Wander the Forest

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 12:30, 15 September 2015

It'd be different if the 'villagers' were the only ones making fun of you. Your brothers would gladly beat anyone who made fun of their 'little runt' to a pulp. But now your own family is against you as well. That is too much to deal with.

You steal a skinning knife, and few animal hides from the local huntsmen's tavern. Normally, you wouldn't do this, but seeing as you can't bring any belongings you have in your parent's home, including what little money you have, you see no other choice. The two of you then leave the village to spend the night in the nearby birch forest.

Late in the evening, you glare into the campfire, feeling dumb about your decision. Just this morning you were filled with anticipation about finding your mate, and in less than four hours you managed to ruin your entire life.

Bethilda must have noticed you being glum, because she leans up against you, resting her head on your shoulder while stroking your thigh.

"You're angry about what happened in the village, aren't you?".

What a dumb question. Of course you're angry! You had a future in that village, and now you were nothing but a stray.

"Yeah, you're almost as angry as that elf was." she continues. "She was sexy though, wasn't she?".

She moves and sits down behind you, still resting her chin on your shoulder while her hand moves up along the thigh, to the base of your crotch. "The tits, the hips, those big, plump lips. Part of me was hoping you'd jam your cock in her mouth so she'd shut up."

Her hand grasps onto your stiffening cock and slowly yanks it upwards. Surprised, all you can do is to watch in bewilderment. Was this her way of comforting you? Dirty-talk and handjobs?

"It wouldn't be hard to do either, you know. Just grab onto those pointy ears and fuck her face 'til she ran out of air to yell with. Forcing that big, green meat of yours down her throat, making her gag on every word."

Your cock is now rock hard, and she tightens her grip, jacking you off in tune with her heavy breathing. She chuckles, whispering into your ear, "She was your mother, wasn't she? You ever thought about fucking your mommy's pretty little mouth, hmm? Ever thought about her swallowing your thick load or licking your icky little cock clean? Or maybe you'd rather have her tight little snatch. Perhaps you've even dreamed about impregnating your own mother."

Those words were more than you could withstand, and your cock throbs wildly as it erupts in stream after stream of hot cum, landing on your legs. Bethilda squeezes the final drips out of your dick, before scooping it up with her hand, which she then licks.

"Fuck... You're a big boy, aren't you?" she scuffs, followed by hungry moans. "Oh, it's been way too long since I last tasted sweet, sweet orc cum."

You turn around and face her. A naughty look of 'I want to fuck you' plastered all over her face. She takes your cheeks in her hands and says, "I may not be as young as I once was, nor as beautiful as your mother. But I can guarantee that I'm still a great lay. Just give me the command and I'll give you a night to remember."

• Fuck Bethilda
• Don't fuck Bethilda