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My nose itched as a wisp of the perfumed smoke, from whatever the orcs were burning, rose through the branches of the tree I crouched in. I looked down as a party of orcs moved through the forest below. It had been over a thousand years since the last war with the Orc Nations. They had been left to their lands, and they had left the Elven Forests alone. When rumors of an orc invasion had reached the Elven Army generals, scouts had been dispatched to investigate.
That's why I was here.
I peered down through another cloud of smoke, my nose itching and my eyes watering as I breathed it in. The orcs were all naked, their bodies covered with strange symbols in red paint that looked almost black on their green skin. I could see the bundles of smoldering herbs that many of them were carrying. None of the orc lore I knew said anything about that. I followed them, moving silently through the branches. I tried to steer clear of the smoke, but it was rising so thick that it was impossible not to breathe it in. I was stepping from one tree's branch into another's when a wave of dizziness washed over me. I felt a rush of panic as I missed my step and fell from the tree.
I had no memory of hitting the ground.
When I came to, I could feel a breeze moving across my skin. I had been stripped naked and tied around a thick, old tree. My arms and legs were held spread, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I could hear drums in the distance, and thick clouds of incense swirled up from censers all around, filling my head with a queer fog. I couldn't recognize what herb it was, which was strange. It had to be something native to the Orc Nations.
My attention shifted to the group of orcs around me. They were all naked, and I couldn't help notice how hung they all appeared to be. I blushed at the strange thought, but couldn't deny the truth of it.
"Release me," I demanded. "I am Ruvyn Cairona of the Elven Army. I demand you release me and return to Orc Nation lands at once." I struggled against the bonds, feeling so exposed before the towering, green orcs. One of them approached me, grinning past his tusks.
"Elf think he give orders," he grunted, sneering at me. "Elf wait, chief come." I watched him take a large leaf and stuff it with herbs from a pouch sitting next to a censer. He rolled the leaf around the herbs and then pressed the tip of it against the burning coals, setting the herbs to smoking and smoldering. The orc put the other end to his lips and inhaled, filling his lungs with the smoke. He blew it right at me, making me cough and shake my head.
"Stop that. Let me go."
"Elf need feel respect, for chief," he said, moving closer. He filled his lungs with the smoke again and then moved right in front of me. He grasped my hair and jerked back on my head, making me gasp; Right at that moment he pressed his mouth to mine. I could feel his tusks pressing up my cheeks, and then he began to blow the smoke directly into my lungs. I moaned, feeling his tongue exploring my mouth, dominating my tongue. He pulled back, leaving me gasping, and I watched him take another pull from the rolled herbs. I parted my lips automatically as he pressed his mouth to mine, and I didn't fight it as he filled my lungs with the smoke again. My head swam. I panted and exhaled smoke slowly as he backed away, grinning at me. I looked down, and flushed as I saw that my cock had gone rigid.
I kissed an orc, and it made me hard.
I shook my head. The orcs were ignoring me, having conversations in their own language as I waited. A large Orc started to approach. He was the only one wearing any clothing; a robe of fur pelts. I fought the fog that filled my brain. I shook my head, and cleared my throat.
"You are their chief?" I asked, my voice quavering slightly as I struggled to assume the authority of the Elven Army.
"Yes, little Elf. I am the Chief," he said, his accent slurred slightly by his tusks.
"I demand you let me go and end this invasion at once!" I blushed, realizing how toothless such a demand was, at least for anyone in my current situation.
"This is not invasion," he said, looking shocked at the idea. "We not come here to attack elfs, we come to save elfs, all elfs," he said sincerely.
"Save us? From what?" I demanded, twisting my wrists in their bonds.
"We come to save all elfs from greatest weakness," he said, though I didn't understand. "We come for peace."
"If that's true, you'll let me go." I stopped struggling and made myself stare him in the eye. I could see the clouds of smoke wafting between us.
"Okay, elf. You just walk gauntlet of drums, and you go free if you want." He said in a reasonable tone.
"Gauntlet of drums? What is that?" I asked, relaxing slightly and trying to calm myself.
"Is ritual. No hurt. No Orc touch you. Unless you want." His tone changed for the last few words, and I tried to figure out what it could possibly mean.
"Fine, if that's what it takes," I agreed reluctantly. I was cut free, and two large orcs escorted me after the Chief. The sound of drums grew louder as we moved through the trees. When we came to a clearing, I gasped and stopped walking, forcing the two Orc guards to drag me along with them. We were approaching one end of two long lines of Orcs facing each other. In front of each Orc was a waist high hide drum. I noticed green gems set into the rims of each drum, and also noticed that they seemed to be bigger drums the farther down each line you went. At the other end was the largest drum of all, and I watched the Chief walk the path before me to take his place. He stood behind the massive drum at the other end of the gauntlet and let his robe fall. Even from this far away, I could tell how massive his cock was. It was engorged, heavy, and green. I watched him grasp it around the base, and then lift it, and then...
THRUM...
His cock hit the drum at the same time as the rest of the Orcs, though the sound of his drum was clear. It was deeper than the other drums, and seemed quake its way through my brain. At the same time his cock had slapped the hide, there had been a flash of green light from the crystals set around the rim. I knew it wasn't very bright, but it still seemed to burn into my eyes, causing me to squint and blink.
THRUM...
The Orc cocks slapped down upon the drums in unison. Another flash of green light, this time from the crystals on all the drums. My eyes watered, seared by the faint green light. Another cloud of smoke swirled past my face, and I breathed it in, intentionally this time, sending more tingles through my head. I liked the way it smelled, and the way it made me feel, so I figured I might as well enjoy as much of it as I could before I left the Orc camp.
THRUM...
A chill ran up my spine, and I took an involuntary step forward. I gasped, looking away from the Orc Chief, who was lifting his cock over the drum again, and back at the guards that had been holding me. I didn't even notice when they let go of me. One of them was stroking his big, green cock. It was slick with something, and glistened as he squished his fist up and down its veiny length. The other guard brought his hand up to his face, the movement drawing my eyes, and I watched him spit between his tusks onto his palm. He lowered his hand to his cock and gripped the veiny green shaft, a faint squishing sound coming from it as he started stroking.
THRUM...
I jumped and pulled my eyes away from the Orc guard's cock, turning to face forward again. I heard one of the guards say something in Orcish, and I could tell that he was talking about me. The crooning tone in which he spoke the guttural words of the Orc language made me blush, for some reason. I lowered my head and gasped, going red all over as I noticed that I was still hard. Being exposed in front of all these Orcs, with their massive, green cocks, made my own seem tiny in comparison. I flushed again. I'd never been insecure about my penis before, that wasn't elven nature, but standing in front of these Orcs...
THRUM...
I huffed in another breath of smoke. I took another step. I felt my cock swell more, and my hands rushed down to try and cover myself. A bunch of the Orcs around me started laughing, and more guttural comments in Orcish followed. I looked forward, down the line at the Orc Chief, and watched him lift his cock for the next...
THRUM...
My cock jerked, struggling to break free from the confinement of my hands, and I felt my nipples stiffen in the cool, forest air. I stood still, shaking, confused, inexplicably aroused in front of an army of invading Orcs.
THRUM...
A slightly louder drum beat beside me drew my attention, and I turned my head to see a grinning Orc, one of his tusks chipped, lifting his particularly large cock. My eyes locked on his big green cock in anticipation, watching it hover, throbbing with the Orc's heartbeat, over the drum until.
