeches down and climbed on top of her.

Henta's spear caught him in the side, and he rolled away from the direction it had come from, now screaming himself. Henta appeared in the clearing, sword drawn, chainmail glittering in the firelight.

"Get off of her!" she snarled, and hacked at the nearest bandit, who had only just started scrambling to his feet.

Jon appeared in the clearing, fire arcing between his fingers, and he launched it at a second would-be rapist.

Shortswords were drawn, epithets were snarled, and the bandits counter-attacked. The already-burned one got Henta's broadsword in his face, and another took a second jet of fire in the chest. A sword slid off Henta's armour, and she set to against its' wielder. The remaining one lunged at Jon, and he frantically dodged, when from behind him Evangeline appeared, her swung mace connecting heavily with the man's balls. He collapsed, screaming, and the Halfling woman smashed his skull open.

A few feet away, Henta missed a parry, and her leg got sliced open - not by much, given that the man had made a quick strike so as not to be caught by the Half-Orc's riposte, but enough to wound her. Jon drew his dagger, and with a cry, hurled himself across the intervening space, ending up flat on the ground, arm outstretched, and the point of his dagger skewering the man's foot. He screamed, and Henta ran him through. The fight was over.

"Thank you, good people, for saving me from what would have doubtless been an unpleasant experience."

Henta staggered and sat down heavily, Evangeline rushing over to help her. It was Jon, therefore, who first noticed who it was they had saved. "I didn't expect to see a Dwarvish warrior all the way out here," he said as he climbed to his feet.

The Dwarven woman also got to her feet, which added considerably to the level of illumination in the clearing - her breastplate gleamed with preternaturally bright reflections of the fire. "Strictly speaking, I am not a Dwarvish warrior," she said. "I am a holy knight of the Gods - a paladin."

*****

They had disposed of the bodies and built up the fire, and were now sharing an evening meal together. Henta's leg was bandaged, and she was sitting with her feet up on Jon's lap. Their Dwarven host had introduced herself as Demona, and in gratitude had not only shared her traveller's rations with them, but also broken open a bottle of Dwarven brandy.

"So how is it a holy knight of the Gods nearly got raped by common bandits then?" asked Evangeline.

"It's hard to keep your back against a tree when you're fixing dinner," she explained. "They must've crept round behind me and taken me unawares. They dragged me round and pinned me down, and had even loosened the straps of my cuirass, to better get their hands underneath, when you arrived - for which I thank you again."

"We did what we could," Jon said, modestly, "what anybody should have done."

"Which too few people would have done, sadly."

"Why are you all the way out here?" asked Henta.

Demona stiffened slightly and glared at the Half-Orc. Henta returned the glare. Dwarves and Orcs did not Get On™, and neither Demona nor Henta seemed inclined to let their prejudices go for the evening. Then, Demona wilted. "I am exiled," she said quietly.

"Exiled?" asked Evangeline. "Why?"

"I ... was caught in a compromising position with the clan chief's son," she told them.

"Exile seems a bit harsh for that," Jon said.

"Our laws are strict," Demona countered, "and there were ... extenuating circumstances."

"How so?"

Demona hesitated before answering. "My family are not powerful or influential, but we do good work in the clan. We are often given the benefit of the doubt in disputes, but being the recipients of such generosity has engendered animosity from other families. Tormuk - the chief's son - was arranged to be married to the daughter of one such family."

"The daughter of a family that hates yours?" Jon checked.

"Yes."

"Ahh, I see. And when you were found in this compromising position, this other family wanted to put the boot in, right?"

"More or less. Tormuk and I have been friends since childhood - we shared many experiences with each other; going to school together, training under the same armsmaster. Our first kiss. We were very close. And I knew that my family would make me unacceptable as a match for him, but I always held out hope."

"So what happened?"

"Imlis had always had a crush on him. It was out of place, since she was three years older than him, but she was indulged by her family, who were rich and successful. When Imlis came of age, they opened negotiations with Chief Harbak, and less than a year later, Tormuk and Imlis were betrothed. The date was set for the day after he came of age - his fortieth birthday."

"Forty!?" Evangeline exclaimed. "Bloody hell! I know Dwarves live longer than Halflings, but even we get to come of age before we start to go to seed!"

"We Dwarves do not go to seed until we're in our hundreds," Demona chuckled. "We don't really physically mature until we're thirty, so it's not really too bad of a wait, though it can get frustrating at times. How old are you all, and what age were you considered adults?"

"I'm thirty-one," Evangeline said, "and I won't be considered an adult for another eighteen months. But I stopped growing eight or nine years ago, and it were no fun back home, so I left."

"Twenty-three," Jon said, "two years past the age of majority, five past maturity, and seven past when my little homeland considers a boy a man."

"Twenty-one," said Henta. "An Orc is an adult when they can first swing a blade, but I'm only Half-Orc, so I follow the Human rules."

Demona nodded carefully at Henta's statement, and some of the stiffness towards her seemed to drain away. "And when was the first time you all had sex?" she asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

Evangeline giggled. "None of us mind talking about fucking, love. I'm still technically a virgin, but only 'cos fingers and dildos don't count. First time a Human fingered me, I was twenty-eight, and I was in heaven."

"Eighteen," Jon said. "Master Nivarius bought me the finest whore he could find for my birthday - I had been an ultra-good pupil for the previous three months to ensure that he did just that."

"Five weeks ago," Henta said quietly, with a blush.

"Well," Demona continued, "I'm almost ashamed to say it, but my first time was aged thirty-two. Very young for a Dwarf, but not unheard of. Tormuk and I kept it very secret. But, as his betrothal went on, it became more and more difficult for us to see each other. On the day of his wedding, we had not even seen each other, let alone had sex, for over six weeks."

"Ouch!" Evangeline winced.

"So, I arranged things so that I could get in to see Tormuk as he was getting ready for the ceremony. I had only intended to speak to him, to wish him well, and to assure him that he would always be in my heart. But - our hearts had other ideas." Demona blushed at the memory.

"Go on?" Jon prompted.

"When his father came in, Tormuk had me bent over his dressing table, and I was quite incapable of speech." Demona's face was deeply flushed now.

"I've bin in worse positions when I was interrupted," Evangeline assured her.

"Oh, I dare say, had Chief Harbak been alone, we could have talked our way out of it - but he wasn't. The bride's father was with him, too."

"Oh, ye Gods," Jon muttered. "I imagine that didn't go down too well at all?"

Demona shook her head. "Indeed it didn't. And what made it worse, was that Tormuk is two days older than me; on his wedding day, I was still underage!"

"By one day!"

"That didn't matter to Narvuk, it was just another stick to beat me with. Fortunately, it was Chief Harbak's son's wedding day, so I just got locked in the cellar 'til the next day, when it wasn't so much bother to convene a court. And Narvuk was in Harbak's ear all evening, painting me in the worst light he could, so the next day - my fortieth birthday - I was exiled!"

"Ohh, that was shitty of 'em!" Evangeline cried. "I'd'a told them to go fuck 'emselves. Corrupt court, sentenced by a man who'd been personally wronged by you, influenced by a man who hated you an' your family? Couldn't you 'ave insisted on an independent magistrate?"

"There's only one other in a Dwarf clan asides the chief who can sit in judgement, and in my clan, that was Narvuk."

The three companions groaned in shared sympathy.

"How long ago was this?" asked Jon.

"About seven months ago, now," Demona replied.

"So, did you join a holy order since you've been kicking around in exile?" asked Evangeline.

"No, I was anointed a member of my order over two years ago now. When I was exiled, my chapter-master came to me and gifted me the armour and war axe, told me my calling was obviously to go out into the world and right any wrongs that I find."

"Nice of him," Jon commented. "What sort of wrongs do you go around righting?"

"Well, I guess right now, I've got a gang of bandits and attempted-rapists to eliminate," the Dwarf said. "Would any of you care to tag along?"r"

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