Smoke and Drums: The Scout

Smoke and Drums:  The Scout

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legalage, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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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.

THRUM…

It fell, bouncing off the hide, another flash of green light drilling into my head, another cloud of smoke filling my lungs.

THRUM…

THRUM…

THRUM…

I stood there, transfixed, watching the massive green penis bounce on the surface of the drum again and again.  A string of drool ran from the corner of my mouth, and my hands fell away from my erection, letting it bounce free.  I could hear more Orcs laughing, and more guttural comments in Orcish, all around. I shook my head and pulled my eyes away from the giant Orc cock, looking back up at the Chief.  I’d barely made it up the gauntlet at all. I needed to focus if I wanted to reach the end and get my freedom.

THRUM…

I started moving forward, trying to ignore the big green cocks bouncing off drums all around me.  I didn’t know what they were doing to me, or how, but I had to reach the end, for my people. Yet, I couldn’t shake the awareness of each big, green cock.  Though I stared willfully forward, I couldn’t take my awareness from those green members in my peripheral vision.

THRUM…

I accidentally glanced to the side as I stepped forward, my eyes taking in the cock of the Orc beside me.  My eyes traveled its length, followed the veins, rose with it as he guided it up and then fell as…

THRUM…

I stepped, and turned my head to the other side, taking in another Orc cock.  This one was fatter than the last one, and I noticed with keen interest a glistening of moisture at its tip.

THRUM…

My eyes darted to the next Orc cock as I stepped forward, studying it.

THRUM…

Another step. Each Orc’s cock was different, yet there was something about each and every one of them… They were all so big, so green, so… so… beautiful?  It was a strange thing to think, but there was a great beauty to the engorged organs.

THRUM…

Like this one.  It was huge, and the way it swelled in the middle, narrowing out some toward both the base and the head…

THRUM…

And the way this one trailed precum onto the surface of his drum.

THRUM…

The way this one’s cock splashed in the little pool of liquid on his.

THRUM…

I let out a little gasp as my eyes took in a big, green cock that was leaking so much that the top of his drum was dripping with the clear, sticky fluid.  The Orc chuckled, grunting a few words at me as he lifted his cock for the next…

THRUM…

I stepped again, but found myself moving closer to the Orc with the big, leaky cock.  I watched it spurt onto the drum as it made impact. I licked my lips.

THRUM…

Another step toward the Orc. The closer I got to his cock, the more it called to me, the more it captivated me.  I noticed his precum leaking down the side of the drum, and found myself wanting to lick it off before it dripped to the ground and was wasted.

THRUM…

I could lick his drum clean.  The Orc’s precum looked so pure, so right, like it would be the most refreshing, delicious drink of my life.

THRUM…

Me feet had carried me right up to the Orc.  I stared down at his big, green cock. I watched it leak onto his drum.  I watched the drips running down the side come closer and closer to being lost forever.

THRUM…

I fell to my knees with a gasp of surprise.  I knelt, staring at the Orc cock, breathing heavy.  It gushed, more precum spilling over the sides of the hide.  I could smell it now! The Orc’s cock, and his precum. Each smell, on its own, was the best thing I’d ever experienced… Together, they were overwhelming.

THRUM…

His cock crashed down in front of me, and I moaned out loud as I felt droplets of Orc precum splash across my face.  I watched him lifting his cock again, and tried to prepare myself, already excited by the idea of it splashing more precum onto me.

THRUM…

As the droplets hit my face, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I leaned forward at caught a drop of precum right before it could drip off the hide and onto the ground.  The taste was everything I had expected, and so much more besides. I moaned and started to run my tongue around the drum, licking up all the Orc precum I could get.

THRUM…

I could feel it this time, the drum beat, the vibration, traveling up my tongue and directly into my head.  When he lifted his cock free, I leaned in and began to lap from the top of the drum. I knew the rhythm now, and backed off slightly right as…

THRUM…

And then I dove forward again, going first for the fresh, hot spurt he’d just added to the drum. I swiped my tongue, and got as much into my mouth as I could before I backed off and…

THRUM…

I rushed in, going for the fresh spurt again before I moved to get the far side of the drum, my eyes rolling up in my head at the taste, but I had to back off, had to…

THRUM….

The Orc’s cock slapped against my cheek, spurting more of the Orc’s juices right onto my face.  It was over. Whatever they were doing to me, that was it. There was no fight left in me, no resisting, I was defeated.  I knew what I wanted now. I pulled my head back, reaching out to grasp the heavy, green, Orc cock that was about to change my world.  I held it, right in front of my face, staring at it, my lips parting, knowing that when…

THRUM…

I plunged forward, taking the Orc cock into my mouth with a satisfied moan.

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM…

THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM THRUM….

As I sucked my first big green cock, I heard the beat of the drums change, become random, the Orcs all letting their cocks fall independently of each other.  I moaned, feeling the bursts of green light driving into my brain, even with my eyes closed. I could smell more of the burning herbs drift by, and I loved how the smell of the smoke seemed to augment the Orc’s musk.

THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

I felt an enormous surge of satisfaction as I finally managed to get the entire Orc cock into my mouth, pressing my nose against his groin.  I opened my eyes, and could see contrast of my pale, Elf skin against his deep, green, Orc flesh. The green was so beautiful, so vivid. He seemed to be glowing in my vision, like the flashes of light from the drums.  As I backed away, I watched his cock emerge from my mouth, and it seemed to be glowing, too, like the sun was shining only on his skin.

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

I kept sucking his cock, and looked up at his face.  He was grinning at me, his tusks glowing white in contrast with his vivid green skin.  I noticed that everything past him, the sky, the trees, just seemed grey and dull. I closed my eyes and let myself worship that big Orc cock.  I could hear moans and grunting all around us, and the drums kept pounding.

THRUM THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM…

I felt a hand brush against my face and opened my eyes.  I took as much of that green cock into my throat as I could and leaned my head back to look up at him.  I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t very concerned about that. Orc cock is more important than breathing.

“Gnok var ghaj marai fagris farite, grahjne,” the Orc grunted down at me, grinning around his tusks.  He grasped my head and held it in place, holding me there. I knew I needed air soon, but for now I just stared the Orc in the eyes and swallowed around his cock.  The moans were getting louder, and I started to realize that it didn’t sound like there were as many drums.

THRUM…

THRUM THRUM…

THRUM…

THRUM…

He started to guide me up and down his shaft, holding my head so that I could keep eye contact as he did it.  I started to take partial breathes whenever he gave me the opportunity, still focused on worshiping this beautiful Orc.

THRUM…

THRUM…

Staring at his face, I was able to admire how beautiful his green skin was, glowing vividly against the grey-scale world behind him. He was shining so bright

THRUM…

He gripped my head tighter and pulled me all the way against his pelvis, forcing his cock down my throat.  I moaned, swallowing around his shaft and sliding my tongue around to take in as much of its texture as I could.  The Orc was moaning now, and his arms quivered as he held my head in a vice. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, just slightly.

He was going to cum, I realized.

An Orc was about to cum in my mouth.  I was sucking off an Orc, and I was about to taste his cum.  I remembered how good his precum had been and started to moan.  Something was happening to me, something I’d never experienced before.

Something wonderful!

The Orc cock exploded in my mouth, pumping cum down my throat.  There was so much that it spilled back along the space between my mouth and his shaft to dribble from the corners of my mouth.  He let go of my head, throwing his back, but it didn’t matter. This was so good. I was feeling pleasure. So much pleasure. More pleasure than I had ever experienced before.  I closed my eyes and kept worshiping that Orc cock while it jerked and came down my throat.

So many things had already happened today that I had never imagined possible, so I really shouldn’t have been surprised by one more.  Still, I couldn’t help but be shocked when I realized that I was about to cum.

Sucking an Orc’s cock was making me cum.  I was an Orc slut! An orgasm like none I’d ever felt before crashed into me, causing me to squeal around the Orc’s shaft as my own, insignificant elf penis went rigid and started to spurt my cum onto the  dirt, grass, and dead leaves that covered the ground of the forest clearing. Everything felt so good, so right. I had grown up hearing so much about the noble purpose of the elven race, but now… I knew it all to be a lie.  This was an elf’s purpose.

The Orc started to pull his cock from my throat.  I groaned in disappointment as I watched inch after inch of beautiful, glowing green cock slide away from me.  Finally, he pulled all the way out and gave me a little shove. I fell back onto my ass with a gasp, splayed in the dirt.  The Orc I’d just sucked was grinning down at me. He shifted his gaze, and I looked to see what had drawn his attention. I could see the pool of my cum on the ground, right in front of him.  He laughed, deep, and put his foot on top of the puddle, twisting it back and forth to grind my cum into the dirt. I flushed, understanding his meaning, and understanding just how right he was.  He removed his foot, and it was as if my cum had never rested there.

He reached forward and jerked me to my feet.  The world spun, and it took me a second to catch my balance. He gave me a couple of seconds and then grasped the back of my head in one of his powerful hands.  He steered me to the face of his drum, to the precum I hadn’t gotten to before I started sucking his cock, and pressed me against it, smearing his juices on my face.  I started to lap at it, feeling my penis go rigid again. The Orc laughed, letting go of my head to watch me eagerly lick his drum clean. When I had gotten every drop, even crawling around the drum on al fours so I could catch any drops that had spilled over the rim, I looked up at him, unsure what to do next.

He looked over at the next drum in line, and I gasped when my eyes followed. There was a pool of Orc cum sitting on top of the hide.  I spun my head, looking all around me. The Orcs had all covered the surfaces of their drums with cum. I noticed that, much like all the beautiful Orcs glowing in my vision, Orc cum also shone with otherworldly beauty.

I crawled over to the next drum and started to eagerly lick it clean.  And the next. And the next. I made my way from drum to drum, my penis hard the whole time, and filled my belly.  I felt so fulfilled. I had found my purpose. I had found my reason for being. The Orcs kept talking among themselves, laughing at me whenever they noticed me. I didn’t mind.  They knew my place, and now I did too.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I finally found myself crawling toward the last drum, the Chief’s drum.  Somehow I’d known that this one needed to be last.

The Chief stood there, glorious, naked, and beautiful, towering over me as he watched me approach.  I leaned in over the surface of the massive hide drum. There was so much cum. I looked at the Chief, and he was glowing so brightly that it almost hurt my eyes.  I looked back down at the cum and leaned in, extended my tongue, and leaned in to take a delicate lap. I’d tasted so much Orc cum already, but something inside me whispered that the Chief’s cum was going to be different, more, better.  My tongue made contact, and…

It was…

It was…

It was…

Fireworks exploded in my brain.  I dived in to start slurping at the Chief’s cum.  Orc cum was delicious, but the Chief’s cum was otherworldly.  I moaned and crawled before him, trying to get as much of his cum into my mouth as fast as I could.  Far too soon, the drum was clean. I panted and sat back on my heels, my legs spread, and my cock still rigid.  I looked up at the Chief, waiting, content.

“Good elf,” he grunted, reaching forward to ruffle my hair.  I closed my eyes and felt my flesh break into goose pimples at the contact.  “First,” he grinned, “blood has been spilled. Go find Orcs to pleasure while we go save rest of elfs.”

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