Waylaid Chapter 5 (excerpt #1 - Caught)

“Well what do we have ‘ere? A nasty little pervert peeping on her own son makin’ sweet love, eh?”

Clarina nearly jumped out of her skin. How could such a large orcess be so stealthy and quick?! She hadn’t even heard the orcess close the bedroom door behind her.

“Well?” Zaela asked, putting her hands on her hips. There was a cheeky grin on the orcess’ face. This suddenly incensed the noblewoman. How could she dare to talk to her this way?! This was her castle, after all.

Clarina huffed and rose to her feet. “Now you listen here, Zaela! I’ll not have you talk to me like t-

The noblewoman paused her rant when she realized just how much of her own fluid had been dripping onto the floor beneath her while watching Zaela, her son, and her son’s betrothed fooling around together. Clarina turned beat red, her outburst defusing in an instant. It was impossible to be intimidating while standing in a veritable puddle of one’s own cunny juices.

Not that Zaela was in a more dignified state herself. While she stood there, towering over her, Clarina had to ignore the fact that the orcess was utterly nude and her green sex was staring her right in the face. And worse still, it was leaking fresh globs of seed. Henry’s seed. And yet despite Zaela’s undignified state, she was far better suited to it than Clarina was. Zaela never pretended to be anything other than what she was: a mercenary slut for humans. Clarina on the other hand had people who looked up to her, and yet here she was, peeping on her son’s nightly activities while pleasuring herself to it. Was she really any better than the orcess?

Now that Clarina was no longer puffing out her chest to attempt to exert her authority, Zaela stepped up to the woman non-threateningly. “So…ya gonna call the guards on me, or ya want ta head back to yer chambers to talk this out?”

By rights, she could’ve called the guards on the orcess if she wanted to. This was her castle, after all. But doing so would also raise questions about what had transpired in the guest quarters. Questions that Clarina did not wish to circulate around her castle, assuming they hadn’t done so already.

“My chambers,” Clarina whispered.

That was all Zaela needed. Clarina only had time to see a disconcerting orcish smile from Zaela before she was lifted off her feet. It happened so quickly that the noblewoman had very little time to react. She found herself turned around in the opposite direction and the doors and torches lining the corridor were passing her by. It took her brain a few moments to register that the orcess had picked her up and slung her entire body over her shoulder and was carrying her at full force back to her bedchamber.

“Z- Zaela! What are you doing?!” Clarina protested.

Zaela said nothing, but the orcess did something that made her turn bright red. She reached up and gave her bum a light squeeze. Clarina gasped, unable to form words. She had never been touched by another woman in such a way. Even Gertrude, despite how close Clarina had been with her, would never dream of pushing boundaries like this. Her handmaiden had touched her before in an unguarded fashion, helping her dress and undress. But it was a far cry from doing something as brazen as squeezing her rear like the orcess did.

But then why did a thrilling sensation course through her body in that moment?

Before she could begin to process this, Zaela was already kicking open the door to Clarina’s bed chamber. The orcess carried her over to her bed and tossed her onto it.

“Oh!” Clarina gasped as she was nonchalantly thrown onto her own bed by the green-skinned wall of muscle that Zaela was. The orc woman manhandled her so effortlessly, she may as well have been carrying a child.

Clarina stared daggers up at the orcess, the flustered noblewoman seething with outrage. “Nobles have had people executed for far less than the liberties you’ve taken.”

Zaela looked unfazed by the threat. She still sported a devious grin on her face as she sat down on the end of the bed. The orcess stared into her flushed face, her expression turning neutral and even. “How long?”

Clarina blinked. “P- pardon?”

“How long ‘ave you been watchin’ me fucking your son and his fiance?”

Clarina paled, opening and closing her mouth. “I…I don’t…”

Zaela gave her a warm smile, reaching over and gently taking hold of one of Clarina’s feet in hand. This caught the noblewoman off guard for the hundredth time that night, adding another layer of confusion to an already insane situation. “What’re you…doing?” Clarina uttered.

“Helpin’ ya relax,” Zaela replied with a smile as she began rubbing her dainty feet. And despite how bizarre it was, it actually began to work. Clarina discovered after only a few moments that her son’s orcish bodyguard gave an excellent footrub. The muscular woman’s hands were rough and calloused from a life of fighting, but also did a very good job of working out the kinks in her feet and legs.

“So,” Zaela continued, moving up to rub the human woman’s calf muscles. “How long?” she repeated her earlier question.

Clarina sighed under the orcess expert ministrations. Her resistance was wearing thin, even without the relaxing foot rub. The orcess had already caught her masturbating outside the door to Zaela’s guest room. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak, and it was perhaps better to get everything out on the table. As much as she didn’t want to.

“Three weeks,” Clarina answered so softly the orcess almost didn’t hear it.

Zaela smiled widely. “That long, eh?” The orcess’ touches were moving increasingly closer to the woman’s inner thigh. Clarina shivered under her touch. “I suppose you were gonna find out sooner or later.” Zaela’s strong fingers were working up past her knees, rubbing away at her stiff joints in the process. “We haven’t exactly been quiet. But I just can’t help myself when I’m with him.”

Clarina let out a whimper and Zaela feigned concern, putting a hand to her mouth. “Oh my, did I rub too hard?” The noblewoman turned even redder, knowing that the orcess knew full well that it had been her words about Henry that had prompted this reaction from her rather than a rough massage.

“What do ya really enjoy while watching, Clarina?” Zaela asked. Her thumbs by now had reached the noblewoman’s inner thighs, gently pushing the hem of her gown up little by little in the process. Clarina’s breathing was hiking up a notch. Why was she not putting a stop to this when she easily could?! “Me, or Henry?”

Clarina’s eyes widened. At that same moment when the orcess asked her the question she was dreading, she had purposefully hiked up the hem of her gown fully. The orcess now had a clear, unhindered view of her sex. Zaela turned her eyes down toward it, smiling.

“Fuck, that’s so lovely, I could kiss it,” Zaela whistled. Luckily for Clarina she didn’t, but she did brush her thumb over her vulva. Clarina gasped from the sensation, bucking her hips up toward the orcess. Nobody else had ever touched her most intimate place since her husband had died. And now another female - an orc, no less - was nearly making her climax just with the simplest of finger light touches across her sex.

Of course, the orcess’ tawdry interrogation and the recent memories of what she’d seen in that guest room certainly contributed heavily to this.

“It’s so fuckin’ wet. So wet from watching your handsome boy pounding the everlovin’ shit out of me. Aint that right?” Zaela purred, rubbing her thumb back and forth across her labia. The orcess’ pointer finger meanwhile was making cowlicks into the thin, well-groomed patch of auburn pubic hair above her sex.

“I…can’t,” Clarina murmured, shaking her head. “He’s…my son.” She put her head in her hands, not even looking at the orcess.

Zaela let out a small laugh. Clarina did not know why. Perhaps the amusement from the fact that she was more concerned about thinking about her son in such a way than the fact that an orc woman was currently touching her sex.

“Ya…he sure is, isn’t he?”

All at once, Zaela stopped touching her down below. Clarina was chagrined; why would the orcess stop after priming her up like this? What game was she playing?

The orcess stood up off the bed suddenly, and Clarina found herself staring up at her again, wiping a stray auburn hair from in front of her face. She was once again made aware of just how…striking the  orcess was. A remarkable vision of orcish femininity, through and through. Her tall, muscular body looked like it was carved out of stone. And her breasts…her breasts were some of the largest Clarina had ever seen on a woman, and she was rather well-endowed herself. The orcess was simply beautiful. Perhaps not beautiful in the traditional sense by all conventional human standards, but beautiful nonetheless. The noblewoman had to make a conscious effort to avoid staring at the orcess’ ample bosom capped by her silver nipple piercings.

Zaela got onto the bed again, this time closer to Clarina. The noblewoman’s first instinct was to retreat away from her, but something about the orcess’ presence kept her rooted in place. Her expression was somehow both mischievous and warm, as if such a thing were even possible. It was as if the greenskinned woman knew that she had a deep-seated craving that needed to be sated. The orcess settled herself in behind her, her full green tits pressing against Clarina from behind.

Clarina couldn’t believe things had gone this far. She was in her own bed with an orcess. She’d never even been with a woman. And yet the idea did not repulse her outright.

“I…prefer men,” the red-haired noblewoman whispered pitifully and half-heartedly.

Zaela cocked her head at her, her fingers making tiptoes across her bare leg. “‘Prefer’ men, eh?” The orcess chuckled. “‘Prefer’ doesn’t sound ‘only ta me, honey. As it so happens, babe, I prefer men too. But I still like havin’ fun with a beautiful human woman like you sometimes too.”

Clarina said nothing, shuddering when she felt the orcess playing with the hem of her skirt. The orcess was waiting for her permission, she realized.

“Tell me ‘no,’ and I stop. Tell me.”

Clarina opened her mouth, but the word would not come out. Because the truth was, she didn’t want it to. She needed this. She needed the touch of someone else for a change. It had been so long, and something about this orcess was undeniably magnetic. It was almost impossible to refuse her, and she was beginning to understand how her son had ended up with her the way he had.

After Clarina had gone long enough without giving her an answer, Zaela nodded at her from behind with a satisfied purr. “Alrighty then.” Clarina shivered as the orcess’ tongue licked the back of her neck. The widowed noblewoman let out a gasp as Zaela reached her strong hands down and gave a firm tug, freeing her ample breasts from her blouse.

Zaela whistled behind her as her hands reached around to Clarina’s front and she began palming her breasts to her heart’s content. “So fuckin beautiful. This is a breedin’ body, if ever seen one,” she whispered into the noblewoman’s ear.

Clarina felt herself grow more moist from this. Down below, Clarina shivered with trepidation and the barest hint of deep-seated excitement when the orcess hiked up the hem of her gown, one of her green fingers probing at her slit. She heard Zaela purr with lust, nibbling on her ear.

“I knew it. I knew the moment I found you outside my room that you’d be soaking wet down there.”

“I…I’m not- OH!” Clarina protested half-heartedly, her words being cut off as the orcess’ finger pushed inside her wet pussy up to her knuckle.

“Ya, ye definitely are, honey,” Zaela cooed, kissing the other woman’s cheek, causing her to shiver. “So wet my finger slipped right in.” The orcess was sliding a finger in and out of the human woman’s pussy. Meanwhile, her other hand was palming her full breast, her thumb rolling a rapidly-hardening pink nipple. “You’re bloody tight down here though. Can’t believe you're a mama.”

Clarina whined from the orcess’ skillful touch. Zaela all the while was smiling lustfully at each of the noblewoman’s reactions. The orcess’ lips pressed against the human woman’s ear, her small tusk nearly poking her earlobe. Zaela’s next words brought Clarina to the quickest climax she’d ever obtained in her life.

“This tight pussy ain’t been filled since your husband, has it? You haven’t found a cock big enough for your liking.” The orcess sucked on her earlobe, sending a shiver through Clarina’s body. “Except for maybe Henry’s.”

Clarina’s eyes widened. “O- oh!” she bucked her hips up into Zaela’s delving finger. The orcess smiled widely as the beautiful older woman climaxed unbelievably quickly.