Encounter

Xzavier knew he couldn't make a well informed without adequate information. So he did the next best thing given the situation; he began to make the necessary preparations for the encounter ahead.

He guessed there might be several orcs to handle at once, and since there was a human involved, Xzavier couldn't just bomb them away to the Stone Age as he had initially planned.

He skittered through the bushes and covered another thousand meters before he finally came up on the scene. The night sky was still dark and the moonlight was dim, so, Xzavier put on his night goggles and switched to infra-red display.

He deftly ascended up a nearby tree and quietly settled down to map out the scene. From there, he watched with hawk like eyes the event on the ground below him.

It turned out that the battle he had thought was raging was actually long over. Sprawled on the ground in haphazard formations were the dead bodies of several human soldiers. There were at least two dozen corpses.

From the height Xzavier stood, even he could tell that the battle had been a fierce one. The very terrain itself had been changed as a result of the intense battle.

Trees were battered, braches were broken, and the stench of fresh blood soaked the earth and seeped into the air.

The bodies of the fallen had been gored as their entrails spilled out of their guts. It was clear that the soldiers had fought valiantly given the whole situation of things, he was a soldier so Xzavier could tell.

Xzavier averted his gaze from the dead and shifted his focus from the casualties to the other forms he saw.

Standing at approximately ten meters ahead of him and far away from the dead bodies, the orcs that Xzavier had been hunting for all this while came into the full view of his orbit. He had never seen an orc before.

Since this was his first time, he took his time to drink in every detail about them.

The first thing Xzavier noticed about these creatures was their size. The orcs were freakishly huge and crazy tall! Unlike the moderately sized goblins whom Xzavier had slaughtered before, the stature of these orcs made them look like mere sheep.

Where the mouths of the orcs were supposed to be, were massive tusks that resembled those of a rhinoceros. The orcs had the form of men, in the sense that they could walk uprightly. They also had two hands and two feet. But that was where the resemblance ended.

Their torsos were as thick as tree barks and their chests were nothing but pure muscle and fat. When they opened their mouths to communicate, it sounded like something between the roar of a lion and the deep grunt of a man with a bass voice.

They were semi naked save for loin cloths that barely covered their privates. Some of them were injured presumably from the battle, but they didn't seem to be bothered by the blood flowing from their though skins.

Xzavier noticed for the first time that there were no dead orcs. The only dead bodies were the human soldiers. The impact of this information wasn't lost on Xzavier at all. It turned out that Tacy's intelligence had been right after all- orcs were indeed very formidable adversaries.

They seemed to have no problem with crushing human hunters and soldiers alike. The scene before him was a clear testament to that fact.

Xzavier was exceedingly glad that he had brought along his explosives otherwise it would have been a real trouble having to slice them up with ordinary blades. He could easily end them by simply throwing a few grenades in the midst.

He sighed inwardly at the thought of this whole thing ending so quickly.

"It seems like this may actually end much sooner than I anticipated."

He reached into his vest to pull out a handful of grenades when a small movement caught his eye. There were someone right in the middle of the orcs and it seemed to be alive.

The orcs had formed a circle so their towering frames had blocked out what appeared to be the figure of a slender human woman.

They were all looking her menacingly as they grunted mockingly.

Xzavier's anger came back again in full force as soon as he remembered Miss Mary, the woman who had hung herself as a result of the shame she had suffered at the hands of the orcs who had raped through virtually all her organs.

And now, it seemed like the orcs were about to replicate the same thing with the poor woman. Seething with rage, Xzavier took off his night vision goggles to get a closer look at the woman.

The lady was dressed in a white gown that had been torn already. Even under the pale moonlight, Xzavier could tell that she was a real beauty. The golden locks of blonde hair on her head shone despite the encompassing blackness of midnight.

Her full heavy breasts poured out generously from the torn gown. She was lying on the ground helplessly and trembling so a good portion of her thick luscious thighs were out in the open as well.

She was slender in limbs and in the waist, but that was where her slenderness ended. Every other part of her vivacious body was well proportioned. Xzavier noticed all of these gifts from nature which the young woman was endowed with. But unfortunately, so did the orcs.

Whimpering and trembling, the poor girl was well aware of what was to come next. She had been running for a long time from the orcs so she lacked the strength to beg talk less of running or fighting back.

One of the orcs, a bigger and meaner version of the rest stepped forward and closed in on the girl. He grunted something to the others. Apparently it was funny as the others grunted in what sounded like encouraging laughter.

With his massive arm, he reached down and pinned the girl down to the ground by clutching her throat. With his other hand, he fumbled beneath her gown and thrust his thick fat stubby fingers into the tender regions beneath her thighs.

She poor girl cried out like a cornered animal. Her scream cut through the stillness of the night. He dug his fingers deeper and watched the girl scream some more before he removed his fingers from her and tasted it with his mouth.

It drove the creature into a frenzy. He adjusted his position and lifted up the loin cloth to reveal an extremely long fat beastly cock with screaming veins that resembled the biceps of a man.

With the girl still on the ground and with his hand still on the girl's throat, he climbed up to her face and beckoned her to suck him off. With tears stinging her eyes, she shook her head defiantly.

The large orc roared, swung his axe and took off the head of an already dead soldier not too far away. The beautiful girl had no more strength left in her, but somehow, her body responded instinctively to the brute display of strength by screaming out her lungs.

She felt so dizzy from screaming so much that she gave in.

Her pain seemed to excite the others. It seemed the more she screamed, the more it turned them on. The savage creatures were already preparing themselves to enjoy the human beauty.

The most powerful among them would have their way first, the others didn't mind at all. The girl was horrified when she saw that all the orcs surrounding her had already taken off their loin cloths and had already begun stroking their rock hard cocks in preparation for the drilling that was to come.

The young beauty closed her eyes. She knew that she would probably bleed to death before all of them were done with her. She knew that by the time the last orc penetrated her, the orc would be sleeping with a cold corpse.