Slave to She-Orc Cock Ch. 01

Hey there Literotica! This is my first ever attempt and submission of erotica. It's a plot that has been done a few times, but I plan to take it about 5 steps further. On that note, there is femdom and male sub in this one.

Future stories will get progressively nasty, including but not limited to, futa on male/female, piss and scat, non-con, incest, feminization/crossdressing, non human and what ever kink strikes my sinful fancy. You've been warned.

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Faelen sighed as he stood up, brushing dirt off his tunic. This deep into Algorah Forest, it should be easier to find the herbs he was looking for, and it was the optimal time to harvest them too. Why wasn't there any Fallvem Root around? 'Oh well, I'll just have to keep looking,' he thought to himself.

He needed the herb to mix up potions of pliability, not something that sold as well as his usual brews when he took them to market. But he needed them, or more accurately his wife, Korithia, had demanded them upon realizing that she was pregnant. Being the only alchemist in his village, it was up to him to find the herb and create the potion.

Faelen sighed, stretched and wandered a bit further down the banks of the stream he was following to continue his search. Coming back without the herbs was not an option. Korithia had let him know in very loud and harsh terms that she refused to gain the stretch marks or flabby skin that was common among the wives of the farming village they both grew up in. She had been doing a lot of that lately, the shouting.

'Maybe it's the hormones', he wistfully dreamed. He sighed again. He knew it wasn't the hormones, it was a much deeper problem than that. The sweet girl he had known and admired his whole life just wasn't the person he had thought she was.

A cycle younger than his nineteen years, the eighteen-year-old red haired beauty he courted and married not only 3 months ago, had faded away rather quickly after the Church officiated joining ceremony. In her place was an identical looking, violent-tempered woman with a colder heart than he had thought.

They had both grown up in Taremit Village, Korithia the daughter of a farmer, Faelen the son of the village herbalist. Faelen had been formed to leave home at the age of eighteen, something he had been expecting, given that he was a bastard.

The man who raised him, Hamdell, was a retired soldier, who had been away on campaign fighting the Great Kargor Orc Horde when a traveling elven bard had passed through the village. Needing some ointment on a scratch he had received, the bard visited Marissa, the village herbalist who was married to Hamdell. Sweet-talked by his bardic skills and elvish fair looks, she ended up carrying his children.

When Hamdell returned from the war to find his wife swollen with twins that couldn't have been his, he wasn't pleased, but apparently had the decency to raise them with her. A gruff military man, he had been a hard father, particularly to Faelen and his twin sister Kaleria, who both differed markedly from the rest of the family with their bright blond hair, pale skin, slightly pointed ears and willow figures. Hamdell constantly pushed Faelen's two older brothers and younger sister to build muscle, which seemed to be far easier for the pure-blooded humans than for Faelen or Kaleria.

At least Marissa, his mom, had taught him all she knew of her herbalist profession, something at which Faelen excelled. He had even been taught alchemy for a few years after he turned fourteen when he was apprenticed to a guild brewer a few towns over. Apparently, herbalism and alchemy can naturally to elves, and it had allowed Faelen to not need worry over his financial future, people always had an ailment.

After he had turned eighteen, he had sold a bevy of potions that he had mixed up in preparation for his independence, fetching a fair bit of coin. He was able to afford a small but well-built cottage outside of the village, on the outskirts of Algorah Forest. It helped the land there was cheap, and he had access to plenty of herbs.

The night of Faelen and Korithia's joining, he had seen the hint of disappointment in her eyes when she gazed upon his slender half-elf form. He didn't have the muscle that was present on the sons of farmers and working tradesmen in Taremit. The look in her eyes had only grown when she saw what he was... endowed with. The resulting performance stress and vigorous encouragement of pre-marital abstinence by the Church had made their consummation embarrassingly short. Their follow up attempts had fared only slightly better, with him barely managing to accomplish the deed. Faelen thought he even had heard her mutter about him needing to brew an endurance potion.

Not that that would have helped, endurance potions only gave the body energy, and his problem was he barely lasted a half-minute under her touch. Growing up with older brothers, Faelen seen enough glimpses during their monthly baths in the village river to know that he had less than half the length of others his height. Thankfully, he wasn't teased for it, since he was too self-conscious about his lack of body hair to expose himself the way the men did. Sometimes being a half-elf sucked.

Faelen paused in his search for Fallvem Root, a tear in his eye and frown on his lips remembering what had happened right before he went out to the forest. He had finally worked up the nerve to proposition his own wife after the last few attempts. It was shortly after she had found out she was pregnant, and she had not taken it well.

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"Really? You already managed to sow your seed already, despite... everything," she had snorted, waving a hand to dismissively gesture at his loins. "There's no more reason for me to play with your little toy. If I had wanted a real man, I would have married one."

Faelen's heart plummeted as he stood in shock. "W-what?" he whispered, "We promised in front of the gods to live and love togeth-"

"Faelen, I could've had my pick of the men in Taremit," sighed Korithia, suggestively running her hands over the curves of her body. "Good, strong men, with good strong cocks."

Faelen gasped, unused to her speaking in such vulgar terms.

"But I didn't want to marry them, and do you know why?" She continued without waiting for him to answer, "because I didn't want to marry a farm boy and be another farmers wife. Working my fingers to the bone with backbreaking work, while I bear another child every gods-damn year." Korithia was yelling now, "I wanted someone who would let me live the way I DESERVE! Not someone who would have me turn into a weathered cow with saggy udders, like mymom. So just be happy that your wife is carrying your child."

Faelen's eyes were watering as he stood in the room in front of her, under her angry stare. "B-but I'm your husband," he warbled. "Our vows... we promised to provide and fulfill each other."

"Faelen, you couldn'tfulfill me with that little worm," she smirked. "That tiny thing barely enters me when it's at the hilt." Korithia ignored the tear dripping down Faelen's face and continued coldly, "it barely enters me anyway before you blow your load! The only reason you managed to knock me up was because your tiny dick was so useless, it had a freakish bucket of cum to spare."

Faelen stood there, wilting in from of her, confidence and happiness destroyed. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as she humiliated him. He choked back a sob at the memory of the sticky mess he had made at every fumbled attempt of sex. His balls had indeed spewed sticky ropes that were seemingly disproportionate to his diminutive penis.

Korithia spun around and walked toward his apothecary workbench. "I don't think it even poked out of my hand when I grabbed it, right?" She walked back over to him holding an empty potion flask. "Let me see if I'm right. Take it out and show me."

Faelen was bewildered now. "What are you talking about," he spluttered, spraying the tears that had settled on his lips. "You want me to show it to you?"

Not wanting to be yelled at more, and desperately wanting to get this over with and leave, he figured to just do as she said or get belittled again. He hiked up his tunic and unlaced his breeches, fumbling as he did so. His limp hairless equipment soon was exposed, all arousal that had initiated this failed attempt was gone.

"Now hold it in your hand, go on. Every time I touch it, you cum right then and there," Korithia sneered. "See! It doesn't even come out of your hand."

Faelen knew she was right, his hand curled around it, barely had the tip stop at his finger and thumb, and that was fully erect. As it was now it only was halfway across his palm. He glanced up to see his wife staring at his clasped package. Still woefully inexperienced, even this negative attention and exposing himself made him slightly aroused, making his smooth white penis stretch out to barely poke out of his encircled hand.

"See how pathetic that is? Well it's not going back in me for a long time, years at least." She smirked again, "but I did swear to keep you fulfilled, didn't I? Here, take this."

She spit in the empty flask, a large glob of shining saliva on the inside of the lip, slowly running down the neck. Faelen took it hesitantly after she held it out to him.

"Pour it on."

Faelen looked at her in disbelief. What was she doing? He was so confused how he should feel, but his little pecker was still erect, loving any-and-all attention. Looking at his wife, he slowly tipped over the flask and poured her spit over his cock. He shuddered; the warm slime felt strangely pleasant on his member. The addition made his dick perk upwards, and his foreskin rolled back as the head was exposed, it was a bright pink that contrasted with the paleness of his shaft.

"Oh gods," Korithia breathed, "did you just get harder from my spit?"

His dick now poking upward slightly, the spit slowly started sliding down his shaft, a trail of saliva running down the base and onto his balls. The sliminess on such a sensitive area was almost intoxicating.

"Well? I told you I would keep you fulfilled. Release your seed into the bottle."

Faelen stared at her, unsure how to proceed.She doesn't really want this, right? Not after what she said. Maybe it's just a joke and I-

"NOW!" she suddenly exploded. "Jerk that worthless cock off into the bottle!"

Faelen immediately curled his fingered over his spit-soaked rod, spreading her saliva over his shaft. The moisture was undeniably pleasing, reminding him of the brief time he had been inside her. He twisted his hand, rotating his fingers and palm around his penis, and shuddered. The friction combined with the slimy spit was heavenly, his hand sliding over his shaft made his body jerk in pleasure.

"Wow, you really like this, huh?" Korithia jeered. "Is it even long enough to actually jerk? Go on, try."

Faelen heard her and instantly obeyed. Despite, or perhaps because of, her humiliating words, he wasn't used to sexual situations, and lust clouded his brain. He ran his forefinger and thumb up and down his slick shaft, gasping when he simulated the head. Spit was pushed up and down, and the globs that went down ran down to his balls. Without thinking, he attempted to wipe it off, but ended up rubbing his now lubed sack, the novel sensation eliciting another gasp. He rolled his sticky balls in his hand before unconsciously deciding the saliva was losing its sliminess.

Faelen brought the flask up to his mouth, still rubbing his sack with his other hand, and spit into the container, not noticing the taunting chuckle from his wife. He poured the second glob of spit on his cock, the already wet shaft causing more to slid down than before. He was panting now, the sensation too good to stop. Masturbation was a difficult thing to do with a large family and small house, and he had not much experience. He arched his back reflexively, pointing his little member into the air and brought the opening of the flask to encircle his slit.

A glob of spit slid off his dick and down the side of his balls, following gravity's call lower. It slid past his scrotum and down his taint, before dripping into his crack. Faelen's eyes widened and he let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan.

"Jerk that useless twig! Make sure all that disgusting cum goes in the bottle! I want to see how much those malformed bits of yours actually make," Korithia commanded.

Hearing those words, Faelen moaned again and arched a little higher, causing the spit in his ass crack to run down and end on his tight asshole. His back snapped forward as he hunched over automatically. His slimy balls tightened, and he felt a rush surge through him unlike anything else.

Cum spewed out as he furiously masturbated, the first rope splashing into the flask as Faelen let out another embarrassing moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Spurt after spurt gushed out, quickly filling the fist sized glass container to the brim with his spunk in less than half a minute.

The last two squirts squeezed past the head of his cock and overflowed onto the hand clenching the flask. Faelen felt the warmth of his own cum as strands slowly dribbled down over his fingers. Faelen shuddered one last time and pulled the flask away from his wilting dick, letting his tunic drop back down to cover him.

The lust filled cloud that had fogged his mind receded as Faelen was left holding a flask of his own seed in a hand slimed with his own cum. Out of habit he placed the topper into the flask, sealing it off and displacing more of his cum, which ran down the side of the glass and joined sticky mess on his hand. He presently realized Korithia was laughing at him.

"You are absolutely pathetic," she chuckled. It was the first time she cracked a real smile the whole conversation. "I thought you were small and inexperienced, but that was the most turned on I've seen you. You loved that!"

Faelen stuttered, "Yo- you told me to. I was just doing what you wanted..." he trailed off and gave her a weak smile.

Her smile disappeared from her face in an instant. "I thought it was a woman finally touching you that made you blow so quickly. Now I see it was just you getting to release your smelly cum, like some fourteen-year-old touching himself for the first time. You still only lasted less than a minute."

She paused and looked at the flask overflowing with sticky white seed and Faelen's hand threatening to drip onto the fur rug below. "If asingle drop of that disgusting spunk lands on the fur, I will make your life hell." She paused again, "Actually, I want you to put it back where it came from. Lick it up, and I won't treat you like the dirt you are."

Faelen boggled his eyes at her.She can't really mean that. She's toying with me, right? Faelen looked at her face. There was no mirth or compassion. Deciding to play it safe, he brought his slimed hand up to his face.

Looking closely, he could see the cum in detail. Some rivulets were more clear, some were thick and almost lumpy with gooey cum. It was still warm from his ball and slowly sliding down his hand. And the smell! He unintentionally got a hint of it, and automatically inhaled more as his brain tried to identify the scent, then nearly gagged. It was overpowering and smelled like curdled milk.

It looks like it too, Faelen thought to himself. Taking another glance at his wife and seeing no leniency, he hesitantly flicked his tongue out to catch the rope the had oozed down the farthest. Tasting his own seed, he nearly retched. It tasted like nothing he could compare to and had a slippery slimy texture that seemed to spread around until it coated his mouth. He swallowed to try to get rid of the flavor but had spread it around too much and mostly swallowed his own spit.

After he calmed himself down, he realized it hadn't beenthat bad. Certainly not amazing, but if this is what it took to get his newly (or perhaps not so newly) hostile wife to back off, then he could do it.

He licked up another drop, a larger one this time, and swallowed. It was better than the first time, now that he knew what to expect. The taste slightly less disgusting, the texture not all that bad. The sliminess was a new sensation against his tongue and let his tongue slide along his teeth with ease. The stickiness on the inside of his cheeks was even more unfamiliar and ensured that he wouldn't get the taste out of his mouth anytime soon.

Faelen had the sudden thought strike him that he was standing in front of someone he had tried to impress his whole life, licking his sticky seed and swirling it around in his mouth like a 2 copper whore. For some reason Faelen didn't understand, the thought made him slightly aroused.

He decided that slowly tasting was not the best way to get this over with, and took another lick, this one much larger. He slide his tongue over his fingers, trying to clean them off, before he moved to where his thumb and forefinger were wrapped around the bottleneck. This is where the majority of the cum had ended up, in a sticky, gooey pool.

He tried to lap it up with his tongue but it didn't seem to work, to he ran his lips around it and slurped it up with a painfully audible squelching. Faelen immediately realized that lapping it up hadn't worked because he hadn't swallowed what he had licked off his fingers before, now it was a pool in his mouth. Faelen gulped it down, feeling the gooey liquid slowly slide down his throat, coating it in a thick glaze.

Faelen became aware that he was aroused, his fully erect penis sticking at rigid attention under his tunic. For the first time in his life Faelen was glad it was small because Korithia didn't notice it, too busy staring at the spectacle he provided with his mouth.

Faelen moved onto the bottleneck, licking and slurping his creamy seed off the glass, before returning to his hand and sucking his fingers one at a time, cleaning them off. He gave a final swallow, and his spilt load was gone, found only in a coating in his mouth and throat, as well as globs in his stomach. He returned his gaze to Korithia.

"Well... you certainly cleaned it up. You could have stopped at just the mess about to drip to the ground, but you sucked down your load like it was sweet cream."

Faelen blushed a bright red, hoping she wouldn't notice he had become painfully hard during the process. "Well, so, now we're good right?" he asked uncertainly and held out the sealed bottle of his seed she made him fill in offering.

She laughed at the sight of him trying to give her spit shined flask. "Good? No. I told you I won't treat you like the dirtyou are," she said, stressing the words to let him know she clearly thought he was. "But we aren't 'good.' I meant what I said earlier, I married you for your job, not your cock. I'm pregnant with your child, so you get what you want too. From now on, don't bother me. You work, you provide, but you leave me alone. You have nothing else to offer me."

She gave a meaningful look at the flask Faelen was still holding out. "I certainly don't need to see you unclothed ever again and I have no use for...your potion."

She barked out a short mirthless laugh and walked out of the room, leaving Faelen standing there with tears in his eyes, cum on his lips and a stiff little boner poking through his unlaced breeches.

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Faelen's eyes watered as he thought about the past day. After he had gathered himself at the house, Korithia had announced he needed to make her potions of elasticity. He responded the journey to gather the herbs would take at least a week there, a week back through the forest. In truth, it was less than day round trip, but he wanted the space, and she hadn't seemed to care.