By The Light(WoW, Yrel x Orc, Futa)

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the offer. Even of her kind.

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They’re not beasts to be yoked or feared. They’re hardly noble savages-their culture, for what it is, easily meets it’s rivals. While it’s rare they turn their backside-it does happen. Like right now. I’d been trying to ignore her for the better part of an hour.

Well, make that four months. But for a scribe she worked cheap and quick. I had every reason to fire her, and had thought of it more in the last week. But the cause was hardly her own. No, the root of it all was mine. Every shift of my hooves reminded me of just that. But Llara, she didn’t seem to notice or care. Always asking if I was running a fever due to the sweating. Always asking if I’d strained a muscle in my legs.

“Oh, I’ve a salve for that,” she’d say. Her tusks would jut up from a smile as she tilted her head. Always towards the back room-the one without a window, that locked from the inside. I’d smile and laugh as I waved the suggestion away. She would roll her eyes as she said “Well Yrel, if you change your mind…”. Her tone would drift to a faint whisper, her hands suddenly busy with paper work.  Hunched over scrolls as she was, I’d take in every supple inch.

Then would come a thud beneath my desk. I’d turn my attention back to causes that mattered. Victories I could win.

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the offer, even of Llara.

But it was the first time she had asked during a heat.

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They say you get used to them with time. That as all things, they pass. If you steel yourself in the light, you won’t even notice it’s there.

They’re all wrong, of course. Every little wive’s tale, every joking utterance or dogmatic phrase. All these little ways to get rid of a heat, but they fail the simplicity of the obvious. Just do it. Find a partner, find a corner, and let it go. However undignified it might be, it was freedom. Quick and true and pure.

But I didn’t have freedom. Not since before the chains came upon me. They were gone, along with the demure girl they held. But the longing, it never really went away. Every part of my being gave a resolute “no” at the slightest palpatation. That didn’t stop me from thinking about it, though. Sometimes I’d sit here a long while, the ghost of Velen and others whispering in my ear. I’d ask myself if any of this was truly worth it.  I’d almost convince myself-I’d get so close.

Then Llara would come in with a smile, her emerald skin brilliant in the light. She’d give a greeting, her cheeks tinging as she saw me.

I wasn’t so sure after that.

Llara had been different from the moment she joined our cause. Orcs defied convention, but Llara had broken every expectation. Always quick with a smile, every part of her seemed rounded and soft. She seemed more at peace speaking than swinging an axe. Which was fine by us-the light had room for all types. And I’d been in such need of a scribe.

Or had I?

When the heats came, it didn’t ruin. Rather, it rounded all thought. Just as Llara herself jiggled with every step, so too came decisions. I didn’t compromise. Not even for a moment. I simply made the easier choices. Delegated and directed. What could wait, did. What I couldn’t manage, I gave to others.

Those in our cause noticed, but said not a word. Except for Llara. I couldn’t say that she knew the cause of my discretions. Few truly know the minds of another. But Llara’s nostril would flare as she opened the door. She would always pause just a moment, her hand at the door.

Then came the smile, the deepening hue at her cheeks. She would close the door, walking by my desk. The top would be covered by maps and letters, but she would trail her palm across the top. It would come to stop adjacent to mine, and then…

Then she would make that offer.

It wasn’t hard to tell her no. It became such an automatic response. I’d say it, then busy myself with papers and schemes. What was hard was not looking at her. Not noting the way she would bend at the hip. Her bust pressing against the top of her desk as her hips filled my vision.

Once, I lingered just a moment too long. Llara looked back, but I was too slow cutting away. I heard her giggle as my face warmed. I made up an excuse, something to get myself away. Llara, laughter still in her voice, said “well, if it helps the pressure,”.

I told her I was going for a walk. The rest, that I needed to meditate.

Not a one of them bothered me as I stole away to the basement. With the door closed, it was dark as a crypt. My hooves clacked against the stone as I made my way down. My breath was heavy in the stale air as I fumbled with my breeches. I nearly tripped over the things, but as I took the last step I was free.

It was thicker than my tail, but no less warm.

Every caress proved it far more fun to play with as well.

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It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the offer. Not from an orc, or Llara.

But it was the first time I’d given in.

It was like any other day at the garrison. A bit too quiet, but in a way that calmed rather than alarmed. The halls buzzed with the foot falls of boots, the quiet murmur of conversation. I was glancing over reports from the last engagement. With not a single life lost, it should have been endearing.

But my mind was anywhere but that page.

Llara had started her duties early that morning. Her tusks gleamed over her smile as she spotted me. The door closed behind her with a whisper, and she approached my desk.

“Morning Yrel! Anything you need me to do?” She said. Her tone trailed with a rasp I’d grown so accustomed to I almost didn’t notice. But as she passed the edge of my desk, so close to my seat, my ears perked.

“Yrel? Everything okay?” She said. Her dreads fell into view, and my mouth went dry.

“Llara, hello. No, t-there isn’t anything I-you have yet to complete those invoices, correct?” I stuttered out. I bore my vision onto the report before me. I tried to swallow, but it felt like granite.

Llara chuckled and turned. She crossed her arms beneath her bust, her rump resting against the wood. “Well, no. But they can wait. I asked you if everything was okay. Not what work we had. So? Is everything okay?”

I opened my mouth to speak. I willed the words the best I could. But my tongue sat dumb behind my teeth. Llara arched her brow, and drew close. Her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me.

“Yrel, it’s a waste to spill it like that,”

I inhaled, too sharp to hide my embarrassment. Llara chuckled once more. She leaned forward, and made her way to the door. It closed as quiet as before. Llara turned and tilted her head towards the back room.

“So, about that salve…?”

I nearly kicked my chair back as I rose. Llara laughed as she ran towards the door. She paused at the frame, her lips meeting mine as I embraced her. We didn’t close that door quietly, but it didn’t matter. Llara deftly pulled my breeches away as she reached for my girth. She paused as it slapped against her palm, glancing down.

“Oh Yrel, you should have told me!” She said. She looked at me, a smirk cutting behind her tusks. I thought to speak, but found I couldn’t.

Not with cock hitting the back of her throat.

Llara grunted, her head bobbing as she took every inch of me. I wavered, my hooves unsteady as the orc’s tongue rolled. I shot a hand out, steadying myself against the door. Llara glanced at my hand, and pulled me from her lips. My cock rested against her face as she smiled, pressing her lips to the head.

That’s when I finally smelled her. I looked down, and watched as her fingers delved into her dripping cunt.

“For the alliance?” Said the orc with a wink. I tilted my head, laughing as I pulled my cock away. She gasped as it met her face with a smack.

“No, dear. Not them-for the light,”

A single shove. That’s all it took. Llara was smiling as her rump met the floor. I teased her cunt for a moment, the swell of her clit so warm that I shuddered.

Then the heat came.

People have all these solutions. All these ways of beating heats. But with Llara’s green cunt squeezing, her arms wrapped around my neck?

I came back to what I’d known all the while.

The simplest solutions feel the best.