Yasser gloried in watching his Lady be bred by the sharp-eyed woman. He’d been following her all day, waiting for a time to approach. Sadly, there had been no good time so far. The Lady had been hunting, and while Yasser doubted that Yasser was tasty, he did not want to test that. He resolved to wait until she had eaten, but breeding happened before that.
And oh what a breeding. Yasser's own unworthy breeding stick demanded attention. Yasser had ignored it the best he could, but once that light swept over him, it was no longer ignorable. Yasser feared he’d pop from the pressure. He blew his seed all over a tree. He hoped the tree enjoyed it.
That hadn’t fixed anything. His stick looked more like an orcish branch, and his balls were heavy. The maddening pressure would returned quickly, his hand would not do.
A scent hooked his nostrils like an orcish fishhook and yanked hard. FEMALE WANT SEXINS it yelled into his skull and rattled around. Yasser had no choice but to follow this scent. As he walked, he sniffed at it, trying to determine what it was precisely. Unlike the gentle scents of her ladyship and her red-haired mate, this wasn’t messing around. Goblin like but not. Ogre? No, not swampy enough. Definitely not orcish, not sour enough.
“Oh K’arl! I pray! Fill me with your justice!”
The human plea made Yasser and his panicky thought process come to a complete stop. Could that be? Slowly, he crept forward and peered through the trees.
It was! The third human kneeled on his bedroll, bare ass pushed up in the air, face pressed into the crook of his elbow. His other arm jerked in a very familiar, repetitive motion.
Spunk was in the air tonight apparently. The scent was so strong it made Yasser’s eyes water. It couldn’t be coming from him though. Humans, even big orc like ones that him didn’t… stink so nicely. Yasser tiptoed around the campsite imagining a green-skinned beauty waiting for him on the other side. Perhaps this odorous female was going to pounce on the human? Yet he found no beauty, green-skinned or there. He would have accepted purple too. There were a few purple imps around, they were pretty hot. To his suprise, shouting scent disappeared. Yasser blinked, confused.
Then the wind shifted, doing a complete reversal.
SEX ME NOW! Thundering through Yassir’s noggin. He stepped from the safety of the forest out into the clearing, where the human begged.
“I need your… Justice!” The human moaned.
As Yasser found himself stepping closer, the human was the source! It made no sense to him. Humans didn’t smell like that. And certainly nothing male spoke to his nose like that. Yet…
“Gods in heaven!” The human pleaded, his body rocked as a stream of white leapt from his little stick and splattered on his bedroll. As it did, something moved within the crack of the human’s ass. A wet shine in the dying embers of the fire.
FUCK ME! The scent demanded and Yasser was practically dragged forward by his cock like a hound after a rat. Yes, there, right behind the human’s cock was a swelling cup. As soon as he identified it, Yaser stepped up, kicked the human’s legs wider and slid in.
“Oh yes K’Arl!” The human cried. “Fill me with Justice!”
Yasser grimaced from the tightness as he began to thrust. With every push of his hips, the human yielded deeper, and yet he squeezed so hard on Yasser’s stick.
“Neee! Neee! Neee!” Yasser grunted as the human continued to shout about needing justice.
“Give. You. Justice!” Yasser strained as the pressure in the base of his stick built to the breaking point. He smacked the man’s great big butt. It jiggled. Then continued to jiggle with each additional thrust. The pressure grew further. Yasser clawed at the man’s shirt, sharpening nails hooking through the fabric. Everything grew heavy.
“Neeee! Chit aaah!” Yasser’s strangled cry announced his stick’s explosion deep in the human’s cup.
“JUSTICE!! YEESS!” The human threw his head back and shouted with joy. Two stripes of white cut through his dark hair and raced down his neck, fur growing with the speed of a paint stroke. Yasser watched them travel beneath the human’s shirt then bend toward the spine, meeting at the cleavage of his butt cheeks. A tail slowly peeled up out of the flesh between there and his asshole. It extended about six inches and vibrated as if under strain.
Yasser watched it with tired fascination as he left himself fall out of the human’s cup and step back.
“Noooo.” The human moaned, “Don’t goooo. I need more Just-” Fur suddenly enveloped the tail, so fast there was a soft plop of displaced air. The black and white stripes forming the unmistakable pattern of the burrowing animals Yasser knew as stink-stinks. Instinctively he threw himself backwards, and not a moment too soon as a pink vapor sprayed out from the tail’s base. “-ice.” The Human sighed
Yasser scrambled back, his nostrils burning and eyes watering from the overwhelming scent, a thousand times more potent than the one that had led him here. FUCK FUCK FUCK it screamed. Too much! Way too much! Yasser ran blindly through the forest, before slamming squarely into a tree, yet bouncing off, his hands reached around it, sharp needle-like nails bit into the bark. He clamber up it without effort. Finding a thick branch to sit on, he collapsed against the tree’s trunk, chest heaving.
Still the scent beat on his brain, fuck fuck fuck as he the breathed it in through a nose that shortened and folded against his face, more rodent like than goblinoid. Nor did he notice his newly prominent buckteeth. Thoughtlessly he grasped his throbbing stick and greatly enlarged balls. He closed his eyes. He imagined his lady standing over him, a great feline shadow.
“For you my lady!” He grunted as he sprayed his first load into the forest below. Then his imagination turned to the girls back home, before he was banished to the dark. He named them one after another.
Meanwhile, Barnaby had settled into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, his tail had tucked itself between his buttocks. When a cool breeze blew over, he woke up just enough to pull his pants back up and turn over.
It was the most restful sleep he’d had in weeks.