Daddy's Breeding Bitch
The next day was impossibly long, knowing that when night fell, I was finally going to get what I'd been craving since my first hardon. I had played with my asshole a few times over the years, usually with my fingers, and once with the smooth hilt of a hunting knife, but this was different. Even though I didn't entirely know what I was getting myself into, I knew I wanted it.
I needed it.
Early in the morning, my grandfather and I agreed to leave the village at different times during the day, lest we give off the appearance that we were going somewhere together. There was no reason for the other orcs to be suspicious yet, but we weren't taking any chances. This was a delicate situation and it needed to go perfectly. I saw my grandfather leaving the village in the mid-afternoon hours, on the pretense of scouting for new hunting grounds, and my heart thumped eagerly against my chest. It was really happening.
While I was frequently distracted during that day, I was sure to complete the tasks he assigned me. First was to pick up some lube at the market, which took the form of natural coconut oil. It came in a small jar, and I mused with the vendor about the elk I'd be frying in it later. I don't know why I felt the need to concoct an explanation--it was probably nerves.
The second, and final, task I was given was to thoroughly wash, which I decided to do just as I was leaving in the evening, as there were hot springs just outside the village where the orcs bathed. It was the perfect spot, being only slightly out of the way for my destination of the old hunting camp.
At dusk, I couldn't wait any longer. It was going to be a two hour walk to the camp, and I was stopping to bathe along the way. The orc who was patrolling gave me a curt nod as I was leaving. I'd prepared an excuse about going on a late night hunt, but it wasn't necessary. Contrary to my paranoia, no one really cared where I was going or what I was doing.
Fifteen minutes later, I was shedding my loin cloth as the sun set in the distance, casting an orange-purple glow through the trees. Stepping into the hot spring drew a pleased groan from my lips, as that pleasantly heated water rose up my body with each step. It was not a deep spring, reaching my knees at the deepest point.
I bathed thoroughly, desiring to be in peak condition for my grandfather. My soapy hands ran over my broad, strong chest, over my arms and abdomen, onto my groin, where I found my cock semi-hard from anticipation. My fingers stroked the length, then curled under my balls, which I frothed in soap bubbles. By the time my hands shifted behind me, my cock was fully hard, tense in the dusklight as I lathered my thick, hairy asscheeks, spread them, and washed my tightly puckered star, both exterior and interior, eliciting another hot growl. Admittedly, I spent the most time washing my anus, but I did a thorough job from head to toes before stepping out of the hot spring.
Slipping my feet into some comfortable hide moccasins, lest I dirty them immediately after washing, I tied my loin cloth back on and carried on with the journey. It wasn't long before I had to strike up a torch in the darkness, but I knew the way to the hunting camp and wasn't in danger of getting myself lost. The light was mostly to avoid bumping into branches or stepping on something I shouldn't.
About two hours later, right on time, I saw the glow of a fire in the distance. On hurried steps, I approached, peering past the fire to the tent, the ground beneath which was lined with furs and, more importantly, the hulking figure of my naked grandfather seated in the center. I felt my dick starting to rise again, knowing full well that the time was now. He chuckled good-naturedly as my hardening cock brushed aside my loin cloth, the meaty dome glimmering in the fire's light.
"I knew you would be eager, Orzok. Did you do what I asked?"
"Yes, Daddy," I answered curtly, going into my satchel to show him the jar of oil. I set it on the furs beside him, keenly aware that his cock was filling with desire, rising up from his loins.
He smirked. "Can't keep your eyes off my cock, can you, boy?" Grabbing that meaty green slab at the root, he gave it a few shakes, watching my gaze follow its path, mesmerized.
"No, Daddy," I replied through a groan. After our question and answer session, I knew he wanted me to voice my lust in no uncertain terms, so I continued, "I can't look away from your thick, hard cock... I've been fantasizing about you fucking me all day..."
Grasping my wrist, he pulled me into the tent with him. There was plenty of room for both of us, and probably two more orcs on a hunting trip, so we weren't cramped for space. His other hand untied my loin cloth, which was doing nothing to hide my bouncing, rock hard cock as I followed his lead. We sat across from each other on the furs, and I pulled off my moccasins, equally naked as the gray bull that was my grandfather.
"I've been fantasizing about this, too, boy," he began, his voice a deep, rumbling groan that made my cock twitch. "It will hurt, at first, but you are an orc. Bear it, endure, and embrace the pain. Soon enough, it will fade away and all you will feel is ecstasy."
"Yes, Daddy," I answered, reaching across to run my fingers through the curly gray chest hair, groping into his powerful pectoral muscles. "There's no chance I am turning back now. I need this more than anything..."
"When the time comes, do you want me t--"
I knew the question before he finished it, and found myself blurting out the answer prematurely, "Inside me. I want you to cum inside me." That made him growl with lust, and I knew his self-control was waning, so I let those debaucherous words continue to flow, "Please, Daddy... I need you to fuck me raw and breed me like a bitch... pump my ass full of your hot spunk..."
That tipped the scales. With a grunt, he opened the jar of lube, grabbing a glob of the solidified coconut oil and warming it up in his hand until it liquified. As he started to smear his throbbing meat with that slick fluid, I turned onto my hands and knees, lowering my shoulders to the furs and raising my hips, presenting my thick, hairy ass to him. Reaching back with both hands, I sunk my fingers into my asscheeks and spread them apart, showing off my tight butthole for him, the cool night air touching it causing the star to wink open and closed.
I loved watching him get into position behind me, with that hard, veiny cock of his glistening with oil in the firelight. He grasped my hips with both hands and scooted closer until I could feel that hot, eager dick riding up my hairy asscrack. The teasing caused me to moan hard, pushing back against him, and grinding my tight pucker against the underside of his dick, rocking my hips to hotdog him between my asscheeks, our balls occasionally nuzzling together in the process.
"You ready for this dick, gay boy?" he growled, his cock drooling precum into my crack.
"Yes, Daddy... please, fuck me, Daddy... fuck me..." I crooned, fingers tightly grasping the furs in anticipation. In that moment, they were trembling with need.
A loud crack echoed through the camp as his broad palm came down, smacking my ass. I moaned. He lined up his fat, spongy cockhead with my butthole in a lewd kiss, and slowly... slowly, started to apply pressure. Little by little, my ring started to pry open as more and more of his meaty head pierced the veil. I could feel my pucker stretching, opening, and being made to fit his cock, until finally, a wet schlick sound announced the moment when his whole mushroom head was swallowed by my asshole, the ring clenching down behind his crown.
I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I couldn't stop myself--it was everything I'd hoped it would be and more, and we'd barely started. "M-more, Daddy!" I begged, my toes clenching as I braced myself. "Please, please, please, give me more of your cock! Open me up!"
He grinned, and smacked my ass again. "This is why we couldn't do this yesterday, boy. Take it..."
Those last two words were a demanding hiss as he pushed into me, more and more of that thick, veiny dick stretching my anus out to a degree I wouldn't have thought possible prior to this moment. The lube helped, but I was definitely experiencing the pain he warned me about. I didn't care about the pain. I wanted more, and braced myself as he fed more and more of that meaty dick up my ass, until finally, I felt his heavy balls resting above mine.
Despite his own need, he paused there for a long moment, savoring the sensation of my tight passage gripping around his dick, helping me to become accommodated to the sensation of being impossibly stretched. "You feel so fucking good, boy," he growled in praise, which caused my own dick to lurch, a little shot of precum leaking out.
Just as he predicted, I felt the pain being washed away in that moment, replaced by a stronger, hotter pleasure that jolted through my body. I was ready, and I showed him by slowly starting to rock my hips, fucking myself on his cock to the tune of a lewd schlick-schlick-schlick as I took his lube-and-precum-slick cock. I could feel my butthole stretching as I pushed toward him, and tugging as I drew back, so I am certain he could feel it, too. He could probably even see that pucker stretching and tugging around his dick.
That was when he took control. Squeezing my hips, he held me still, and started buttfucking me in earnest. The sound of his balls smacking against me rang out through the campsite as he drilled that veiny orcish meat into me time and time again, and though he started with a slow pace, his lust drove him to a brisk pounding before long. It was a good thing we were so remote, because the sounds of his body colliding with mine, combining with my whorish moans and his masculine grunts painted an unmistakable soundscape of the molten hot gay sex taking place in the tent.
"Good boy," he growled, leaning over my back to deliver those words directly into my ear. "You're taking Daddy's dick so fucking well... you should be proud."
I moaned hard at those words, and they ended up being the catalyst I needed. Without touching my cock a single time all night, he had me shooting my load, pumping that pearly orc seed in lewd ropes across the furs beneath us. I managed to groan out a moan-addled, "I'm cumming, Daddy!" mid-climax, though it's certain that he knew. If it wasn't the musky smell, it was the way my butthole fluttered around his cock as I came, clenching and massaging that very welcome invader.
He grunted hard as he felt my asshole milking him, his fingers clutching at my asscheeks as he tried to hold on, but the moment was too much. His balls slammed in hard as he hilted himself, and I got the privilege of feeling that hot, hard cock throbbing inside me. I felt hyper-aware to the point that I swore I could feel the seed as it rushed up his long, veiny shaft to be spilled deep into my guts. Pushing my hips back, I grinded my ass against his loins as he bred me, just like I begged him to do. Spurt after spurt of potent orc sperm filled me, enhancing the sense of pride I was already feeling.
I pleased him. I made him cum. I moaned at the thought, glancing over my shoulder to meet his eyes as I crooned, "Ooohfuck... I can fucking feel it, Daddy... I can feel your cum filling me up. Fuck... hngh...it feels so fucking hot... fucking knock my gay ass up..."
He smacked my ass again, causing the hairy green cheeks to wobble. "Get fucking impregnated, slut boy... fuck... that hole is still fucking milking me..."
We stayed like that for several minutes, neither of us ready for the connection to end. Eventually, his cock slipped out of me, and like a cork was popped, I immediately felt his hot semen trickling out of my well-used anus, dribbling onto my balls. It must have been just as hot for him, watching his jizz leaking out of me. I loved that feeling. I loved knowing his cum was in me.
There wasn't much conversation in the waning hours of the night. We already said everything we needed to say with our words and our bodies, so sleep crept up faster than I'd have thought. He slept beside and behind me, with his cock against my ass and his arm around my chest.
I never slept better.
