Secret Geek Sundays: Half-Orc Smut

This next post is a short story I wrote a while back, now it might not be overly apparent when reading it at first but the two characters Samyira and Kale are half-orcs. Which means they tend to be bulky and somewhat unpleasant at least to those that aren't half-orcs. Despite this they love each other and find one another appealing. Quick background Samyira came from a place where she was shunned by all but her adoptive father; she arrived in a new area and met Kale. Kale showed her a place that didn't shun her and where despite his heritage he had a position of power.

This story I think is very interesting because if people didn't know what the main characters heritage was it might just be another bit of smut. Goes to show...beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Samyira and Kale are based off of characters played elsewhere; I changed their names and the name of the place they meet at to save the other player any embarressment if for some reason someone was able to make the connection.
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Barracks of all sorts tend to have a scent to them, it wasn't unpleasant but it reminded one of battle and of war. The scent of old leather, oils used to keep metals and cloths seasoned and underlying it all the scent of salty sweat. The barracks in Ashewood were no different, this scent filled the corridors, less so then in some places since they were kept more clean then most. Samyira walked the quiet hallways a slight smile on her face as she let the scent and look of the place sink in. Growing up with a weapons trainer as the closest thing one has to a father had it's affect on her and for Samyira it meant that she would always be drawn to places such as these. These barracks were not used much but from further in the building she heard a muffled crash and cursing. Her curiosity peaked she starts toward the noise.

The equipment room was rather small and located within the very center of the barracks, connected to the sleeping quarters at a time of day when this part of the isle is deserted it was a very unlikely place to find someone. Corrya lived in the upper chambers of the place but for the next few days she was gone, leaving the building mostly untouched. Hearing scuffling and movement inside Samyira steps quietly and leans against the frame of the door. A slight smile plays over her face as she watches the man inside; wearing dark armor over his large frame Kale attempts to upright a fallen weapon rack. Standing back once he gets the rack up right he then continues his search around the equipment room. Samyira lets the noise of his search obscure her presence a while longer as she stands admiring his movements. Though not one for agility he made up for it with strong and sure movements and truth be told Samyira was more then slightly bias; Kale had shown her a world she never thought existed. For her in this new place were she didn't have to be afraid of being shunned she had made him a central point. After a few more moments of his search Kale holds up a cleaning kit and some oils for weapon priming. Seeing his search ending Samyira thinks quickly; her smile widening at her thoughts, last she remembered he didn't have to meet with anyone this afternoon. The scent of the barracks and the sight of him sending a strange passion through her, she moves forward biting her lip slightly before speaking softly to let him know of her presence.

"I can show you how to use that kit right," she speaks softly near his ear. Not expecting anyone to happen by Kale turns in start almost dropping everything in his hands, "Samyira you just about gave me heart failure," he mutters, a smile comes to his face as he watches her. "Though it is a pleasant surprise to find you here," with those words his eyes drink her in, she was wearing a dress in the dark blue she so favors; sleeveless for the warm weather it leaves her well muscled arms bare except for silver bracelets that shimmer slightly in the light. Letting a hush fall over the area Kale pauses realizing he has been admiring how the thin fabric falls over her firm breasts, for several long moments.

Grinning wryly Samyira takes that moment to smooth the skirt of her outfit over her wide but well defined hips, "so do you have a few moments to spare?" The tone of the question was definitely not leaning toward teaching him how to use the weapon repair kit. Kale smiles slightly at her unspoken suggestion and lets a simple nod of confirmation be his answer. He doesn't move to her or say more, curious of what she has in mind. Stepping forward she closes the space between them, her chestnut hair falling like a curtain over her eyes she leans down and starts looking over the sides of his armor. "You know I don’t think I am familiar with the latches on this." Samyira taps the side of the breastplate, "seems to be a style a bit before my time." She teases gently and glances up at him through the curtain of hair; though perfectly versed in how the latches on the armor worked for now that wasn’t the game.

Kale chuckles slightly watching her, letting his eyes run over her young strong frame he admires her fit and slightly bulky body, "are you calling me old?" Reaching out he tucks the bit of hair that has fallen into her eyes behind her ear. Then watching her closely he moves his hand over to neatly unlatch part of the armor at the side.

A sound like a purring in her throat is heard as she leans in and kisses the underside of his jaw line; her hands move down the latches quickly and expertly unlatching them. "I have always wondered about something," her voice holds the tone of being conversational as she starts to strip him of his armor. Being in a relatively safe place and never having qualms over being nude he tilts his head and answers her in good nature, "and what is it that you wonder about?"
Kneeling before him as she strips down his boots Samyira looks up the naked line of his body, "chaffing, you refuse to wear anything under your armor. Most would chaff." Guiding his feet to step out of the boots she lays them aside and then staying in a kneeling position leans back on her heels and looks up his body as if enjoying her handy work. Kale leans against one of the sturdier weapons racks as she looks over him shifting slightly on his feet and stretching in a slight pose for her as he answers, "I told you before, I am just use to it."

Her eyes slightly wide she stares after him a moment once his stretching is complete, then she shakes her head getting her mindset back, "Ah…well I am going to check anyway." Taking her well muscled and trained hands she moves one to the top of his inner thigh and the other around to his outer; she moves them until they are at the spot where the hip and leg meet her hand brushing gently against the bottom of his testicles. At her soft but firm touch Kale drops from his stretch, making a small sound of surprise once he feels where her hands are. Samyira’s hands run over his thigh, her hands slightly rough with calluses from working with her warhammer run over the soft flesh along his inner thigh; teasing and stroking as her hands move lower. Kale shudders throughout his body, taking in shaking breaths, "Samyira, you are not looking for…chaffing."

Continuing to slowly caress up and down his thighs she leans in leaning her head against his leg, "are you saying you want me to stop?" She rolls her eyes up at him as she asks this. Her dark brown eyes heavy with promised pleasures, her look along could have sped his pulse but with her ever moving hands and he began to grow longer and thicker. Kale takes in a breath, he had meant for it to help him concentrate but instead it came out as a sharp groan, "no, that is the last thing I would say."

Kale reaches out to touch her hair, running his hand through the silky softness of it. Gently cradling his hand behind her head he tries to guide her to stand, a slight smile on her face Samyira shakes her head from side to side and reaches up moving his hand out of her hair her fingers gently pressed on his wrist. She takes his hand and brings it to her lips lightly kissing his fingertips one at a time, her warm breath caressing over his skin as she does. Goose bumps slide over his back and his body trembles as he watches her, he uses his other hand to steady himself against one of the weapon racks; she is no longer just kissing the fingertips now she sucks the tip of his ring finger.

A slight smile plays over Samyira’s face as she watches him look down on her, several times he moves his hand to caress her face, touch her shoulder, or run through her hair each time that he does she gently but firmly moves his hand away. Without much more to do with his free hand once again he uses it to brace himself as he feels her hand creeping up his inner thigh; with a quick motion of her wrist she turns her hand so she is cupping his balls; massaging, stroking, and rolling them in her hand. Kale shudders, his back arching and moaning as she works over his testicles. As she works the length of him grows more firm and harder, his breaths start coming out in ragged breaths as she speeds up her fondling on his balls. Keeping her eyes on him she leans forward and licks just under the head of his penis, her tongue tracing over that ridge where the head and shaft of the penis meet.

"Oh gods Samyira," Kale gasps his head getting thrown back as she lowers her mouth over the head rolling him over her tongue in her mouth. Keeping her lips taunt around him she slowly lowers her mouth down the shaft of him, her hand still rolling his testicles as she does. Inch by agonizing inch she moves her mouth over him, above she watches as he trembles over each movement, in one quick motion she finally moves her mouth fully over him down to the hilt. A sharp gasp escapes Kale’s throat, his body trembling under her as she moves her lips and tongue, that heavy warmth of sex growing between his legs. As the pleasure starts to overtake him, his breathing speeds, head thrown back for a moment he feels weightless falling and not connected to the world. His only connection being through the mouth of the vixen that is pleasuring him from below, she drew on that warmth pulling it out more and more with each pull of her lips, with each stroke of her tongue. Sucking and pulling him out from her mouth and then thrusting her mouth over him again, she is his grounding and for a moment all he senses and sees. He once against reaches this time she is too busy rolling, pulling, and trying to control the pleasures growing within her at the sight of him, to keep his hand from her. He holds his hand to her head, gripping her hair as he thrusts against her mouth joining her movements with his. She groans as she feels the slight pull on her hair, gasping at his urgency. She can feel him pulsating in her mouth; she keeps her hands moving in time with her mouth her shoulders trembling with effort. His breathing quickens and he runs his hand through her hair, "Uhhhh….don’t stop," he is breathless and throws his head back as he feels his cum start to move up his cock.

With one last pull, one hand on his balls the other running up and down his thigh she brought him the warmth burst over him in a wave of pleasure pulsing through him making small spasms throughout his body, as he spilled his seed down her throat. Samyira let him ride his orgasm gently running a hand over his leg as his legs twitch; she swallows quickly and lets her tongue massage him one last time. Looking up she indulges in the sight of him writhering against the weapons rack that had kept him standing so long. Feeling him grow softer she finally lets him free from her mouth, leaning back in front of him she props herself up on her arms a slight smile on her face as she watches his expression.

Kale rests heavily on the weapon rack, after several long minutes he flutters his eyes open and looks down at Samyira. "That was amazing," he murmurs as he looks her over. Samyira’s sundress had fallen down from her shoulder on one side; the bandana she usually wore in her hair had been pulled out at some point leaving her hair to fall about more wildly then usual. Samyira reaches up and tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, at his silence and now watching she shifts a little uneasily not sure what to do next. That small movement and her sudden nervousness made something inside him snap; Kale moved forward to her holding his hand out.
Not having much time for thought Samyira holds a hand to his on reflex, the next moment she is being pulled to her feet and into his arms. Her unease seemed to melt away as he wraps his arms around her, "I should have found somewhere more comfortable to drag you off to," she whispers laying her head against his shoulder and hugging him in return. Kale smiles his tusks more prominent with the motion, "and why is that?" there is a hint of teasing in his voice. Samyira blinks a little her eyes slightly wide as she realizes he isn’t out of energy any longer, "mostly so we could have someone more comfortable to lie and," she pauses a long moment, "hold each other." She wasn’t sure want to do with this renewed energy so she leans up and places a gentle kiss on his lower lip just under one of his tusks.

Kale looks at the girl in his arms and hugs her to him as he is kissed his eyes settle on something behind her for a moment and then he leans to whisper into her ear, "This is a perfect spot, but no rest yet because I’m not done with you yet." He chuckles and it is a very masculine sound; taking his hands over her shoulders and down her sides feeling her body through the thin cloth of her dress, pausing at her hips and then letting his hands slide to cup her ample bottom. She was muscled and toned from training but also had curves to her, Kale reveled in the feel of her flesh and pulled her up from the ground his hands sliding from her ass to her thighs as she wraps her legs around his waist. The sudden motion of being picked up makes her emit a girly squeal and instinctively she wraps her arms and legs around him to keep from falling. Once he is carrying her he starts to the other side of the room, where a pile of feather mattresses had been laid after cleaning waiting to be put on beds. "Now little vixen I’m going to throw you on those mattresses over there, and then make you squirm and scream in pleasure for hours." His voice was lower then normal from left over pleasures and hinting at pleasures to come, his breath flowing gently over her skin teasing sending goose bumps over her flesh, she whispers back to him, "yes please."

Kale lays her down on the fluffy mattresses her dark brown skin contrasting with the stark white of the mattress covers, she looked delicious to him. Samyira wriggled against the mattresses, for a moment he stopped to watch her and then in a quick motion lower his body to lean over her, he kisses her deeply and with passion the kiss catching their breaths in their throats. Her heart starts to speed up as Kale moves his hands around and down her shoulders using a quick twist of his fingers to undo the buttons on her sundress. Never pulling up from the kiss he soon has Samyira’s dress pooling around her waist. He lets his hand slip down her back and cup under her ample bottom pulling her up off the mattress, She chuckles and wraps her arms around him to keep from completely falling, he moves her one moment and in the next her dress is gone pulled quickly from around her ankles. During their time together Kale had become a master at quick and fast removal of the one piece dresses that Samyira favored.
She lets out a chuckle as her clothing is quickly removed, he looks down at her and for a moment he pauses drinking in the sight. Samyira lay propped up on her elbows; her body is firm from years of practice in the arts of warfare over the muscles that cover her is enough padding and curves that she would never be mistaken for anything but a female. Kale moves his hand over her side and then her stomach, "you’re beautiful," he says quietly. Samyira pushes herself up from the mattress and pulls him to her their naked flesh touching causing a shiver to run up both their spines, hugging him close she whispers near his ear, "and you are more then I could have ever wished for." The two hold each other for a long moment their passion not forgotten, hands moving slowly over the back of the other they seem caught in a tender moment. The moment was broken as Kale moved his hand over Samyira’s lower back caressing a spot that made her intake a breath sharply. He untangles himself from her arms and starts laying gently kisses along her neck, light and quick each one sends shivers through her body making her skin feel alive. Cradling her in his arms, slowly she is laid back on the mattresses as he moves his mouth over her body, "now for the screaming and squirming," Kale has moved to sit in front of her, reaching forward he moves her legs apart spreading her wide, "bend your knees." Heart beating quickly in her chest Samyira did as he instructs, he moved a foot to either side and then moved her legs a little more as if they had not been far enough apart to start with.

Kale leans back from her looking down her body he moves his hands up her legs trailing them all the way up her thighs and finally slid his hands under her buttocks, cupping her ass. His eyes slightly dark he looks up at her, "what a view," his voice came out in a hoarse growl as if it should have hurt him to talk. Samyira’s eyes slightly wide she watches him if she was going to respond to him no sound came out; she just braced her hands against the mattress. Propping up his elbows he moved her hips from the bed, her feet moving from where they were braced without much more of a choice to where to put them her legs curled around him until her heels were resting against his back and her toes brushed over the swell of ass. His pale blue eyes focused on her he slowly moves between her thighs the bottom of his face disappearing from view and then he plunges his mouth onto her, into her and over her. It is almost as if he delivers a kiss to her, with this kiss he explores her, kneading his hands over her thighs as he does. She rolls her hips up to meet his mouth as she does he pulls her to him lifting her slightly before continuing with his exploration, making her cry out. As he pulls the tenderest part of her into his mouth she wriggles under him and can feel the wonderful warmth building up. Feeling her body tense he moves his hands under her thighs as if to hold her to him and keep her at the perfect angle. Small spasms start through her body and then a scream is ripped from her throat as she starts to orgasm her body trembling against him, she squirms and grips. He makes a small growling noise in this throat as she starts to move out of his mouth sending vibrations over her skin and making her cry out even more.

As she cums he continue to suck, licking up her juices as he does, moving his fingers in and out of her thrusting and making her pleasure last. Samyira losses control of her senses as he does her body shaking and trembling, "Uhhhh…Kale" she gasps his name as her body trembles under him. His hands kneed her thighs almost painfully and his skin feels tight as he watches her, looking up her body at her moving to the command of his tongue is almost too much; he can feel himself getting hard again and at that instant he intensely wants her. Wants to be in her, wants to be filling her and thrusting inside while she spasms with orgasm around him. Those thoughts in his mind he moves from between her leaving her to ride her orgasm and then thrusts into her deeply, grabbing her by the hips with both hands and pulling her to him as he pushes into her. His head is thrown back as he does enjoying the movement of her over his cock, feeling her spasms around him his hands gripping her hips. He pulls out and then thrusts in quickly and in time with her heavy breathing, or perhaps her breathing is in time with him but they are both in sync with each other, their skin hot and bodies melding together. Kale feels himself pulsating within her ready to reach orgasm; he holds it off wanting to continue this moment a little longer. Samyira grips the mattress and cries out again her juices covering him as her body shakes and trembles in more pleasure, that is the breaker for him; Kale thrusts into her once more deeply and pauses as he twitches and spasms within her, his cum filling her as if her body is trying to milk him dry as she lays paused a moment her back arched.

Kale shudders and then falls against her hugging her muttering against her skin, "you are wonderful…." For a long moment Samyira just lays a happy glow filling her, then she realizes he said something and she nods slightly and slowly in response. Her skin hypersensitive and her body still full of the wonderful delicious feelings from before. Kale rolls to the side and pulls a blanket down from a nearby shelf he covers it over them, "just in case Corrya wanders in ahead of schedule," he mumbles and nuzzles against her neck, pulling her into his arms enjoying the feel of her being close; he doesn’t sound that worried that they will be interrupted.
Samyira moves back so he can spoon her body, she smiles as she closes her eyes relishing the warmth of him wrapping his arms around her. As she closes her eyes warm from their lovemaking and now his holding for a moment she wonders what she would ever do if she lost him. Closing her eyes slightly she banishes the thought and just enjoys the moment. Kale hugs her gently running his hand over her side and admiring the look of her there resting, also admiring this treasure he never expected to find.

Blushing Boy

An older story, posting it up in the new blog to give a bit of a taste before other pieces are posted up.

Voyerism turns into a chance encounter, heterosexual couple; probably less potentially offensive then somethings I have written. If you aren't 18 or think you might be offended by the following please don't read further.

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For the blushing boy…

The park is warm humidity rides the air, people talk and joke in small groups. You sit on a bench on the shaded edge of the park, your suit so professional a paper upon your lap. You’re pretending to read, but I can tell you are up to so much more. As those dressed for the warm weather pass you glance over the paper to admire the long legs in the so very short skirts. Leaning against a tree I watch you and smooth my skirt, wondering if you are imagining how those girls look with their skirts lifted; if they wear panties or if you would see their pussy at first glance. Idly I watch you as you watch them my hand brushing and stroking over my side, I wonder does it make you hard to watch and wonder. Is your cock firm against the pants of that suit, do you need to cum. I wander over well your eyes are on a pretty pair of girls, they hold hands giggling slightly as they pass you – "do you think of what it would be like to take them? Both of them at once," I have leaned over and whisper in your ear. You jump turning to look at me eyes slightly wide; you didn’t expect anyone to notice you on the out of the way park bench. As you turn I notice that indeed you are pressed hard against those suit pants, you were using your paper to hide more then just the glances you give the passing girls.

"Did you stroke yourself…through your pants?" My voice is low eyes intent on you; damn I hardly know you and already know that I want you. As I speak a blush runs over your cheeks and then at that moment I must have you, my need rising.

Your eyes still on me I lift my own short skirt a ways, letting you peek over my thighs. "Come with me," it isn’t a request, even if it was I don’t think you would have the will to say no. I grab your slightly sweaty hand and pull you back into the forest out of view of the people, I can tell you are nervous and for some reason this brings my breaths in short spurts. I take you push you against a nearby tree; it’s large and conceals us from casual observers. Then I kiss you long and carefully getting a feel for your mouth I slip my tongue in gently gliding my tongue over yours. Soft sensual kisses, through the thin fabric of your pants I can feel you hard pressed against my stomach. Shivers run over my spine and you gain confidence with the kiss your hands move over my thighs and under my skirt, hands over my bare bottom and then they play over the strings of my thong.

…gods I need you.

Whispering in your ear I bite the earlobe gently, "take me…" I say softly, "just take me…" Your blush has faded and your eyes are slightly dark full of something hard to describe but so very male, you know I won’t tell you to stop that you will not be denied and with that certainty you take me by the hips and pull me to you, kissing me roughly your hands moving up my leg until they once again find their way under my almost too short skirt, rubbing your hand over the slit of my pussy through the front of my thong. I moan against your skin, that moan is all it takes for you to run your hands up the back of my shirt and then pull it over my head. Thoughts of being exposed and outside have left our minds all that is there is instead the need to feel our skin touching against each other. Frantically I pull open your shirt and you pull me to you soft breasts against the hair of your chest, we stay locked our urgency making us stall as it if not sure what to do next, but then I am moving may hands over the front of your slacks brushing you through the front of them, sliding over your hard cock. Buttons, clasps, zippers I don’t even know how I get your pants open but I do, you wear boxers but you are peeking through them the long hard length of you firm and in need.

"Turn around," your voice is deep almost a growl sending shivers up my spine, such a lovely bedroom voice. Deep inside me I throb, throb for you wanting you to fill me, thrust into me, and fuck me. So I turn and you push me forward so I am forced to hold onto the trunk of the tree bent over, you lift my skirt looking over my ass. Then I feel your hand warm cupping my ass cheeks and then running over the string of my thong pulling it aside as the fabric brushes over the lips of my pussy I let out a gasp and then I feel you behind me. Your stomach against my ass, the head of your hard prick teasing at the warm lips of me then without warning you plunge into me.

…uhhh oh yes. You pull out and thrust again the fabric of my thong gently rubbing over you as you do. Greedily I push back against you speeding things wanting so bad to have more of you to keep you moving, fucking, spearing into me, thrusting your cock. You fill me all the way; the head of you bumping the back of me, my hands tighten and grip the tree I moan with each pass each thrust. Your hands stroke over my back and then you reach around leaning over me kneading my breasts. I gasp my body spasms and I ram against you so hard, so fast I can’t take much more. My juices run over your cock and then almost without warning my body spasms around you more juices rushing over your cock soaking it. You gasp and thrust into me the warm weight of sex overcoming you as you hold me to you, my body spasms around your cock tightening so deliciously as you cum, cumming inside me filling me up. For several moments we stay there locked together in ecstasy. I writher as you pull out of me a soft gasp from my lips, turning I look at you, "that was amazing," I mutter. A small blush covers your cheeks as I say that and a fire burns in me again…

…keep up that blushing boy and I may just have to take you again.

Opinion: The Release of Fantasy

This is something that has come up recently for me. I've been thinking alot about fantasy and the safety that can be found in it. Now I'm not talking about real life games involving sexuality and fantasy play but rather mediums that allow one to express themselves without exposing who they are really. One easy medium to think of is a journal or blog such as this one, with how I have this one set up; I'm taking advantage of the obscurity offered. It gives a chance to express oneself more freely and without fear of being critsized personally. People might critisize a story or say how they don't agree with my opinion but I don't have to worry about my real world self being effected by such critsizm.

I have also noticed and found that people seem to be more vocal about their sexuality when they don't have to be worried that others will look at them strangely for it. But using a source that allows obscurity people let themselves be more free, confess things that normally they would not, and dare to consider things they normally wouldn't. Telling your inner most desires, thoughts, and dares to a bunch of complete strangers can be easier then telling those same things to a loved one or a dear friend; especially if there is pressure that those that mean the most to you might judge you for such things. So people hide and express that which they normally would be afraid to.

In some ways I think finding a release in fantasy can be healthy. It may help people realize things about themselves they might not have known before or things they refused to admit before. Imaging things that normally you wouldn't helps you realize what you may really want in life. In other ways the fantasy aspect is also very limiting, because I feel those that are truly free and happy with their lives are those that have found others that are interested in their fantasy wants and desires and are willing to partake in them.

In the end how far someone takes their fantasy lives is really up to them. Do they keep it strictly fantasy always wondering if they could feel more fulfilled if they actually shared it out of obscurity or do they take the plunge and risk of doing what they desire. The risk has with it the possibilty that those they share with won't be receptive and also perhaps the even greater and more damaging risk that once they do find the niche that it will be disappointing once taken out of the fantasy context.

Getting Set Up

This blog is going to hold material for mature audiences only. I enjoy writing very much and one of the types of writing I do is risque in nature; though to be truthful some is just smutty. I plan to have warnings to give people ideas of what will be held throughout the blog so they can bypass something if it isn't what they would like to read.

I'm not completely new to this, I have written before under the screename Vixxxen. I however have forgotten my log in for that blog and the screename I used. It's probably best that I did since one of my problems with that blog was that I don't think it was portrayed how I wished it had been. This one I don't plan to make the same mistake with.

Basically what will be written here is mostly going to be fiction, with a few opinion pieces scattered about. I won't be adding personal tidbits in because I would rather have things circulate around the fantasy in my stories.

I'm going to shoot for about three posts a week. One more mainstream risque tale, an opinion piece on various subjects, and I think I'll try to bring back something I got started on as Vixxxen - which were the Secret Geek Sunday posts.

Hope that people find this blog and enjoy the stories I have to share...since I know it takes a while for people to get interested, I'm going to revise a few old stories and post them up before I start with my new things.

-Vixxxen