1. The Orc and the Farmer's Wife


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is a chapter from my erotica fantasy novel called: The Erotic Adventures of Kaya and Kursk. If you like fantasy, magic and sword play as well as sex, this book might just be for you. You can find the full book here: http://amzn.com/1499210116 Enjoy! Kursk and Mabel sat at a long, picnic-style bench in the common room of the old inn, working on their fourth tankard of ale. They’d each polished off a roast chicken and potatoes. Mabel was still picking at the bones of hers, her fingers greasy. She’d stop to lick one now and then between gales of laughter. They were the only customers at the inn and had the entire common room to themselves. Kursk had never laughed with a woman as much as he’d laughed with Mabel. Although she’d been quiet on their walk to the inn, once they’d both had a few drinks, she really opened up. At first glance, Mabel wasn’t much to look at. But underneath her tarnished exterior was a handsome woman. An even deeper look took awhile to process, but by the time he’d finished dinner with her, Kursk realized that beyond first and second impressions, was a pretty amazing woman. They shared stories while they ate and drank, stoking the fire to dry their clothes and keep warm. Mabel had been a whore for years before her marriage to the farmer. “Frank found me in a brothel, told me he loved me. Wanted to start a f****y. I bought into it for awhile. Three k**s. Two dead. One…who knows where. Took off when he was twelve. Before long, Frank was back to working ...
    and I was just his maid really.” Kursk grunted his displeasure as she went on. “I’d been planning on leaving for years. Considered going back to whoring, but now I’ve got other plans.” Mabel had long wavy red hair, a few light freckles on her cheeks. Her tits were enormous, practically exploding out of her corset. Her legs were long, her hips heavy. She had crows feet around her eyes and her smile was warm and inviting. She gave off an air of being sexy and motherly at the same time. Kursk found himself wanting to bury his face in her bosom. But he was having too much fun talking and drinking with her to bother flirting. Mabel shared bawdy stories of being a whore, with no pretense of acting ‘ladylike’. She sat with her boots up on the bench and laughed so that her belly shook. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand when she spilled ale. When the conversation switched to talk of Kursk, she was blunt, but honest. She looked him in the eye and said, “So, your mother got ****d by an Orc? Is she still alive?” Most folks were terrified to ask or did so in a way that felt to Kursk like they thought he was a freak. Mabel just asked, with no fear or disgust in her voice. “I don’t know. She abandoned me at a farm. Got raised by them. f****y is gone now too.” Kursk deflated a bit. He worried at his protruding left canine as he often did when he thought of his adopted f****y. “I’m guessing that’s a sore subject?” She eyed him curiously. He nodded once. “Well, what about your mom?” ...
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