Dream a Little Dream Of - Chapter 3 - Part 2

Chapter 3 - Part 2

Eleven hours earlier.

When the orc first felt the weight settle upon her bed she feigned slumber. She no longer had any patience for the witch's emotional flips or the feeling that she was at all times merely being toyed with. She should probably have signed up with a mercenary guild; at least that way her potential clients could be screened for insanity.

Of course, working within a guild would cost freedoms she was not willing to relinquish, plus the idea on answering to a human sickened her. Orc mercenaries were a rarity in the area and the only orc led guilds she had heard of operated on another continent entirely. While the idea of travelling to a far off land appealed to Ghoen, she knew it was nothing more than a fancy. The orc was bound by honor to remain in the vicinity of her Blood if ever she was needed. She had sacrificed so much for her people, so what was a little more?

Ghoen was lucky her perversion was tolerated as long as it was. She was a lesbian, which was frowned upon among her orc kin, but not prohibited. It was her desire for human women that was her true deviance and one she had suffered greatly for. It had not always been that way; many years ago she had had a human lover that she had cared for deeply. There were in fact several humans among their nomadic clan and they were accepted members if not equals.

That had changed when the Chief Sibyl had decreed that humans were no longer to be allowed to be kept; Ghoen had had no choice but to give in. The Sibyl's word was law and that was that. Ghoen had taken orc lovers since, though none lasted long and all had failed to fulfil her. Eventually her malaise had become too much an issue and she had chosen solitude from her Blood as a temporary solution. She never returned.

Now this small pale blonde human was on her bed, one who looked so much alike to her lover from those many years ago. Ghoen felt an electric excitement running through her that was close to impossible to suppress. She wished that she never laid eyes upon the witch.

When it became clear that she was not going anywhere, Ghoen grumbled, "What?"

"Want to fuck?"

The orc opened her eyes just enough to scowl at her. Ghoen instantly regretted that minor decision. Marenda had brought in a dimly burning lamp that only contained the women within its illuminating sphere; all else was black. It created the illusion that all there was to the world, besides herself, was the witch. She was wearing a white chemise that would have made a more poetical orc write an epic on curve accentuation.

For Ghoen though, it was the nipples. They poked up against the sheer fabric and made little shadows of their own. The mercenary really, really wanted to bite them. She really, really should have kept her eyes closed.

"Leave me be," Ghoen mumbled still staring at the two bumps. What would they taste like?

The enchantress leaned forward, "Is that what you really want?"

"Stop taunting me, temptress!"

"Oh for- How the fuck have I managed to end up with the two most abstinent fucks on this entire fucking medieval fuck world?" the witch placed her hands on her hips which served to tighten her lingerie against her bite size tits even further, "I've not had a girl look at me the way you do for a fair-fucking-while and here I am on a platter! What is your hang up, sweetie?"

The orc kept up her defence, "Not your business, witch!"

Marenda looked ready to burst a vein, however in the last moment regained control, "You know what? You're right. It's none of my business. If you want to keep your damage to yourself, that's your right. I on the other hand, want to do something about how truly terrible I feel. I can't see any good reason why I should wallow in my own self-loathing whilst there is a giant green lesbian who wants to fuck my brains out in my general vicinity."

Ghoen stared at Marenda's breasts.

The witch sighed, "Are you just going to look at them?"

The mercenary seized her wrists and rammed the blonde onto the bed, straddling her in the process, "It is unwise to tease an orc if you value your life!"

"Oh please, oh please don't do anything... unseemly to me!" she squealed.

"Gah. Make up your mind," the orc snarled in frustration.

"What? Oh you were being serious? Sorry, sweetie, I thought you were role playing."

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind. Probably best if I just shut up. Please just fuck me."

Ghoen let go of the witch's wrists and stared down at the strange creature beneath her. Was she really going to this after so many years? Marenda pulled off the nightie, she wore nothing beneath, and pulled herself up to lustfully kiss the warrior. The orc's loins hit boiling point and she kissed back frenziedly; yes she most definitely was going through with this.

The merc decided she was not going to deny having the blonde's nipples between her teeth for a moment longer so she pushed her back into the mattress, hard. The witch's eyes flashed with lust and she almost spoke. Ghoen was thankful that she resisted the urge and fastened her face to Marenda's bosom.

The human curled her hands around the orc's scalp as she feasted on the firm but pliant flesh. Ghoen knew she had to be careful, for her orc teeth were sharp and human skin was easily torn. Nevertheless she could resist nipping the underside of one of the blonde's lovely small tits. The bite elicited a much more positive response than the pain and fear she had worried she had caused. No, Marenda pulled Ghoen even tighter to her bust and gave a low sultry moan that stoked the orc's already rising passion.

With an ample supply of audible and tactile encouragement, the green woman continued marking her new lover's breasts with her sharp canines. Ghoen realized with some alarm that she did indeed wish to mark this witch; though the worry that she had already been marked by something grossly sinister still niggled her mind. As her mind wondered to darker places she became increasingly aware of the blonde's alarmingly low body temperature.

"Why are you so cold," Ghoen decided she needed to know.

The witch smiled coyly, "Maybe you should warm me up?"

"Speak plainly, witch."

The smile switched instantly to exasperation, "Because; vampire."

"I don't know what that means," Ghoen maintained her patience.

"I thought we'd already been through this? Never mind, the only relevance to this situation is that I'm a little chilly to the touch, sweetheart. Is that a problem?"

The orc felt Marenda's patience was more condescending than her own, "No... Yes. You speak in riddles and gibberish. I don't know if you're a fool or I am," her voice broke, "You look so much like her."

"Ghoen, I don't think you a fool and I'm sorry but I can't help the crazy. I can fix the heating problem, however."

The mercenary sighed, "How?"

"Come here," the blonde leaned up to kiss her and the orc responded.

Ghoen knew she did not have the right to let go of her past. She deserved to be haunted by it till the end of her days. Betraying her old lover had been an unavoidable necessity and the burden of that guilt was something she bore willingly as an orc. It was her duty.

The witch released her lips and began nuzzling the orc's neck. Ghoen wondered if this was some trial or torment thought up by the Sibyl to test her loyalty. It was a ludicrous thought; as a lesbian she was unable to hold dominance over men and thus thought of as crippled or less than. She only held value as a warrior and a warrior's value was limited at best. She certainly did not warrant a conspiracy against her.

Maybe she dreaming or had taken one too many blows to the head and her psyche had decided to manifest her guilt in the form of this deranged simulacrum which seemed to have developed a fascination with tenderizing her throat. If the blonde was indeed a nightmare, at least she was a beautiful one.

Marenda's hand went to the other side of the mercenary's jugular and her mouth focused on a single point. As the witch could not see her face from this angle, the orc allowed herself a satisfied smile; she had sorely missed this kind of attention. All of a sudden Ghoen's lips formed an 'O' of surprise as a sensuous tingle rushed over and through her skin. Marenda had seemingly found a sensitive spot that the orc never knew she had had.

Ghoen could not help but close her eyes as the prickling sensation translated directly into a glowing erotic thrill. She could feel her heart speeding up as Marenda kissed, licked and sucked and sucked at her throat. The warrior quickly grew fatigued by the intense feeling, but determinedly held herself up so as to not fall upon her lover and end the kiss. Ghoen quaked and attempted to cry out only to find her voice gone.

The orc knew her self-imposed abstinence would increase her receptiveness, yet this was absurd. She could feel her quim reaching boiling point as her jugular was loudly and lewdly slurped upon. She mouthed the name of her former love as the pressure built and her sense lowered. Then the witch's fingers were travelling down her belly and beneath her night breeches.

The sounds of Ghoen's constrained gasps and Marenda's wet suckling were joined by the subtler noise of the orc's soaking, swollen vulva being parted and explored. The blonde's index finger trailed upwards along Ghoen's slit until it delicately brushed the merest fraction of her clitoris. And that was that.

The orc was accustomed to roaring or screaming out her climax and considering the force and speed at which this one had hit her, she had expected to do just that. Instead she only managed a soft, keening moan as her body trembled its sudden release. Ghoen's vision grew hazy and she swayed on the spot as blood rushed to her nether. The prickling sensation persisted throughout and after the orgasm and only stopped when the witch stopped necking her.

The mercenary slumped down upon her smaller lover and, with a considerable effort, rolled off of her. After that, Ghoen could not do much more than pant and wonder what the fuck had just happened. She heard Marenda swallowing, but did not know what; she had not seen her bring in any water. The witch straddled her hips and grinned a big self-satisfied grin at her. From the deep red flush on the blonde's cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes, Ghoen reckoned a bystander may have been hard pressed to work out which of the two women had been the victim of an earth shattering climax.

Marenda grabbed one of the orc's hands and pressed it to her breast, "See. Warm now."

"Mm," said Ghoen and her hand flopped back down.

The witch was right, she had lost the cool pallor and had replaced it with a warm bloom. Witchcraft most foul the orc decided as her pussy emanated a satisfied buzz. Marenda looked down at her quizzically and the mercenary wanted to say something snippy, however could not muster the necessary effort. When Marenda shifted down to kiss her lips, Ghoen managed to open her mouth enough to let the tongue slip inside.

They shared a slow, soft kiss, which the blonde ended, "Well, traditionally it's my turn now, but if you're just going to lie there..."

Ghoen made an incoherent mumbling noise as Marenda placed light kisses along the orc's large jaw line and down her throat towards her bosom.

The witch stated, "So you're obviously a tits girl. Tell me: do you like receiving attention as much as giving it?"

The orc watched with rapt attention as red lips engulfed the dark green bud that capped her breast. Ghoen hissed her pleasure as her nipples were brought to wet erection by a swirling and flicking tongue. Her state of arousal transitioned from sated to expectant in moments as the small human fondled her sizable bust. The warrior felt fingers teasing the edges of her sodden thatch once more.

"Goodness gracious!" Marenda sampled the sticky residue on her digits, "I suppose that answers that. I wouldn't worry; the lethargy from the kiss should wear off soon, so you just lie back and enjoy this, sweetie. Do you have any requests?"

Too turned on to be truly annoyed, the orc nevertheless growled, "Shut up, witch."

"Regaining your pizzazz already, marvelous," she gave Ghoen an irritatingly sly wink, "And message received; keep my mouth full."

Keeping her eyes locked on Ghoen's, the witch crawled down to between her legs, trailing her nails along the orc's stomach as she did so. Marenda sketched clandestine patterns onto the innermost skin of the mercenary's thighs and ran her fingers through the bristles of her pubic hair.

"Looks like monsoon season started early," the blonde jested as she tickled her labia.

Ghoen grunted a barely audible retort.

"Sorry, what was that?" the witch asked in faux innocence.

"Shut-" the orc's remark devolved into a gurgle when Marenda speared her vagina with her tongue.

The feeling of the dextrous muscle wriggling inside her was exquisite and her hips twitched in response. Ghoen had sorely missed the bliss a talented lover could provide. She decided to focus on the pleasure that was being visited upon her and not the strange visitor who was bringing it.

The witch stopped, "I'm sorry I interrupted you. You were-"

The orc found her strength, grabbed the blonde by her hair and shoved her face back into her sopping mound. Marenda would pay for her wicked infuriation, but now she was going to finish what she started with no more interruptions. The witch giggled her amusement into the warrior's musky pussy, but got back to work almost immediately, re-entering her depths.

Ghoen kept a firm grasp of the witch's hair as she allowed herself to be devoured from the inside out. The orc could not fault her lover's skills as her tongue teased and tormented the pleasure out of her. Marenda interspersed long licks and scoops with rapid grazes and sucks. A finger drew little circles around her perineum and anus, hastening her descent into sexual delirium.

The witch took her on a longer road to climax and soon she was moaning deeply as her pleasure built. Minutes of ecstasy passed her by and as felt herself nearing her cusp, Ghoen realized she had never stopped pressing the witch's haunting face into her feverish vulva, nor had she heard any snatched breaths. In a state of mild panic she released the golden locks from her fist.

Marenda did not stop, in fact she intensified her efforts. The orc felt the tip of a lubricated finger slide into her ass, her clitoral hood pushed back and the pearl within face an ardent suction. Ghoen's own breath left her as her back arched straight off the mattress and she was brought to another overwhelming peak. She crashed back down onto the bed and jerked spasmodically as the blonde chased her pulsing clit wherever it ran.

The witch extracted a few more tingling twitches before finally allowing Ghoen to return to her senses. The warrior had to take several long rattling breaths before she felt able enough to speak and when she could, she had nought to say.

Ghoen was not surprised when the witch was the one to break the silence. She had to take a breath before she did so, which unnerved the orc. Was Marenda actually being serious when she said she had no need to breathe? Ghoen decided it was not something she wished to think about.

"You are quite lovely. I may decide to keep you," the witch booped the orc's nose.

The warrior frowned; she was not accustomed to being treated as a submissive sex partner, yet she had been brought to two uncontrollable orgasms by this overtly sexual lunatic. It was a scary first for Ghoen to have been brought off on someone else's terms. She planned to rectify this.

The blonde noticed her sour expression, "Oh, why so uppity, sweetie?"

Banishing her lingering fatigue, the orc seized the witch's wrists and rolled them both over so that Ghoen was on top, literally and figuratively, "Shut up."

Marenda grinned up at the looming orc, "Uh-uh. It's your turn to keep your mouth busy. Unless of course you're a strap-on kind of girl, which wouldn't surprise me in the least. Or do you just spontaneously form a great green cock when you get mad enough?"

"Be silent, you insufferable wench!"

"Fuck me, you sex starved, sadomasochistic, lust repressing, beautiful goddess!"

The orc swore and took up the witch's discarded nightie and tore a long strip from it.

"So you are into the kink? We should probably set a safe-word. Might I suggest-" Ghoen cut the blonde off by shoving the balled up fabric into her mouth.

Ghoen then upended Marenda so that her knees dangled over the mercenary's shoulders and only her head still reached the mattress. The orc took a long whiff of the fruit she had forbidden herself. The witch was clean shaven except for a thin golden strip giving Ghoen an unobstructed view of her most succulent of flesh. The witch was wet and her liquid excitement coated her thighs.

The orc could have taken it slow and built her lover up slowly, however Ghoen did not want to do that. She wanted to make the witch squeal and scream through her gag; if she wanted to be fucked then fuck her she would. The warrior dug her fingers into Marenda's thighs and pulled them apart spreading the sex before her.

The mercenary thrust her tongue into Marenda as far as she could force it. The blonde groaned into her rag and forgotten flavors burst upon the orc's taste buds. Ghoen delved deeply to extract as much of the blonde's hot tangy juices as she could and was gratified when she tensed in pleasure against her. Ghoen allowed herself the indulgence of feasting on the witch's flowing pussy for a few too short minutes.

Marenda's blissful moans and undulations were, however, far too relaxed for the orc's liking. Ghoen reluctantly removed her tongue from the honeypot, but paused; it would be a shame to let the witch's essence go to waste. She gathered the liquid smears along the pale thighs into her mouth before licking the pooled nectar from her puckered ass. The orc was rewarded with her first ecstatic squeal, but was nowhere close to satisfied.

Ghoen captured her lover's ankles and raised them up and away, giving her free hand space to swing a heavy slap onto the pert globes of her buttocks. The witch cried out far too happily so the mercenary smacked her again, harder. And again and again until the cries became throaty sobs and gasps and her vulva had re-administered its erotic sheen. The orc was surprised to see that Marenda's bottom had only barely attained a rosy glow.

The witch's labia had fully blossomed though and Ghoen could not resist another long kiss of the pouting lips. The blonde jerked and Ghoen felt her pussy twitch against her lips, and all of a sudden Marenda was thrashing in the throes of climax against her. The orc prolonged her passionate kiss of her lover's nether lips until she was clearly spent. Ghoen rumbled deep in her throat; it was not enough and had been over too quickly.

Ghoen gently let the witch back down onto her back, allowing only a minimal reprieve. She noticed that the witch's face was streaked with tears, yet she wore a contented expression on her closed eyes. So Ghoen rammed two fingers deep into her womanhood and Marenda's eyes shot open in shock. Much better.

The blonde managed to spit the cloth from her mouth and after a high pitched whine gasped, "Goodness, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment!"

Ghoen crammed the rag back where it was supposed to be with a snarl. She hooked her fingers within her overly verbose lover and tugged as hard as she could without being violent. The orc roughly surveyed Marenda's intimate tunnel, searching for sensitive spots ripe for torment. Her digits were long and easily reached the bump of her cervix which she proceeded to rub callously.

The witch's hips churned as the warrior fucked her and she yowled when a third finger was introduced. At first she kept her digits straight as she thrust them in and out, but she quickly altered to a crook that caught her lover's g-spot with each stab. Marenda humped back against the thick fingers as her arousal was sawed to another peak.

The orc finished her off by using her greater size to easily reach her lover's petite breasts and biting into them savagely. Marenda let out the blood boiling scream that the orc had dreamed of causing for too many years and Ghoen grinned as she tugged a red nipple with her teeth. She felt her fingers being grasped by the soft wet vice of the witch's cunt and wriggled them indecently in response. The mercenary cruelly jabbed at the blonde's oversensitive clit and she jerked away with a yelp.

"You're a fucking monster," Marenda tittered as she was antagonised; she had seemingly lost the gag again, "I think I'm in love."

"Shut up, witch," the orc said only half-heartedly.

"Make me."

The pair of women continued to fuck until Ghoen had to stop from sheer exhaustion. She did not know how much time had passed, however it felt like hours. The witch never seemed to tire, though her body temperature was dropping again. Marenda idly plinked at one of the orc's nipples as she lay on her back trying to get her breath back. Ghoen snapped at the offending claws, surprising herself with her casually playfulness.

The witch smiled at her, "You are magnificent."

The unwanted compliment sobered her a little and Ghoen said darkly, "You need to be rid of the boy."

"Oh, jealous are we?" Marenda teased, however on seeing the orc's storm clouds returning added, "Sweetie, I was going to do that anyway. I've put him through too much."

"Well... good."

"Just let me see to it, please. I don't fancy anymore consternation."

The orc nodded reluctantly and the two were quiet for a moment, engaged in their own thoughts.

Supposedly the brief silence was too much for the blonde and she spoke quietly, "Ghoen?"

"Mmm?"

"I'm going to be around for a little while longer and am wondering if you would consider travelling with me for that time? I know I've been a fucking pain and... well, shit. I don't know."

Was she serious? If she was being honest with herself the idea was somewhat to her liking. The witch was infuriating almost all the time and her similarity to her old partner still stung, yet Ghoen was developing a familiarity with her that bordered on fondness. The thought of more sex with her was a keenly felt welcome one also.

The orc grumbled, "Maybe."

Marenda's eyes lit up, but said nothing when the warrior furrowed her eye ridges at her enthusiasm. Maybe. Maybe, this was a final first step in moving on from the demons in her past. Maybe it was time to finally stop punishing herself and start looking towards a future, uncertain as it was. Maybe.

Ghoen fell asleep with a hope in her heart that she had not felt since her old lover's passing.

Continued in Chapter 4

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