By: SuperBeak
Priestess threw herself over the top of her incapacitated party member. This would do little to protect her unfortunately as the Goblins simply kicked her off. Pathetically, she ragdolled off to the side, whimpering in pain as she helplessly watched the filthy creatures ripping off her friend’s clothing. Unable to contain her fear any longer, her bladder let go. Urine left her body, soaking into her panties and leggings before trickling down her legs and onto the floor.
“Hm?” One goblin sniffed, before looking at the Priestess.
Seeing the poor girl soil herself was the height of the goblins' day so far, both of them laughed loudly before turning their attention back to the incapacitated mage. As the sound of fabric being torn rippled through the cave, echoing unendingly into the darkness. One sound stood out.
Thud, thud, thud…
Followed by a light clinking of metal and the subtle crackling of a torchlight, there was only one thing it could be.
Heavy footsteps.
As if it were a miracle, Priestess could see the light flickering, getting brighter and brighter as whomever it was approached from behind the Goblins.
Noticing the incoming threat, the two goblins turned around. There it was, a dark silhouette, whose features were mostly hidden by the cave's darkness, an arm being the only part of them illuminated by the torch’s flame.
“Raagh!”
Priestess thought that the gut-wrenching scream had come from one of the Goblins. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she could see that it wasn’t. The scream, now deciphered as a battle-cry, had come from the mysterious silhouette.
Seemingly in an instant, the mysterious figure had closed the distance between them and the goblins. Thrusting a large polearm, the figure impaled one of the goblins before swinging it to the right, sending both goblins into the cave wall.
The second goblin whimpered, trying to push the impaled body of the other goblin off to free itself.
It was no use.
The figure walked up to them, bringing a large, wooden club to bear.
Priestess only closed her eyes, not wanting to witness such an act of brutality, even for creatures as filthy as goblins.
“Hmm…” The figure grumbled, before looking down at the Priestess and the incapacitated mage.
As they got closer, more of the figure was seemingly illuminated by the light. It was a large, female orc. Her green, heavily scarred skin stood out the most amongst all of her features. She was wearing a simple, brown leather strip skirt around her waist and a brown, leather bra the only thing to cover her torso. Other than that, she had simple elbow pads and knee pads, and a decently sized sack draped over her shoulder. She was muscular and sweaty, despite the lack of light, the torch light was enough to leave her body slightly gleaming.
“You are… girl… girl is okay?”
“Y-Y-Yes! I’m okay!”
It was then the Orc lady looked closer at the cowering Priestess, seeing the arrow in her shoulder. Without asking, she grabbed the arrow, yanking it out quickly.
“Gah!” She yelped.
“Better now…” The Orc Lady replied, before pulling a small vial out of her sack. “Arrow… Poison… Drink…”
Priestess nervously accepted the vial. Popping the cork off, she hesitantly raised it up to her mouth. A waft of bitter, natural scent washed over her and into her nostrils as she tipped the vial into her mouth, taking a sip.
“Blergh! Hack!” She coughed, nearly throwing it all back up.
The taste was awful. A mix of sourness, spice, and bitterness all in one little container.
“Heh… Medicine… never taste good…” The orc chuckled, before motioning for the Priestess to follow her. “Come now… more goblins need kill…”
Sometime later, the Orc Lady had done her job, annihilating every single goblin left in the cave with utmost ease. Though not very meticulous in planning, the orc was a more than capable warrior, reacting more than quick enough to avoid goblin traps, ambushes and wielding enough skill and brute strength to best even the strongest of Hobgoblins or Goblin Champions in battle.
Much like other adventurers, she was one who didn’t normally take goblin killing quests but a particular “itch” as she would call it, kept bugging her about this quest in particular.
Her body’s intuition would prove right, leading her to rescuing the few survivors of Priestess’ original party. The Priestess herself and the Fighter, both of whom had been injured, one of them more injured than the other.
“Disgusting creatures… like orc… but small… fake…” She said, walking by the corpses of dead goblins as she carried the fighter out of the cave, with Priestess not far behind.
“She’s tall…” Priestess thought to herself.
It was a true thought, now that they were nearing the light, Priestess could really see how tall… and muscular, the Orc Lady was. As they stood, Priestess’ head height was barely above the Orc Lady’s ass.
As they left the cave entrance, it seemed that someone was waiting for them.
“The goblins…?” The mysterious figure asked, standing near the entrance, weiding a small torch, a short sword, and a small, rounded shield. His armor was shabby, well-worn and dirty, though the uncleanliness appeared deliberate.
“Goblin Slayer…” The orc muttered, before putting the fighter girl down in the grass in front of him.
“Hey… Are the Goblins….?” His voice trailed off. He simply went quiet, pointing into the entrance of the cave.
“Dead.”
“I see… The girl…?”
“Captured… need medicine…you take back to town?”
“Hmmm…” He muttered, kneeling down by the fighter. “I can handle that…”
Without wasting much time, Goblin Slayer took off, carrying the wounded fighter in his arms. It was then the Orc Lady turned, looking at Priestess. Her bright yellow eyes staring deep into the Priestess' psyche. Without saying a word, the Orc Lady only held out a hand, as if expecting some form of payment.
“O-Oh! R-right!” Priestess exclaimed, feeling around herself for any coins she may have.
Nothing.
Priestess began to panic slightly, having realized that she had no money and little else to offer as payment.
Trembling, she looked up at the Orc Lady.
“Sorry…I… have no money…” She said, sadly.
The Orc only sighed, shaking her head.
“No money…? come here…”
Without many other options, Priestess hesitantly stepped forward. As if by magic, as she stepped forward, a golden, glittering glow began to surround her neck and her wrists.
“H-Huh?!” She gasped.
Unable to resist the magic, Priestess could only watch in horror as the glitter started to fade, revealing metal cuffs that bound her wrists, a metal collar manifesting around her neck, and a chain, linking all of them together. Eyeing the chain, Priestess could see that it led somewhere– following it up, she realized that it led to one place.
The Orc Lady’s hand.
“W-w-what’s… what’s going on…?”
The Orc Lady suddenly tugged on the chain, causing Priestess to fall forward and into her chest.
“I save life, not for free… you serve me until pay off… good?”
Seeing she had no other choice, Priestess nodded.
“Good. Killing goblins makes me sweat…” She muttered, before pulling the string to her leather skirt, it and all her waist gear dropping to the ground with a loud clang.
Priestess gasped, flustered at how bold the Orc was. Though she turned to look away, curiosity got the better of her— turning to look, she could see the Orc Lady’s sweaty, green womanhood out in the open, steam practically emanating off of it from how sweaty she was.
“W-w-what are you doing?!” She exclaimed, blushing profusely.
“Come here…”
Priestess walked forward nervously, her gaze now thoroughly fixated on the Orc Lady’s lack of under clothing.
“B-b-but y-your clothes…?”
“No need. Come here…”
Priestess hesitantly closed the distance between them, her eyes glued to the Orc Lady’s womanhood.
Without a moment’s notice, the Orc Lady grabbed Priestess by her head, shoving her head into her crotch.
“MMmmph?!”
“Lick.”
Priestess winced as she heard the command given to her, seeing as she was face deep in the large woman’s genitalia, smelling it, feeling it, the last thing she wanted to do was taste it. The smell alone was awful enough, as it became evident to Priestess, that the Orc Lady hadn’t bathed in quite some time, maybe even never– as the stale, sweaty smell penetrated her gentle nostrils.
“Mmph! Mmmf!”
Protest as she might, Priestess definitely didn’t have the strength to escape the Orc's monstrous grip. Holding her head in place with ease.
“Less complaining, more licking…”
Reluctantly, Priestess opened her mouth, knowing that the more she protested– the longer she’d be stuck in this compromising position unbefitting of one who served the Earth Mother. Sticking out her tongue, she started giving it quick little licks all the way around the labia. With each lick, she fought her gag reflex, the taste was as stale and slimy as one could expect, her tongue sticking to the Orc Lady’s skin with a texture one could only describe as a thick glue.
“Taste good…?” The Orc asked, looking at the tears welling up in the poor girl’s eyes. “Haven’t bathed in… I forget… been too long…you make clean, yes?”
She wasn’t joking.
Priestess could tell by the smell and texture, let alone the taste, that she wasn’t lying.
“Hurgh!” She gagged, each lick pulling a thick glob of salty, crusted sweat into her mouth. Which would melt and begin to gunk up in her throat.
When she gagged, her tongue thrusted up again, slapping itself closer to the Orc Lady’s clit. Splattering into the glue-like sweat on the Orc Lady’s skin, causing her to gag again, a horrid cycle.
“Oooh~? Blonde girl… eager…?” The Orc rather seductively replied, using her free hand to caress the girl’s hair. “Lick as much…as you want…”
Unbeknownst to either of them, the magic chains attached to the Priestess began to glow. As the chains glowed, Priestess’ body began to misbehave– with every passing second, she began to feel hotter and hotter, her already soiled undergarments beginning to get wet yet again, though this time with a different fluid. As her body warmed up, so did her tempo in licking.
“Ahhann!!?” Priestess yelped, trying to figure out what her body was doing.
“Ohh~! Mmmmfffgh~!” The Orc Lady moaned loudly. It was rather convenient that the goblin’s cave was out of the way from any paths or passerby, as the Orc found her normally stoic composure crumbling at the feeling of using a Priestess in such a violating manner.
“Why… why am I licking so much?! B-body, please stop!” Priestess thought, the thoughts in her mind racing at the speed of sound. “What would the other priestesses think?! Am I really defiling myself this way? What’s happening to me? Oh merciful Earth Mother, please forgive my sexual transgressions!”
Unfortunately her faith-fueled cries would fall on deaf ears. As soon, her situation would get far… far worse.
After several lust-filled minutes had passed, the Orc Lady was getting close to climaxing, not willing to let her fun end so soon, she finally released her hand off of the Priestess’ head.
“Puah~!” She exclaimed, breathing in the fresh air greedily.
“Ha…” The Orc Lady sighed, letting her breathing slow down– shivering from her near climax experience.
Priestess meanwhile, was on her knees, gagging as she spat up mouthfuls of thick, sour goo. But before she could fully recover, the Orc Lady grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up.
“You… lick good…” She said, giving the Priestess a sly smile.
To Priestess’ horror, the Orc Lady began to turn, bringing her massive, green ass around, standing inches away from her face.
“Now…ass…worship…” She said, using one hand to pull a cheek slightly to the side. “Sniff…”
Despite her mind protesting immensely, Priestess' body reacted immediately to the Orc Lady’s command. Instantly turning in, putting her nose only an inch away from the Orc’s reeking, sweaty pucker.
“Wait… no, no, no!”
“-snfffff- URGK! HACK!”
Despite her mind protesting the action profusely, the magical chain’s influence easily overpowered her rejection. Instead choosing to lean in and take a long, hard sniff, only to recoil in coughing and gagging at the awful smell of the Orc’s unwashed, sweaty shithole.
“-sniff- HRG!”
“Smell good…?” The Orc Lady asked, now using both her hands to spread her cheeks apart.
“-snifffffffff- HLBRK!”
“Go… deeper…”
Priestess leaned in even closer, her nose right on the cusp of penetrating into the Orc’s asshole. She wanted nothing more than to pull away and wash her face forever, not feeling as if she could ever properly clean again thanks to this experience.
“-sniffffffffff- PBLRVVK!”
For several minutes, Priestess wept and gagged quietly as she obediently sniffed away. Her nose running as her nostrils burned, sniff after sniff of the Orc’s horrid stink practically singeing any nose hairs of hers. Though in typical fashion— this wasn’t the end. As she sniffed, she could hear some peculiar noises…a gurgling… coming suspiciously from the Orc’s guts.
“Ergh…” She groaned, letting go of her cheeks, causing them to slap shut around Priestess' poor face.
Priestess would have begun worrying if she could see what was happening, though if it weren’t for Priestess being stuck in a musk drunk haze, the sounds of the Orc’s guts would’ve been a dead giveaway of what was about to unfold.
“G-Girl… butthole…itchy… use nose… scratch…”
Against everything her mind told her to do, Priestess' body shoved her face right into the grimy asshole, running her face up and down the orc’s crack and digging her nose into the stinking pucker.
“Mmm~ Good…” The Orc Lady moaned, enjoying the feeling of the Priestess soft nose rubbing against the foulest part of her body.
“PFRT!”
“HMPH?!”
The soothing feeling of having her asshole itched relaxed the Orc lady, a little too much. Relieving her tension on her bowels made it so that any of the gas she had built up was now starting to worm its way out, much to the poor Priestess’ dismay.
“Ufgh…” The Orc winced at the smell of her own gas. Raising a hand, she fanned it in front of her face, trying to push the stench away from her nose.
Her stomach rumbled again.
“Grrr…” She growled quietly, wrapping her arms around her stomach. “Rations… upset… tummy… you sniff up smell, yes?”
Priestess didn’t respond, her body sniffing away at the first little eruption that the Orc Lady had let out.
Looking over her shoulder and seeing the Priestess obey, the Orc only nodded and began grunting.
“Ooohmf~!” She moaned, before…
“PFFRRRRBBRRRPPPT!”
Relaxing, the Orc Lady let out an absolutely colossal fart, the force of which blowing Priestess hair back. Much to the detriment of Priestess’ nose, this fart didn’t dissipate like normal, instead it was heavy. The damp, horrid smell loitered around her head like a thick fog, just waiting to enter her lungs as the magical bindings forced her to sniff over and over again.
The Orc Lady sniffed the air around her, herself… Soon realizing that the Priestess had done her job quite well, she couldn’t smell a thing from that last fart. Since the girl was seemingly more than willing to inhale the smell, the Orc Lady shrugged, deciding to just begin releasing as much gas as she possibly could.
“BRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPPT!”
“KFFFFFRRRRRRRRT!”
“FFFRRRRUUUUURRRRPPPT!”
Fart after fart erupted from the Orc’s dirty, unwashed asshole. For what felt like hours, Priestess was subjected to some of the worst smells she’d ever experienced in her life. Every sniff, every breath, was filled with the air coming from the Orc’s most vile part of her body. Priestess could do nothing but cry and gag as her reflex was tripped over and over again. Every fiber of her being rejecting the smell, but the bindings keeping her in place and sniffing.
Finally, after almost an hour of breathing nothing but pure gas, Priestess’ body finally gave out. The sweet relief of unconsciousness felt like a mercy, sparing her from having to smell any more gas, at least for the moment, as she slipped away.
The Orc Lady, having been satisfied with the Priestess’ performance as her own personal sweat rag and fart sniffer, decided to keep her and continue using her. Grabbing the Priestess and throwing her over her shoulder, she began gathering her things and getting ready to head back into town.
“Hmmf… long walk… get sweaty again” She said, before starting her long journey with the Priestess, completely dozed off on her shoulder. “Not… matter… make girl lick again… later…”