Raiding Party Reunion

A chubby orc couple meet after being stationed in different war parties for months, and use the opportunity to ‘make up for lost time'.

Contains: M/F, orcs, muscle, huge breasts, huge cock, titfuck, excessive cum, vaginal sex.

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Raiding Party Reunion

‘I finally found you…’ A deep, familiar voice rumbled as a cool wind swept into Snog’s large hide tent.

‘Rokan…’ Snog sighed, and immediately chastised herself for sounding so desperate.

Of course, her dear husband had notice, and was already smiling smugly. But by the spirits she had missed him. Rokan was everything an orc should be. He was so tall he could not comfortably stand up within the tent, and so wide that he almost completely blocked its opening with his broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms and legs. Over the years they had been together, he had gotten a bit of a gut thanks to many victory feasts and a few too many pints of grog. But many young, ambitious warriors that thought him to be fat and lazy as they challenged him, would quickly realized how wrong they were when he beat them all soundly.

‘So I take it you missed me?’ Rokan asked. His deep, rumbling voice made something in the pit of Snog stomach burn after so many months apart.

‘Of course I did, you great big oaf.’ Snog snorted as she looked up at her husband.

When she saw him last, before being split up in different raiding parties, he had grown a wild, black beard which made his normally round, almost jolly, facial features look a bit menacing. Especially with his hair hanging loose of its warrior’s knot looking like a lion’s mane. But his brown eyes, sparkling with joy, told Snog he was still the same even with the outward changes.

‘So I get no hug? No kiss?’ Rokan teased as he pulled the tent flap closed and approached his wife.

‘If that is what you wanted out of marriage you should not have married a fellow warrior.’ Snog stated matter-of-factly, while pulling her plump lips back to show him her small tusks.

Rokan let out a belly laugh that seemed to shake the very tent, before grabbing Snog by the shoulders and pulling her in for a hug. She gave up a token struggle and grumbled a little, before she decided to simply enjoy the comfort of being in her husband’s arms. Snog’s hands crept up Rokan’s muscular chest, feeling the thick hair there run between her fingers while slivers of red and white war paint peeled off his skin and drifted to the floor. But when she caught her husband looking down at her with a look of smug satisfaction she decided to push him away instead.

‘What do you think you’re doing, oaf!’ Snog grumbled, while placing her hands on her broad hips and giving him one of her best glares.

Only now did she realize that her husband’s look of smug satisfaction had very quickly been replaced by one of lust as he stared at her. Snog was tall, but next to her husband she still felt very little. She might tower over your average human or elf, but she was about a head shorter than Rokan.

Aside from that, their builds were very similar. Snog’s shoulders were broad and she had the thick, muscular arms necessary to wield an orcish weapon. Like her husband, she also had a bit of a gut. It wasn’t as noticeable due to a pair of huge breasts that practically overshadowed it, but just like Rokan she was underestimated by her peers due to her larger than average chest. She had solidly trounced anyone who thought that it would restrict her in combat, of course. Her waist flared out into a pair of broad, breeding hips which were supported by thick muscular thighs and legs even stronger than those of her husband’s.

‘Now Rokan, we need to rest and conserve our energy for the journey back home…’ Snog protested while holding up a hand, but her husband ignored her and took a step closer.

‘Oaf…’ Snog began, voice shaking.

The rest of her words were cut off as Rokan dove down in a flash. Snog, like her husband, had gone into battle stripped down to the waist. Which meant that there was nothing stopping him from wrapping his lips around one of her thick, hard nipples. Like Rokan, Snog had also decorated her chest with warpaint. She doubted that it tasted pleasant, but Rokan did not pause as he sucked her nipples clean.

‘Can you not wait… one more damned day?’ Snog asked between gasps for air as she tried to push her husband away again.

Again, it was no more than a token resistance as she felt the fire in the pit of her stomach once more and could feel wetness running down the insides of her thighs. When Snog gave up and dropped her hands to her sides, Rokan pulled his head up from her chest and shot her a fierce grin. Snog was aware that she was looking back at him with her mouth hanging open, but could not muster the strength to call him an oaf again or even close it. So her husband’s smile broadened, before he latched onto her other nipple.

‘Good, that looks good.’ Rokan growled, before he pushed Snog down rather suddenly.

Snog glanced down at her breasts, taking in the two wet, fat, dark green nubs that stood out in the sea of white and red warpaint that decorated her chest before she looked up at Rokan. Her audible swallow resounded through the quiet tent when she realized that he had just finished stripping out of the heavy studded leather war skirt and the loincloth he had on underneath it. Like the rest of him, Rokan’s member was very long and very wide. Snog felt her cunt clench desperately at the sight of it. But to her surprise, found that it was not what her husband had set his sights on.

‘You are so strange…’ Snog groaned as Rokan sat down on her plump belly and roughly squeezed her mountainous tits around his impressive shaft.

‘It would be strange not to use a chest as impressive as yours like this.’ Rokan replied, while he began to slide his hips back and forth.

‘Whatever you say, oaf.’ Snog muttered with a roll of her eyes as the spongy head of her husband’s monstrous shaft bumped against her chin.

Snog’s breasts might have been the largest of all the other orcs in her tribe but as cavernous as her cleavage was, it appeared that it still could not contain Rokan’s beast of a cock completely. Seeing as she couldn’t do much in her current position, what with Rokan sitting on top of her and manhandling her tits, Snog decided to simply watch as the tip of her husband’s dick peeked out from between her breasts… before slipping inside again. This amused her for a few seconds, before she grew frustrated.

‘Starting to enjoy yourself?’ Rokan mused, as he noticed Snog angling her head down and opening her mouth.

Snog only glared up at her husband. He seemed to like sliding his prick between her tits, but she only wanted it to be over so they could attend to her needs. Her pussy was absolutely soaked by now. Of course, if she told him that she’d never hear the end of it the next time they were reunited like this. So she choose, wisely, to keep quiet and began to run her tongue over his cockhead whenever it slid into her warm, wet mouth.

Fortunately that made Rokan completely forget about his question and he started to increase the power of his thrusts. Snog’s eyes widened as her husband’s fat cockhead was roughly hammering in and out of her opened mouth, but decided to continue teasing it with her tongue instead of complain. She was rewarded with thick, salty globs of precum leaking from Rokan’s cumslit. They clung to her skin and filled her mouth and only managed to increase Snog’s sexual frustration. But at least it signalled that her husband was close to reaching his orgasm.

Having that knowledge only excited Snog even more. Her legs twitched as she imagined Rokan’s big, heavy balls dragging over her belly, she could no longer focus her eyes on his handsome face as she became increasingly aware of the way that his thick, meaty fingers dug into her soft breasts and, finally, the flow of her juices only seemed have increased as she started to notice how hard Rokan’s monstercock had started to throb in her cavernous, precum-slick cleavage.

‘Dear, I am about to-’ Rokan was cut off by Snog as she shut her opened mouth and sucked on his cockhead so hard that her cheeks caved in.

Rokan flashed her a shaky smile as he moved back and forth a little, his movements small enough that the tip of his shaft wouldn’t escape Snog’s mouth, before releasing a loud, dark grunt. Snog snorted and sputtered as her husband’s seed filled her mouth. She had expected his load to be big, but expecting it and being prepared for it were two different things. First of all, Rokan’s semen was so thick that it reminded Snog of porridge, which made swallowing the hot, salty sprays of it difficult. Second of all, there just didn’t seem to be an end to the volleys of spunk that her husband could pump out. Rokan could easily see the great big mouthful after great big mouthful that she swallowed, as they made Snog’s throat bulge out obscenely. But despite her heroic effort, Snog could feel how her husband’s seed started to rapidly run down the corners of her cumstuffed mouth.

‘Phew… that was fantastic.’ Rokan groaned as he climbed back to his feet.

His wife was a vision, despite the messy state he’d left her in. Or maybe because of it? Her black hair which reminded him of a horse’s mane, due to the fact that Snog had shaved the sides of her head, was sticking to her sweaty, softly rounded face. His seed was hanging from her delicate, round chin and her dark green eyes tried to focus on him as her hands roamed over her huge, cumslick, manhandled tits.

‘But don’t think I am done with you yet!’ He growled as he finished looking Snog over.

Snog herself managed a bleary ‘Huh?’ before her husband tore the loincloth she wore underneath a studded leather warrior’s skirt similar to his own off of her. The sudden action had managed to clear her head and Rokan flashed her a predatory smile. Snog only nodded meekly and opened her legs a little wider as her husband crouched down before her, making the monster between his legs slap against her soaked labia and the wet, matted mess of pubic hair surrounding it. He quickly adjusted his stance, making it so that he loomed over her. Snog could only look up at him, heart beating so loud that she was sure he could hear it, before she said what she knew he wanted to hear.

‘Breed me…’ Snog begged.

A bestial sounding growl came from somewhere in the back of Rokan’s throat as he grabbed his wife’s strong shoulders and pushed his crotch forwards. Snog whimpered as her husband’s huge shaft slipped inside of her, stretching her pussy. It was not the kind of sound a warrior like her should make, but she didn’t care. Rokan gave her little time to adjust to his size after so many months away from each other and continued to push forwards. For an orc it was practically gentle. Yet, Snog could not help but feel some discomfort, and desperately started to claw at her breasts to alleviate it.

Rokan was merciless, however. Once the entirety of his fat cock had disappeared into his wife’s depths, and his huge balls were resting against her meaty asscheeks, he began to move and used all the strength within his big body. Snog moaned and gasped underneath him as he moved his hips at a fast, rough pace that made lights dance in front of her unfocused eyes. No doubt everyone else within the camp knew by now what was going on in her tent as she moaned loudly and desperately, barely drowning out the sound of Rokan’s testicles slapping against her buttocks.

Snog shivered underneath the powerful frame of her husband, pinching her nipples hard while all the lust coursing through her body made her head feel light. Although she was now sure that the entire camp knew what she was up to, she didn’t care. If anything, Snog only moaned louder which, in turn, only made Rokan work harder to please her. After a while, riding the waves of pleasure made time meaningless. Snog didn’t know if she had been lying on the floor like this for seconds, minutes or hours and the intense lust she felt only seemed to have grown. So much, in fact, that she swore that she could feel every single vein on Rokan’s beefy shaft brush against her sensitive folds.

‘I’m going to cum.’ Rokan suddenly growled in her ear. It wasn’t a warning, just an announcement.

‘Yes.’ Was Snog’s lazy response, as she did her best to wrap her thick, strong legs around her husband’s broad waist.

Moments later, Rokan dumped his load into his wife’s eager snatch. Snog noted that his seed didn’t seem to have thinned at all since he had filled her mouth with it, and she released a weak moan as she felt it cling to her twitching folds and rush towards her womb. She was also vaguely aware of it leaking past the fat seal that Rokan’s cock made and running over her asscheeks.

When Rokan’s orgasm started to come to an end, Snog pulled her legs away from his waist. Allowing him to stand up. More of his cum began to leak from Snog’s stretched pussy as soon as his massive member escaped, coating her big, meaty asscheeks with more of his cum. While she enjoyed the sensation Snog looked up at her husband with flushed cheeks and lustful eyes. Only to be disappointed to see him reach for his loincloth and warrior’s skirt.

‘You’re leaving already?’ Snog asked, not bothering to hide her disappointment.

‘I thought you said we should rest and conserve our energy for the trip back home?’ Rokan replied, once again showing off that annoying smug smile of his.

‘I don’t care,’ Snog replied, despite knowing that she would probably suffer a great amount of teasing from Rokan for it. ‘Stay.’

‘Good, I was hoping you would say that.’ Rokan chuckled, before he unceremoniously turned Snog over on her stomach and sank his fingers into her meaty asscheeks.

He then watched as his cum continued to spill from Snog’s stretched cunt, before he roughly slid his monstercock back inside. Which, once again, made his wife’s screams echo through the camp…

THE END