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Rhazien the Orc (complete)
🕑 Added 2022-01-12 20:00:05 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster
Everything is changing so fast these days. The Ruby Empire is coming under attack from a Centaur and his hoard. You and your men have been protecting yourselves for decades now and this new threat has you all on edge.
You’re the leader of a tribe of elves that became displaced long ago. Your mother had once been a queen, but she slept with a common knight and birthed you. She took you, her knight, and her most loyal of subjects into the mountains where she started your tribe. But more strife found its way to you in the form of an orc called Chrom. He wanted your mother, but your father wouldn’t let Chrom take her. The two fought, and while your father defeated and killed Chrom, the battle also took his life.
As a result, you and the son of Chrom, Rhazien, have held a blood feud with one another. You’ve fought countless times. Your tribe against his, always ending with no one feeling satisfied. Your hatred runs deep and even in death you doubt you’d find peace.
Rhazien, like his father, is a big and powerful figure. He wears the skulls and skins of the massive animals he’s killed. He wears the teeth of his enemies as trinkets in his hair. He dips the teeth of his most vicious enemies in gold. You know that if he had the chance, he’d use your bones to make a necklace for himself. His long braided hair and you’ve longed for the day you could rip one straight from his scalp. You admire Rhazien for his brute strength and domineering figure alone. He could have all the veiny muscle he wanted, you’d still only admire him for that. You’re petite and small, but you’re as brutal and bloodthirsty as Rhazien ever will be.
“Oh look, the elves have a sent a toddler to deal with me!” Rhazien taunted during one battle. “Do not think I will go easy on you because you’re in infant.”
“It is only a child who mocks their enemy based on their appearance. Trust me, I can sever the tendons in your ankle before you can even blink. Then you will be down to my level, Rhazien. Your insults will be meaningless.”
Rhaizen snorted and grinned. “Isn’t that cute! The toddler thinks it can talk.”
You threw yourself off your horse and attacked him with your father's dagger. You gave him the massive scar that goes all the way down the the left side of his face. Not that he hasn’t given you any scars. You have a deep one on your belly from where he slashes at you once. It always seems the two of you are even. Eye for an eye, scar for a scar, blood for blood. You can never quite seem to get the upper hand on one another.
The news of the advancing armies of the centaur warlord has shaken you to your core. No more so than the letter you had received from Rhazien.
“My lady, what does it say?” Your right hand man asked. He looks concerned, but all you are is annoyed.
You peeled away the wax seal on the letter and scoffed. “I haven’t even opened it yet. Why not go busy yourself with other things while I read?” You sat back and kicked your feet onto the top of your table.
Rhazien’s handwriting is quite nice. Compared to your own it looked as though he learned from scholars. Yours was no better than carving into dirt. His words were urgent, but you weren't sure you could trust it. Your gut instinct told you t was something to pay close attention to.
“Our tribes have been at war for decades, but there is a bigger war coming to our backdoor. I have thought about this every which way I could. to throw your bloody carcass at the centaur’s hooves. But none of them have ended well in my mind. All battles and fights end with both our tribes dying. I could care less about my own life, but it if the lives of my people I must ever concern myself with. As much as I hate to think it, I know you are the same way with your people. That is why I have reached out to you. Meet me, alone, and we can hash out our differences. If we fight we fight, but in the end we must agree to something. If Demir is headed for our mountains he won't leave us alive. If you agree to these terms meet me in the Corith Ruins at nightfall.”
You frowned, reading over the letter again to try and make heads or tails of it. This is by far one of the strangest letters you had ever received. But it is strange only because you agreed with Rhazien. You’ve weighed your options about how to handle this impending invasion. But nothing works. Your tribe was too small, and no matter how hard you’d fight, this centaur would always come out on top.
You decided to go to the Ruins that evening. Even if it meant you could get a few choice strikes on Rhazien alone.
“You can’t go alone, that’s insane!” Your second in command, Dahman, argued.
You shrugged it off. You had already made your decision and no one would shake it. “If I perish, I perish. But then that means there is no more blood feud between our tribes. If Rhazien kills me, then hell, throw him a massive feast congratulating him." You smile at Dahman. "He would have earned it if it makes it a day."
“My lady,” he continued to push.
You patted his shoulder as you walked by. “If I don’t return then you’re in charge Dahman. You do what you feel is right.”
He grabbed your arm. “My lady, please, listen to reason. No good will come of meeting him alone.”
Dahman was never known for making istakes, but that was one. You threw him to the ground, stomping down upon his chest. “Don’t touch me,” you growled at him. “Have you no faith in me? Have you not seen what I am capable of? You disappoint me Dahman,” you hissed.
He scowled and remained there upon the ground. “It is as a man concerned for a woman that I forget myself. I do not want that orc defiling you, my lady.”
You smirked. “Well now, isn’t that interesting? As if that giant green shit would even consider such a thing. He doesn’t see me as a woman, he sees me as his enemy. There is no gender between the two of us."
“You do not know how a man thinks, my lady. Even a vicious warlord like Rhazien is still a man. And even he can see what a-" He stopped and looked away.
You cocked a brow up. “Go on then,” you wave your hand. “You seem like you have something to say, Dahman. Say it.”
“Anyone can see you are a striking beauty, my lady. I have heard whispers. I have heard how the orcs speak. They say they would put a high price on your...on your genitals and how they would pleasure themselves with it.”
You snorted and let out a long guffaw that made your belly sore. “Surely the orcs did not say ‘genitals’! Oh, oh, Dahman I needed that laugh.” You removed your foot from his chest and helped Dahman to his feet.
“My lady! I am serious! I do not want Rhazien to steal your honor!”
You slapped him hard, knocking him back down to the ground. “My honor doesn’t come from my cunt, Dahman. Just as your honor doesn’t come from your asshole.” You glared at him. “And if there is one thing I can expect from Rhazien, it is that he is more of a man than most. He will not use such cowardly tactics to defeat me. Now get up,” you spit at him. “You’re making me fear what will become of us if I die tonight.”
You make your way to the ruins, following the cut path through the woods. The ruins were once the center of dryad activity centuries ago. Due to famine and wars, the dryads had to leave their woods. The ruins stood now as a colosseum, a place where peopled settle their differences. Or they went for a good fight.
As you approached the ruins you see the torches had been lit. The area was a glow and standing in the center was Rhazien is waiting on you. He stood as you approached and he placed his hands on his hips. He puffed out his hairy chest, trying to look bigger and grander.
“I knew you’d come,” he chuckled.
“I figured you’d be stroking your dick." You crossed your arms against your chest. "I am disappointed in you."
He grinned. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
You narrowed your eyes on him. “I’ve come to fight you, Rhazien. So enough with the pleasantries. Name your choice of combat.”
Rhazien stepped towards you. “Good. I didn’t want to talk either.” He removed his belt, dropping it to the side and stirring up dust. “We strip and fight naked as the gods intended. No weapons, no armor. Only our bare fists and raw power."
You frowned at him.
“Oh, you can have one weapon,” he held up a finger. “I’d feel bad if you didn’t.”
“Fucking scum!” You ripped away your armor and clothing. You tossed them aside until you’re standing bare before Rhazien.
He removed his armor as well, his leathers and pelts. He then tossed you a dagger that lands at your feet. “That’s the same dagger my father used to stab your old man in the gut. It seems fitting.”
You picked up the dagger. You had often wondered what the weapon that killed your father looked like. Carved bone made up the handle, with your father's name carved into the side.
"Well?" Rhazien growled.
You threw the dagger aside. “I don’t need it.”
Rhazien grinned and lowered himself. “I've been waiting on this a long time. You and I have always been-” You threw yourself at him, tackling him the ground and pounding his face into the dirt.
He’s laughing as you struck him, grunting as you turned his head with a solid punch. He grabbed you and threw you off. You scrambled to gain footing on the soft dirt but you managed to evade his kick. Rhazien grabbed your legs as you tried to climb up the rocks. He threw you back down into the dirt, creating a massive dust cloud. He slammed his foot down onto the center of your back and you cried out.
Rhazien laughed. “Should’ve taken the dagger, you could have severed my tendons by now.” He lifted his foot and kicked you, sending you into the stones.
You grabbed a fistful of dirt and tossed it into his face when he bent over to pick you up. Rhazien cursed loudly, raising his hands to his eyes. You tackled him, making him land hard upon the ground.
You sat upon his chest and grabbed his wrists. Rhazien tries to toss you over, but his eyes still burn. The two of you struggled, forcing each other t rock side to side. He goy you off of him and you knocked his jaw. Rhazien slammed you back down into the ground. You managed to push him up and over. The two of you were struggling and heaving, panting hard. You were locked in a stalemate.
You felt excited and strange. The more effort you exerted in trying to over power him, the more hot you felt. The arousal grows and grows, and you can't decide if you're enjoying it. You also knew that Rhazien was as hard as a rock. His cock had been poking and prodding you the entire time.
You pushed Rhazien down and his massive cock pressed into your stomach. You moved back, rubbing yourself against it. He stilled and went quiet. You held your breath as his cock pressed at your folds. He felt so warm, so hard. Dammit, he felt good.
As you’re beginning to enjoy yourself he threw you down on the ground. He pinned your arms behind you back and held you in place. He picked you up, laying you over a stone.
“Bitch in heat." His fingers rubbed at your wetness and plunged inside you.
You cried out and heaved, gasping in pleasure as his huge finger fills you. "Good for nothing-" you choked on your own voice.
“Look at this dripping cunt. Did you get off on the idea of killing me?” Rhazien breathed into your ear.
You thrust your hips back at him. “Says the bastard who is knuckle deep inside me.” You reared your leg back and kick him and break free. You stood up and looked down at him. Rhazien stood up before you and you see how big and thick his cock was. You stared at it then into his eyes. You’re both breathing hard but not from the fight.
You both rushed at one another, slamming into each other and falling to the ground. You struggled again, throwing each other and rolling. You grunted and moaned and tried to remain the dominant one. Rhazien slapped your ass and you yelped. You bit his nipple and he roared. After a long sessions of grinding, slapping, and biting you’re sitting on top. You glared at him and wiped your face.
Rhazien licked his tusk and laid back his head against the ground.
"Don't move." You eased back, taking his cock inside you.
“Fucking whore.” His fingers dug into your hips.
“Slut,” you hissed at him, reaching down and twisting his nipples hard.
Rhazien snarled and bucked his hips. He thrust himself so deep inside you it feels like he’s trying to rearrange your organs. You cried out clawed your fingers down his chest.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" You bounced upon him, wanting to feel him deeper and harder inside. You looked down at him with your hair falling in your face. Rhazien was grinning from ear to ear.
His giant hands roamed your body.His fingertips examinig scars upon your skin. “This scar is mine. This one is mine.”
You slapped at his hands and pressed your palms into his chest. You could more easily count the stars int he sky than the scars you'd given him.
"How is it, huh? Taking your mortal enemy like this?" Rhazien snarled, putting his hand around your throat. "How is it would be to rip your head off right now while you're so damned pleased with yourself."
His hand felt good around your neck. “Only thing you’re good for is this dick! You'v always been a crappy fighter."
Rhazien licked his tusk again as he grinned. “I could say the same about your cunt,” He bucked his hips again and almost threw you off. How dare he feel so good?
He sat up, dragging his tucks and sharp teeth on your hot, tortured skin. His tongue as is laps at your flesh. He tugged and bit your breasts, pulling and shaking like a dog feasting on a steak.
You slapped his head and pulled his hair, yanking hard on his braids. “Goddamn beast.”
Rhazien smirked at you. “But look who's riding my cock.” He slapped your ass and you trembled in pleasure. “I’m going to send this cunt to hell." He threw you off and onto the ground again. He pinned your arms back and arches your hips. You struggled but you let him slip back inside you. He slapped your ass again and dug his fingers hard into your thighs.
“I always knew you’d enjoy this." He bucked deep inside, grinding himself there before pulling out again.
Your eyes rolled back into your skull. “You...you fucking pig...did you get off imagining me....anh! Like this?”
It shouldn’t feel that good and yet it did. Rhazien felt amazing inside you. You loved when he slapped and bit. You loved the pain with this overwhelming pleasure. You loved feeling him doing it all.
Rhazien looked angry and powerful. He looked beautiful and sexy too. You reached through your legs, grabbing his arms and clawing down them. He released a leg and wrapped his meaty paw around your throat again
“You like this, don’t you?” he moaned
You bit your lip and smirked. “As if you don’t.”
He smashed his mouth with yours, biting your lips and sucking on your tongue. You moaned together and let coursing heat start to ravage it’s way through your blood. Your back arched off the ground and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The powerful sensation rolled through you, barreling your senses out so you only felt him. Rhazien snarled and roared. He pumped harder and harder into you even as his molten hot seed stuffed you full. He stayed inside you, watching as his come dribbled out the sides.
You sawstars in your eyes as you lay there. Your limbs were limp and immobile. Rhazien laid on you, his heavy body not crushing but actually comforting. After a while he rolled off you and laid beside you. You both stayed like that, gazing up at the sky through the ruins.
“Well,” he muttered.
You huff and bite your cheek.sighed and bit down onto the inside of your cheek.
“I uhm-” he cleared his throat.
“Yeah-”
Rhazien sat up and looked down at you. “Can we do this again?”
You rose up and glared at him. “Again?"
He slammed his fist into the ground. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I’ve not felt anything so powerful in all my life.”
You glared at him but you were wordless. You did enjoy it, you did feel that power. It was raw and right.
“You fucking terrify me,” he whispered. “And you turn me on.”
Your eyes widened but you looked away. “You do have a good cock.”
Rhazien grinned and grabbed you, kissing you hard and hungry. “I want you to have my horrifying children,” he snarled as he dragged his teeth down your skin. “I want to fill you again.”
You clung to him, wrapping your arms around him as you bit his neck and shoulder. “Fucking beast.”
“I’ll fuck you,” he snarled in your ear. He then kissed your cheek and neck, showing a level of tenderness you’d never assumed he had. “I’ll fuck you raw even as you swell with my children.”
You pushed him away and stood up. “This is wrong. I hate you! I shouldn't be fucking you, let alone enjoying it so much!”
“I hate you too,” he leaned back. “But I love you as well.”
You could feel his seed start to spill down your thigh from inside. You were growing cold where you were once so warm. But that was easier to focus on that what he said.
“How could I not love you? As much as I want to rip you limb from limb I also want you. I find myself thinking of you ceaselessly. I told you, you’re terrifying and sexy. You make me feel alive!” Rhazien stood up and came towards you. He placed his hands around your waist. “Tell me you don’t feel the same?”
You pressed your palms against his hairy chest. “No one compares. You strength and power are...seductive.” You kissed his chest and licked the scratches you left on his skin. “I told myself I would never lay with a man unless they matched you.”
“And have you?”
“Only once and it wasn’t worth it.” You grinned up at him. “One more round before we go home?”
He palmed your rear. “I’m all yours until sunrise.”
Comments
Enemies to opponents to can we do that again? I’m 100% here for it.
Chelsea Norris
Whew hot and heavy and DAYUM! Hate sex can be good sex too between two consenting adults in a love hate relationship. I'm usually a soft fluffy cuddly kind of orc smut enthusiast. But even this has me hooked. Damn. Very well done.
