(Started writing this about a week ago meant to be a short story...Guess my lungs make me long winded as it turned into a book.....Anywho, about Kaytoo's encounter with Mourkra, my version of the barbaric half of Orcs).
Tem Pux un Pex’fed
Of Truth and Legend
Kaytoo un da Ut’Kregda’fed
Kaytoo and the Mourkra
By K2
Chapters:
1. Da Pex’fed, The Legend:
2. Targda’sot Soshva, Peaceful Living:
3. Dek’Sestva’mon tem Ut’Kregda’fed, Memories of Mourkra:
4. Kef’fed Koft’fed, Running Away:
5. Da Pux tem Un’Saada Tarv’Saadda’marg, The Truth of Spirit Curses:
6. Bahx’sot tem Un’Moragan, Pranks of Gods:
7. Tarkd’ut’vesa’fed Un’Saadda Tarv’Rush’Shem’mon, Filthy Spirit Whore:
8. Da Tarv’taup tem Ut’Kregda’fed, The Hunt for Mourkra:
9. Def Ut’Kregda’fed Tarv’taup Tarv’Rush’Shem’mon, As Mourkra Hunt Whores:
10. Dorj Dorv’Rushva un Jagdnict’s Pax’mon, Cruel Torturous Lust and Jagdnict’s Promise:
11. Sastva’sot tem Kocc, Ignorance of Beasts:
12. Def’Tarv’Sostva tem Ut’Kregda’fed, Learning of Mourkra:
13. Vesa’mon Cri, Sestva’mon, Clean Body, Focussed Thoughts:
14. Dor Pux tem Rush, Evil Truth of Sex:
15. Da Sem Trakd’Qostva’fed Ferntva’fed, A Woman’s Jealous Rage:
16. Pec’daf Wespa, Becoming Wespa:
17. Di’Varta’sot du Wespa, Whispers of Wespa:
18. Poxva’fed Vemta, Seditious Resistance:
19. Bahx’fed, da Poxva du Qo, Masterful Deception, the Betrayal of Qo:
20. Ut’Kregda’fed Un’Saadda, Mourkran Spirits:
21. Sosh’sot tem da Det’sot Lums, Birth of a New Day:
22. Da Taup, The Hunt:
23. Ut’Kregda’fed di’Qostva’fed, Mourkra Needs:
24. Sessva Dek Tem Da Tem’Kref’mon, Reminded of Being a Moragan Hammer Barbarian:
25. Ut’Kregda’fed Tarv’rush’qastva, Mourkran Seduction:
26. Rush’tam’ko’mon tem da Sosh’mon, Unbridled Three Way of a Lifetime
27. Tarv’Sastva’sot’Shem, Female Fool:
28. Kocva tem Vesh, Freedom of Water:
29. Da Det’fed Targda’mon, The Final Battle:
30. Kocve` Pax, Faithful Promise:
Da Pex’fed, The Legend:
It was simply common knowledge, Mourkra the more savage branch of the Goblinoid tree were fierce and brutal. Tales of a single Mourkra besting ten skilled knights common place as were those of entire villages being wiped out by single digit packs, and larger groups even overrunning substantial fortifications. True or not, the ferocity of Mourkra was a well known fact. Coupled with their base drives, lack of restraint and strength, there was no doubt that Mourkra was a race most others justifiably feared. As brutal as Mourkra were however, there were also tales of more Humanoid races even those much weaker taking on and even besting Mourkra. Such tales gave most others hope, and inspired those who had never even considered combat to be willing to fight rather then simply submit.
Such was the tale of a lone Barbarian woman. Small of stature, many even stating that she was of common stock not warrior and even more so having passed her prime. They claimed she originated from the small far Northern clan of the Moragan Hammer, and a few even that told the story right if they could remember spoke the name of this Barbarian woman correctly, Kaytoo.
Supposedly as the story goes, a simple common Barbarian woman who was an outcast, had become angered as her hunting and fishing grounds along with a number of small forest villages were being decimated by a small pack of Mourkra numbering around twenty. Furious that her livelihood was threatened and caring deeply for the rural peoples being harmed, Kaytoo hunted the pack of Mourkra down, fighting them with a vengeance and absolute resolve as she drew them into a narrow moss filled gully, the sides and head protected by massive hardwoods and a tremendous tangle of vines and fallen trees making up a roof so like a cave.
The pack of Mourkra lured to the entrance Kaytoo backing in, she fought them ferociously within her trap. Using her bow and arrows as the first few charged after her dropping six of the murderous beasts. As they grew too close she switched to her Halberd and Bastard Sword. Holding the Halberd like a lance to skewer one, as her sword would impale another, then to drive the Halberd low and yank back hooking another’s heel her sword finishing him. On and on the battle raged this way till nine other Mourkra had fallen, and when they had closed too near for even the sword, she dropped it where she stood and with a long knife and Tomahawk like Hammer, smote the balance till the tiny gully was silent except for her ragged breathing. It is said after it took her twice as long to climb out over the bodies of the fallen Mourkra, and once out, she burned the entire gully and all those bodies within it simply out of hate, and to make her victory absolute.
It was a good story. Children’s eyes would go wide as they’d jump, women would squeal and shiver, and the men would nod and a fire in their eyes could clearly be seen, as if this one small woman could take out so many, so close in direct combat, surely they could protect their homes and loved ones from the Mourkra threat. On occasion, when the name of “Kaytoo” was used, those having heard would often ask if she was the one. In her typical gentle graciousness Kaytoo would simply spit to the ground, and at best only say “Ut’Kregda’fed bleed like any other” walking away. Kaytoo would never confirm or deny the story though had a fair idea where the story had started, she simply wished they’d stop telling it. Worse still at some times it would be twenty Mourkra, others more, though the most exaggerated number of one hundred truly pressed belief. Rarely Kaytoo’s name used, often another’s to suit the tellers race as even that would change to inspire their kind or more often then not, alter the story to suit their own fantasies. Yet in the end as far as Kaytoo was concerned, it was just another “Bahh fed pex’mon,” big myth, or tall tale.
Never the less it inspired hope, and sometimes hope is enough.
Targda’sot Soshva, Peaceful Living:
Far away from Nanthalion in the Dachvst or dark ancient forests that still covered much of the Third Continent, Kaytoo had finally settled down to simply living. Oh to be sure, she missed the drink and prepared foods she’d sometimes partake in, missed seeing the wonders created by others. In fact, even though she would never admit it often missed being around other beings, forming relationships for good or bad no matter, and with her overactive libido, most definitely missed the sex. However here she was safe and knew it, though naturally there were times when the hackles on her neck would raise, yet to date the greatest threat to her had only been an occasional Great Bear.
There were actually others around the region, lone cabins and the like scattered about, even some very small villages of varied races though none quite developed enough to have inns or shops. If she had sought it out it would have been easy enough to interact with others, yet that would lead to proving herself not a threat, and all the countless efforts one must make to build relationships. Easy enough to spend her days never running into anyone, it in fact would take great effort to do so, those living in the deep forest so distant from one another. So it went for her. Simply hunting, fishing and gathering. Nothing wasted, and no more taken then what she and her three dogs and horse would use. Kaytoo never staying in the same place very long there so very much to see, and contrary to the city dweller’s opinion, every step taking you somewhere totally new and wondrous, it not simply countless trees, rock and glade.
Peaceful, all till one day Kaytoo came upon something that upset her deeply. A dead deer common to be sure, yet this one had its rump missing. Actually quite normal for many predators or carrion the rump the first part eaten, yet in this case it had been carved away by a blade of some sort, and unfortunately the kill old and now rotten, any tracks of the perpetrator long gone from the recent rains. It angered her, the waste, “how ut’kocve’” or unfaithful she even openly voiced. In and of itself it would have meant nothing, yet in short order she began finding more and more large game animals like this, tiny bits hacked away the rest left to rot or be eaten by scavengers. The trouble was however though nothing going to waste in nature, none of the scavengers were picking the carcasses clean. It as though something had tainted the balance, so at best only the maggots would feed.
Unlike her dogs, three massive Mastiffs who’s noses were keen and avoided these sites they themselves uncomfortable there, Kaytoo had been unable to determine what kept the scavengers away. Eventually she began finding more and more tracks though always disturbed as whatever made them having been running wildly. At first her almost thinking it might be some kind of Bear from the claws and pads of the toes, yet even that would not of been right. Finally Kaytoo began to stumble upon defined tracks, and one day found a fresh kill confirming her fears. For the longest time, Kaytoo had thought it odd that some new plant she could never track down was in bloom. Faint smells in the air, not unpleasant, somewhat musky, yet like nothing she had ever smelled before. Other times she’d catch a whiff of a similar smell though decidedly much sweeter, almost sickly sweet, and upon finding the last kill finally discovered that it was not a plant at all.
Another deer butchered as always, yet this time there were a couple clear tracks about it where whatever had killed it had paused, rocked making the impressions deeper, then at least taken a single gentle stride before bolting off once more. This time however Kaytoo noted a thick oil or wetness over the side of the deer. Bending low and sniffing, and there is was, that pleasant musky smell she had been smelling in the air for some time. She then found absolute proof to what was killing the animals and tearing up the area. Two spots tore up, though in and of themselves impossible to tell what had done so, a pair of paws or hands clawing and gripping at the ground, and also digging in to push back. What made it clear were the two sets of marks where knees had roughly ground away further back one set behind the other, and behind each of those even further back where toes had been digging in to gain purchase. The massive glob of cum between the first set of knee marks telling without a doubt what she was seeing roughly.
What told what it was absolutely however was the one creature that had been mounted from behind after had rolled onto their back and laid there. A massive imprint. Shoulders wide, the head looking as though it was wearing a circlet, the muscles large and tremendously defined, and then finally the two most obvious marks. A heavy stubby spiked tail maybe the length of her palm, and deep gouges as though the person was wearing heavy ridged and plated armor, the ridges a good two inches into the ground along the spine. Finally that sickly sweet smell all about the imprint, the ground looking as though saturated in oil. It was a Mourkra.
Dek’Sestva’mon tem Ut’Kregda’fed, Memories of Mourkra:
Kaytoo felt the color run from her face as she’d weave and sit hard on her rump feeling dizzy. She had heard the tales of Mourkra like all, much of it clearly exaggerated, yet some of it she was not sure of like that they were Godless, ate humanoid flesh and even each other and countless other stories and speculations. However she had actually seen some Mourkra in the past both from a distance and even one close up. Just the thought that they could be near this very moment made her shudder as she recalled what she had witnessed.
Pressed into service with the soldiers of the Third Continent as they fought the hordes of the Second, she was made to run water up to the lines, help drag out the injured, and gather weapons and armor after the battles. The first time she saw Mourkra was from a distance from high atop a hill. The Third Continent’s forces had formed deep battle lines easily five hundred men wide, and fifty men deep. As the Second Continents forces also lined up, suddenly maybe forty pairs of creatures broke their lines. At first she thought they were simply massive men, yet suddenly she thought them massive beasts as they had dropped to running on four legs and their speed was tremendous. Without hesitation they charged the lines crashing into them. Pikes and lances leveled, oddly only a small few were stopped though their impact drove a dent into the first four rows. The balance however had devastating impact, some driving through a clear ten rows back the soldiers barely parting as suddenly an ever growing circle would form about the beasts as men fell. Others though forcing a dimple into the lines would cut them deeper as suddenly there was an ever widening and deepening wedge driven into the rows only bodies littering the cleared areas, and for the maybe eighty of the beasts sacrificed, easily hundreds if not over a thousand of the Third Continent’s forces fell.
The second time was collecting weapons after the battle among the dead and surely dying. This time however she was close no more then thirty paces away. Three of them came out of no where, from different directions fast, powerful and focussed. Screeching, loud clicks and howls, they suddenly changed course and hit one of the guards and after one had slammed into him the other two within the blink of an eye had literally ripped him limb from limb to only sing out once more and charge for the next. Kaytoo was frozen with fear eyes wide and just staring. Massive creatures that went through three soldiers before turning on the fodder of women and those unarmed before them. One had run through attacking all the men, halving them with his battle axe before grabbing up a downed woman and bolting. The second had simply turned on all the women, his path perfect as he would slam into this one, then that knocking them far yet near to one another before picking up two and racing off with them. The last had just stayed back, howling, screeching, grunting and so on, and as the other two turned and ran with their prizes, he looked at Kaytoo and began to charge. She was so scared she couldn’t even drop to the ground standing there. As it reached maybe twenty paces away at a dead run, suddenly perhaps eight arrows struck him, then a spear, then another. His charge so focussed and unrelenting that when he fell fifteen paces away he slid another ten dead. Kaytoo simply fainted.
The last Mourkra they had actually captured. In a cage barely big enough to hold it standing, it thrashed so violently it bent the bars uncaring of the wounds it was inflicting upon itself. A number of the whores that followed the army had demanded more money, in kind a number of the common women had begun more and more to refuse the soldiers advances. A Sargent at that time, now a Captain in the service of the Grand Duke Korgewrath however had a solution to the women’s refusals. In a clear and hateful voice he announced, “All of you whores, you free women no different, you fuck and suck when told! Otherwise, service the Mourkras!” With that some of his soldiers simply grabbed a random woman from the crowd and stripped her. They mauled her breasts, bottom and cunnie in front of the Mourkra till it had ceased its thrashing and was making clicks and yelps its spinal plates rising along with its cock. Suddenly they tossed her to it, and to say any creature on the planet rutted so savagely, so hard as that Mourkra would have been a lie. By the time it had cum the woman was black and blue from head to toe, bleeding terribly both inside and out, and though the wounds didn’t kill her, the trauma to mind and spirit had her laying there unmoving till she just simply passed away.
Not a single woman ever said no there in the encampment again, and not even a single whore charged no matter the customer. Yes Kaytoo had seen Mourkras before and even lived to tell of it, and now these very same beasts were in the deep forest she called home as her heart sank and she ran.
Kef’fed Koft’fed, Running Away:
Now truth be told it angered Kaytoo that her lands as she felt wherever she stood she was responsible for, and therefor hers was being ravaged by these monsters. However, she knew them as unfocussed beasts, and knew reason would not work with them let alone threats of violence or even fear of death really leaving only two options. Kill them all, or move on.
One last look perhaps, and who knows, perhaps it was just a pair of them and with some wise planning she could discover a way to do them in or lure them elsewhere. Kaytoo however thought about it just a single second more, and in that brief second she decided otherwise. She had wanted to catch the spawning run of the Salmon coming up the river where she had camped the past few days, so why not instead simply travel downstream, and though the fish would be harder to harvest being focussed on reaching farther up the river, that would just make for more sport, or so she justified. With that Kaytoo gathered the few things she had, really simply some food, and what she’d normally carry with her and what she had prepared to fish with. It then struck her, “what if the Mourkra follow her? What if they find where she had been, or cross some old path of hers and track her down?”
Kaytoo couldn’t believe the two options she was faced with. She’d either have to travel a tremendous distance away doing all she could to cover her tracks which often could just make matters worse, or she’d have to make some sort of obvious path in the opposite direction hoping the Mourkra would find it and then head that way. It would be risky at best. First of all she had no idea where the Mourkra were as even though having rarely seen another at a distance, it was amazing how when trying to not see someone you’d run right into them. Secondly she had no idea where they were camping, how many of them there were, or if they were simply moving like she stopping and laying down where they stood when tired. It didn’t matter, laying out a false trail would be her only option, otherwise, she would be looking over her shoulder for a long time, and the prospect of that it already against her kinds nature to run, definitely did not set well with her.
With that Kaytoo devised a plan while protecting those most dear to her. Fortunately she had a companion if you will, Vorn, a huge Mastiff who for whatever reason just understood Kaytoo’s wishes though she herself had never figured out the connection. Pointing down river, she simply thought of the narrow trail, hidden passes and the like that led to a spot she knew of. Well protected and the like, and with that Vorn saddled up close to her and sat as though refusing, yet at Kaytoo’s insistence rose, barked once, and suddenly Kurge and Vas her other two Mastiffs broke form the bushes pressing close to her. After all four had ground their faces together, her three dogs along with Lorndoom her stallion bolted off though Kaytoo was deeply saddened by this. She loved her boys deeply, in the crown tongue she’d call them her babies. However she knew concern for their safety would cloud her thoughts, and if anything happened to them she could not bear it even though they could save her if needed, in her mind it not worth the risk.
With her dogs and horse heading to safety, Kaytoo realized she’d have to leave both scent and tracks. Her “Dragon’s Lace” armor would simply confuse both, so leaving it tucked away at her little camp along with her heavier weapons taking only a single long knife, her Tomahawk, bow and arrows, set out toward the freshest of kills discreetly, deciding how she could do this best. Kaytoo hated the idea of this, running. Though in truth what she truly hated was being afraid as it would consume her if not dealt with. However, this was not a fear she would choose to face, simply better she felt to put it behind her and deal with the consequences of running later.
As Kaytoo moved along she devised a plan of sorts. Once finding that last kill or one fresher, she’d make a trail perhaps five miles long leaving so much sign of scent, tracks and so on it would be as though one of the civilized peoples had left it. She’d then cut over to the river to a spot where she knew the Great Bears would be gathering to feed which made her chuckle almost wishing to see that fight, and would then simply float and swim back to her camp here, and hurry to join her babies down stream.
A good plan as long as she was careful to not be followed. Yet there were more then Mourkra in this forest.
Da Pux tem Un’Saada Tarv’Saadda’marg, The Truth of Spirit Curses:
Unfortunately for Kaytoo her simple plan of cowardice would not quite play out as hoped. Quickly she had began to note intersecting trails that she now knew had to be Mourkra. In kind the forest had begun to be quieter and quieter as she moved along, nothing was moving not even the spirit Black Capped Chickadees “Kelmtes” protectors and guides to hunters. Not even Ceepe` was calling out when she passed the spirit Chipmunk sentinels. Nothing, silence, all unmoving, and then she smelled it.
A simple thing really just smoke, yet a slightly odd smoke not of just wood or peat. Following the scent the spirit winds caring nothing for the activities of others, she soon not only smelled the smoke yet could see it somewhat distant, and as she moved even closer eventually began to hear sounds once more. The at first confusing sounds soon became clear, timbers burning and cracking, pottery being smashed, and structures falling. Finally she heard a new sound, screams of terror and anguish from women, men and children. So flanking a ridge and then moving up through an outcropping of rocks downwind of it all, she peered over just in time to see it. A lone Mourkra swinging his Ax down on a cow killing it, and what looked like a group of roughly men, women and children lay scattered about though it hard to be sure as the larger she assumed men were in pieces. All of the livestock had been killed, the Mourkra cutting out the cow’s rump as she watched, and all the structures burning.
Kaytoo debated as a single Mourkra she just might be able to kill. Tempted she slipped her bow from her back yet suddenly froze before trying to move closer. Two more Mourkra appeared dragging out a young nude woman. Clearly already ravaged she was unmoving, and as one threw her over his shoulder Kaytoo reconsidered. One Kaytoo might have a chance to kill from a distance her skill as an archer quite keen. Two if one was busy raping the girl possible, his hesitation perhaps enough to allow her time. Yet three was definitely too many, and just as along with the scents of smoke, blood and the rest struck her fully, so did that of the Mourkra musky and thick as Kaytoo pressed tight to the ground refusing to move. She then heard it, a long series of clicks and a grunt Kaytoo peering over the leaves to see a fourth Mourkra distant as though guarding their flank or prepared to catch any escaping. Then another doing in kind on the opposite side of the tiny village, and finally one more, actually closer near her, and she realized if she had moved any closer she might have been smelled or seen. So afraid, so terribly afraid Kaytoo would not even look at them turning her face down into the soil. Fearing they’d sense her gaze, smell her sweat of fear, or simply hear her heart hammering in her chest.
“Just don’t move” she thought, stay still, yet as she froze suddenly over the din of the activity below there came a sound beside her and near. Leaves crunching growing closer as Kaytoo pressed down tighter. She wasn’t sure what was coming for her, yet was sure if it didn’t get to her soon it would find her dead as she had stopped breathing holding her breath so afraid and her heart felt as though it was about to burst as she then heard it. A click, then another, as quickly the oddly timed clicks became rhythmic. Loud almost artificial sounding and she rolled her gaze ever so slightly to see it was Ceepe` the spirit Chipmunk announcing to all his warning of an intruder…her! How could he she thought, silent he himself hiding to not sound about the Mourkra yet betray her to them. Added to Ceepe`s warning now came an even more revealing betrayal. Kelmtes the spirit Black Capped Chickadee began his call above her just as he did often for her to tell her where deer were. It was too much, the spirits she prayed to, obeyed, and abided by suddenly were all turning clearly against her as they had been silent hiding themselves until now. In a panic Kaytoo slipped back over the edge before the Mourkra heard their call only to freeze at what she found preparing to bolt.
Roth had slipped up behind her the great spirit Brown Bear rising up blocking her way. She just knew it had to be him, his low growl causing her to freeze now faced with him tearing her to pieces or the Mourkra as behind her where she had crawled from she heard a twig snap, and rolling her head back there he was, Shoustvar the Black Spirit Bull Elk, protector and sentinel of those that dwell in harmony with the deep forests her patron spirit. How could they! All the spirits she had always served had turned on her trying to hand her over to the Mourkra. Yet before she could shout out her anger at their betrayal, suddenly Roth charged, Kaytoo scrambling back over the rise preparing to bolt back toward her camp yet Shoustvar though now distant blocked her way. Again Roth charged and rose, Kaytoo preparing to run the opposite direction when she saw the Mourkra distant so turned and began to run toward the village. Every time Kaytoo would try to turn to avoid the village there was Roth or Shoustvar blocking her way. No where to go she soon discovered she was within the village itself as she tripped over something looking down as her rump hit the ground discovering it to be a child.
Yes it bothered her, all the slaughtered people laying about, many in parts, and the women that had been raped their bodies were so contorted from the mauling it just made it all the more gruesome and horrific. She didn’t need to see, this all nothing new to her though not welcome, yet at each turn to bolt from the village there was Roth or Shoustvar just outside the perimeter blocking her path. Finally, after being forced to see it all, Kaytoo found an opening and she ran. Once more there was Roth or Shoustvar intercepting her, each time it guiding her past more and more corpses of slaughtered animals till finally she was cornered near the edge of a marsh right next to a clearly well worn path chewed up from the Mourkra’s travels.
Kaytoo knew what Shoustvar was doing as he had done this before to her many times. He had chosen her, chosen her to resolve this problem that offended his realm, its creatures and peoples. Kaytoo knew of, and had heard of the punishment for a refusal. To never find game again, never even able to catch a fish or even find a turnip to eat. Yet at the moment Shoustvar clearly handing her down a death sentence otherwise, she simply refused shouting out “Tdok!” or no. Shoustvar’s answer was quite clear as suddenly Kaytoo could hear no bird, or creature crawling, not even the wind through the trees. The sky even looked odd simply blinding or so hazy the colors all seeming to fade. The woods simply confusing no longer obvious to her, and everything about the forest, waters or land, flora and fauna seemed cut off from her, lost, alien. Kaytoo ignored it, it was not worth the risk as she tried to imagine a life away from all this in towns and cities among those civilized and what she’d be forced to do just to live away from nature, all of it causing Kaytoo to suddenly begin to sob.
When she finally opened her eyes it had all returned to her, Kaytoo’s experience, knowledge and intuition of the wilds, Shoustvar and Roth no where to be seen. Shoustvar’s demand and consequences had been handed down and would not be refused, Kaytoo weeping the entire slow walk back to her encampment.
Bahx’sot tem Un’Moragan, Pranks of Gods:
Once back to camp though just late morning, the fear and stress of the day had Kaytoo so exhausted she simply laid down and went to sleep. Now contrary to Spirits who seemed to affect every aspect of ones life and were very active yet could only affect the world around you, Hamr Gods rarely seemed to care about the activities of mortals and very rarely involved themselves except for the “dor’fed” or evil Gods. More so, wherein Spirits affected the world about you, they could not affect your mind. However that was the Gods playground, and was where if a God wanted to influence you in whatever way it was most likely where they would do it.
So it went for Kaytoo as she slept this morning. Whether just her own fears of the options set in motion by Shoustvar, or perhaps being truly Jagdnict the evil one, Kaytoo found herself once more back in Vashte` whoring for the poorer masses as a slave. Volume not quality the mode of such work as the patrons would line up and watch as each took their turn, it not uncommon to be forced to lay with fifty or more daily all unwashed and simply using you. Kaytoo then found herself weak and simpering, begging for scraps of food. Kicked about and abused by any even the lowest of beings, at the mercy of all she so out of place in the realm of cities. As she dreamt on, the degradation of a life away from the forest simply became worse and worse, and before she could consider fighting the Mourkra instead, she was shown the results there. They would not kill her outright, yet capture her, defile her, break her will and spirit till one day she would just die. So weak, broken and not fighting she would then be given back to Jagdnict cast once more from Barbarian Heaven her steel cold, and once more she would suffer under Jagdnict’s torments.
Just before Kaytoo awoke screaming under the suffering, Jagdnict however showed her a lie. That being, if she took her own life yet screamed and cursed the Gods fighting the spirits of trees and brush about her, then her steel would be hot and she could fight her way into Barbarian heaven. Finally he showed her an easy way to do this. An old rotting log nearby, and just under it she’d find mushrooms their color showing them clearly poisonous deep red and streaked in purples, and with that she woke up in a jolt. Facing certain suffering in Barbarian Hell no matter which of Shoustvar’s choices she took, Kaytoo took one last look around and resolved herself to take the way out shown to her, not even considering it cowardly and crawled to the log rolling it over finding numerous mushrooms there as her dream had shown. Jagdnict somewhere in Barbarian Hell no doubt smiled at the prospect of Kaytoo being with him soon again, and prepared for her eternity under his cruel torments.
Kaytoo took up three mushrooms thinking that number “kocve`” or faithful, and without hesitation ate them down not realizing in her lamentations she had taken up three with purple rings upon them, not streaks. Quickly she took up her sword, cursing the Hamr Gods, slashing at bushes and trees threatening the spirits within to come out and fight, her violent actions lasting all of fifteen minutes before she began to weave and stumble, finally falling as the world distorted around her and a flood of color filled her vision. Jagdnict was furious, “stupid woman” he shouted ranting and raving. Oh to be sure she had sinned, yet would eventually be made up for as a hallucinogenic haze washed over Kaytoo and Wespa, Jagdnict’s concubine, smirked and laughed taking her turn at twisting Kaytoo’s mind.
As Kaytoo lay there once more she found herself back in Vashte` serving the masses. This time though Wespa whispered to her all the while, “use your skills, touch him there, lick her there like this, grind and rut to be the finest whore that Vraste` has ever seen”. Kaytoo did as inspired by Wespa, recalling all her skills to expedite yet make intense her customers orgasms, she did the most vile and vulgar of things, anything, as Kaytoo would embrace her situation, dominate it, make it her own. In short order she had rushed with virtually all of the Third Continent, performed every perversion imaginable and invented more, and soon all mortal begged for simply a moment of her company. Her visions as with Jagdnict shifted once more to with the Mourkra. Using her skills as whore to control them, demand of them, “rush’fed” or rape them. In short order they were begging for her attentions Kaytoo dominating their every thought, and in no time they were nothing more then her perverse sex slaves serving her every need.
For two days Kaytoo dreamed in the mushroom induced haze. Her dreams so very vivid the entire time she writhed and groaned, touched and thrust. Countless orgasms crashing into the next as she lay there acting out every position and action as though possessed. Kaytoo’s dreams so intense even her cursed stripes of Breed false remained vibrant reds the entire time, her body drenched in sweat, cunnie so slick and flooding it making her back seem dry as her body would rise and fall, shudder and twist. Kaytoo at the very last imagining herself filled fully in every orifice and covered from head to toe in cum she herself cumming all the while all.
However, as Wespa’s whispers faded, and the haze began to clear, Kaytoo had one final Godly visitor within her mind, that being Herte`, the Goddess Kaytoo herself prayed to. Herte` frankly not having interest in devoting much time to Kaytoo or any other, too busy herself wishing to rush and fight left pair of simple thoughts deep within Kaytoo’s mind, no visions or detail, just an idea, or curiosity at best. “What if one did rush with the Mourkra? It would be something as no doubt not even a Barbarian could be so intense and focussed though considered “rush’dor” or taboo.” Added to that another simply to corrupt Wespa’s plan. “What if one used the rush to get close, and then, killed them wisely being sure to save one for a pure fight, one even the Gods would speak of. Why, they might even fear your coming enough they’d never let you die.”
Tarkd’ut’vesa’fed Un’Saadda Tarv’Rush’Shem’mon, Filthy Spirit Whore:
As Kaytoo awoke panting, still feeling the afterglow and tiny tremors of her almost constant orgasm’s over the past two days, she was forced to crawl to the river her face slipping into the water just to drink. Rolling over, she could feel the filth of her vision’s debauch. Her body covered in a slick sweat laced with lust and fear, cunnie slick as was her belly and thighs from all her manipulations. She stank, something she never did in fact bathing so religiously to help her hunting she normally to most didn’t seem to have any scent at all, and the only thing she could think of was to get clean.
Rolling back onto her belly preparing to crawl into the river her skin feeling as though it was crawling from the filth, found Kaytoo hit once more with a post orgasm shiver, and that alone made her pause, and think. She was a hunter and thought in such terms, it striking her that she hid from her prey by keeping clean. In kind how she often found prey like Buck Whitetail Deer in the rut by the very smell they put off marking themselves seeking mates. More so, the Bucks would mark their territory with their scent, and would determine those Doe in heat by theirs. So what if as she pondered having no clear recollection of her vivid dreams, “what if I was the Doe and they the Buck?” She remembered their scent and how thick it was so surely had to be intentional. She knew they’d seek females, and remembered how insensitive their systems were so it must be their own scent used marking their prey.
Kaytoo lay there considering her options as she was trapped and had to deal with the Mourkra, she knew that. She also knew being they hunted and fought in a pack there were at least six, and that to take one down would have the rest upon her in no time. She had to lure them in. More so, she’d have to kill them one by one yet knew they’d not separate. It suddenly struck her, an idea, an inspiration. She’d make her trail after all, though this one not of a hunter leading prey away, yet of some rank, randy whore drawing them into a trap. That trap being right here. The river before her had cut deep over millennia into the rock leaving sheer vertical walls a good hundred feet or more high. She’d have to be careful though, it important her scent stop right here on the narrow bank only on one side of the river maybe thirty paces wide. Kaytoo would make a trail while rank from here up past the marsh, then ride the river back to here, her filth washed away as she’d travel. Once back to here she’d take up her weapons and scale the far wall, and once they followed her back-trail to here, she’d have them as there would be no way they could scale the cliff quick enough before she could take them out even if they could discover where she was at.
Unfortunately though she would have preferred to have her weapons and armor already up on the cliff, the swim across might wash off enough of the scent it was not worth the risk as she wanted the trail obvious. Binding her weapons and armor together she lashed to them a stout rope, and to the other end she bound a sturdy stick, it taking three times to wedge it in a crag on the other side of the river finally tossing her weapons into the strong current. With that she was ready, simple enough, maybe she had underestimated her own cunning. Or perhaps she was not as clever as she thought dealing with what she believed were virtually animals.
Da Tarv’taup tem Ut’Kregda’fed, The Hunt for Mourkra:
Kaytoo cringed at how she felt so filthy. Never the less she set out making her trail contrary to her normal travels. Typically, she rarely walked a path even when at her cleanest, all game except the oldest and the wisest seemed to always take the path of least resistance. So to that end, Kaytoo would normally use flanking trails leaving her unnoticed and would let her get eyes on her prey first before they could see her. Today however she did not want to appear cagey in any form. Casual, perhaps even foolish, ignorant to the dangers in the deep forest how she wanted her path to seem. She took the trails most traveled making it a point to linger here, touch this there, sit and clear a spot, and would make it a point to break numerous plants and branches along the way. Civilized folks seemed to never be willing to bend a little or not tread upon everything in their path. Kaytoo looking back over the trail thus far simply cringed, as even a novice could follow such by sight alone, yet Kaytoo wanted this trail to lead to a lecher’s prize.
Frankly she didn’t feel up to her next tasks. Sure she stank like some filthy whore, yet she wanted the trail to as well to obvious degrees. As she’d pass she began taking leaves and wiping them over her sweaty body dropping them. Over her underarms and back of her neck, yet most of all over her cunnie still sticky from her sweat and whetness. The past couple of days though her having no idea it had been that long, had quite simply left Kaytoo sexually spent yet like it or not there was no option so right beside the trail she cleared an area right down to the dirt. Ridiculous frankly as nothing would go to such efforts, yet once done she rolled over on it making sure there was a clear impression of her front in the black soil, then over onto her back as she’d dig her heels in and began trying to rub her cunnie till she’d orgasm. Nothing. Oh sure, she had become whetter then she was refreshing what was there, yet no matter how much she tried to fantasize, no matter how quick her fingertips would fan, or slowly trace her folds Kaytoo just could not cum. Exasperated she finally rose wiping her slick fingers in the dirt, and resumed her walk toward the marsh.
Just a little further ahead however she saw it just off the trail a tall cluster of broad long leaves knowing what it held below. She could not remember the name, though no doubt just a type of Radish, yet in one firm yank and she had withdrawn what some called a “Root of Life”, others “Man Root” though the real name escaped her memory. Now at first blush, it would simply look like a large long horseradish. However not any good for eating this root had a very common use to all cultures. Ridding it of the leaves and odd feeders, Kaytoo picked up a shard of rock and began carving. The root once carved to shape and size, if kept damp would eventually grow a velvety skin over it and remain useful for years, firm yet flexible, somewhat slightly spongy or springy, the shape was almost always the same once carved, a man’s cock. Really no other use for it past a dildo even animals not eating them, and in short order Kaytoo had carved out a nice one veined, long, and perhaps a bit thick with a large flaring head. Kaytoo always would get excited just carving them, it just seemed nasty in a good way. With no time to let the skin grow it of no matter, now farther up the trail she cleared another spot, and lay back to truly mark the path.
The root surprised her at first as she lay there on her back knees wide. Perhaps it needed to be thinned down a bit, yet with a wiggle here, and a twist there eventually Kaytoo had set it deep to within her cunnie. At first she thought of those she enjoyed laying with back at the inn as she’d gently press the rubbery root deep into her cunnie, twist and pull it back out, yet today no doubt due to having already had enough, it just wasn’t quite hitting the spot. Thinking on this fantasy then that nothing working as her free hands fingers fanned at her clit, and suddenly she was reminded of what she was hunting, that inspiring the memory of the caged Mourkra raping that poor woman, and it struck Kaytoo, “what if that had been me?”
The thought set in her mind and though dark and terrible she wondered. Withdrawing the root fully she suddenly slammed it back into herself so hard it made her curl up in masochistic pain. She couldn’t help it, again, and again she rammed the root deep, her fingers pinching and rolling her clit savagely between them, it all painful yet she couldn’t help mumble “harder, harder”. It would have turned most people’s stomachs to see, deep in the throws of brutal masturbation she’d even rake her nails over belly breast and thigh as she’d plunder her own cunnie violently with the rubbery phallic shaped root. Suddenly it hit her as she pinched her clitoris hard once more, driving the false cock in and up to rake over her g-spot as her back arched and she gushed letting out a deep low moan her eyes rolling back in her head dreaming of being raped by the savage beasts of Mourkra. However in the midst of her orgasm Kaytoo suddenly froze, as the woods had gone silent save for a single twig snapped.
Def Ut’Kregda’fed Tarv’taup Tarv’Rush’Shem’mon, As Mourkra Hunt Whores:
She heard it, heard it as clear as a bottle breaking on the stone floor of a silent church. Everything had gone silent except her, that bad enough, yet the lone twig breaking was enough to make Kaytoo freeze even too afraid to look about. She then heard worse, like a panting as thick spit was lapped from slack lips right in front of her. She hadn’t noticed so focussed on her own obscene manipulations, yet the air had also become thick with not only her own rank self smelling of sweat and a woman’s lustful ebb, yet a strong sweet sickly aroma almost akin to flowers in bloom, as a throaty grunt, soft and deep, no more then an “uh” was heard before her.
Kaytoo was frozen in place her chin pressed to her sternum legs wide and pulled back far though her knees bent and her feet high in the air toes contorted from her orgasm. She really didn’t think of what it might be past an animal or some passing human, yet in her state she knew to move slowly, as maybe whatever it was hadn’t seen her. Slowly Kaytoo just slightly opened her lids looking directly at her now trembling breasts. In between them and more distant her hands clutching at the phallus of root. Up quivering thighs and back down her shins to her toes curled back, and there in the distance beyond them no more then six feet away she saw it staring directly at her cunnie.
A Mourkra. Massive, its mouth agape as its split black tongue lapped over thick dark brown lips and thick teeth. Its dark eyes wide and focussed on her impaled cunt, his dark olive brown skin slick with what looked like a heavy, thick oil. Just over its head she could see a ridge rising out of his spine as though the vertebrae had risen up him hunched over watching so intently. As her eyes trailed down over massive arms thicker then her thighs and broad heaving chest, she found his hands clutching his thick hard cock yanking on it to then suddenly stop. Kaytoo couldn’t move, so afraid she couldn’t even uncurl her toes let alone yank out the root as suddenly the beast made a sound that shocked Kaytoo to her core.
“Uh, again”, the voice clear, almost pleading she thought but knew she had to be wrong. “Uh, uh, again, uh more” as the beast actually spoke once again with little throaty grunts thrown in yet in words so clear it was as though a Human had spoke them. Suddenly the Mourkra stepped closer Kaytoo’s eyes alone pulling back still unable to move, the Mourkra leaning in close enough to sniff at her foot, then move between them sniffing at the scent rising up from between her legs as suddenly it began to jerk and pull at its cock once more furiously, grunting out “uh, again, more”. Kaytoo wanted to bolt though feared if she moved too fast the Mourkra would pounce on her and rip her to pieces. Slowly she began lowering her legs causing the Mourkra to tense as though in anticipation, and the more she moved the more excited and vocal it became as its eyes grew wide and it began bouncing up and down as though preparing then hesitating to stand.
As Kaytoo slowly began to pull out the large slick false cock within her, the Mourkra’s expressions became even more exaggerated to such ridiculous degrees that if not for the situation would have had Kaytoo howling with laughter. It’s rapid bouncing even more extreme as was its fierce pulling upon its cock, and as the dildo came free with whet pop, the Mourkra for a moment seemed to lose control as its grunts became high pitched “ah, ah, ahs!” and it almost jumped up raising up so high. More so, it was not as focussed upon her as it was the cock, Kaytoo unsure of what to do slowly extending it out as the Mourkra’s eyes and mouth grew even wider its excitement peaking upon taking it. In a flash it had raised the dildo to its muzzle sniffing it then wrapping its black forked tongue around it suddenly yanking its head back and sounding off with a loud chain of clicks so fast they could of almost been called a purr as Kaytoo scrambled to her feet backing away.
Kaytoo’s fists had begun to ball up though pointless having no chance with this creature, the Mourkra done lapping at the dildo slipping it into its belt looked up just in time to catch Kaytoo before she broke, it raising up fully Kaytoo’s eyes going wide and freezing only now able to grasp its true size. What she didn’t understand however was that the Mourkra just stood there as though waiting even seeming to have a patient though goofy expression on its face. Yet as Kaytoo slid a foot back it clearly tensed even letting out a deep grunt, and as she’d move each time gradually more and more, the Mourkra’s excitement clearly grew even to the point of letting out little nervous yips and clicks joining its grunts. Finally, the Mourkra’s muscles tensed and coiled, it began to faint lunges at Kaytoo then would wait and it struck her. The beast wanted her to run. Why she didn’t care though no doubt for whatever reason the chase sought, yet she’d not waste the chance and suddenly bolted.
Kaytoo was in a panic to such a degree she quickly realized she was heading away from the river so quickly reversed her path. Just then she heard it behind her as the Mourkra let out a long gurgling cry followed by a whoop. Kaytoo wouldn’t even look back yet suddenly could hear in multiple directions rapid clicks, yelps and screeches, whistles and purrs. She ran as hard as she could dodging the trees and brush, leaping over fallen log and diverting around other obstacles. Suddenly she heard it, like a bear in the midst of a hard charge smashing through the brush toward her, and before she could react something had slammed into her, yet wrapped itself around her as though to shield her as they tumbled. Laying there but a brief second Kaytoo screamed realizing what had her. Another Mourkra though this one clearly female though just as large as the last, Kaytoo scrambling for all her worth to pry herself free and found herself easily yanking back and off the massive woman hearing her whistle and purr behind her as she continued her run.
Looking to her left Kaytoo saw a sight that almost had her give up her escape. Suddenly one of the Mourkra running parallel to her crashed though saplings and brush that would of stopped her cold and more so in an instant had passed her, turned in, and tackled her as the other had before though flung her free after. They were easily a foot or more taller and three times her weight, however their size did not slow them down able to easily out run Kaytoo though she was exceptionally quick compared to most. Bolting away from the third, Kaytoo spotted a large outcropping of rock the face of a long hill. Thinking she would be more agile, up she scrambled along its face as what was now a total of five Mourkra raced in behind her. She was almost to the top, she knew this hill and beyond its far side it would race down to the river, yet with perhaps at best five feet to climb one of the other Mourkra slammed into the rock face and scrambled its way up through sheer brute force cresting the edge and over just as Kaytoo’s hand found it.
She couldn’t go back down, four were there waiting, and before she could even think of what to do the one on the edge of the cliff grasped her wrist and lifted her high. The beast screeched and purred all at once like some giant Owl, and just when Kaytoo knew he was going to cast her back down, he instead sniffed over her from knee to elbow, suddenly wiping his forearm over her front coating her in more of the thick slick sweet oil the others had already covered her with and sniffed her once more. As though satisfied, calls coming from all directions, suddenly he heaved her over the hills edge and down the back side standing there bouncing up and down waiting for her to bolt. Kaytoo didn’t hesitate, scrambling on all fours, tumbling down the steep slope, finally able to rise up as she could hear the stampede of massive Mourkra behind her. The river now so close she considered simply dropping and sliding into it, and just as she prepared to drop it hit her, a massive forearm to her chest.
It was not just her dead run, yet a deliberate strike itself as though knowing if she made the river she’d be gone. Agony wouldn’t describe her pain, the strike besides knocking her breath from her was so tremendous it had jolted her heart out of rhythm and shocked her nervous system as it seemed every nerve was both numb yet on fire in siring, crushing pain all at the same time. Kaytoo unable to move, even to curl up as in short order six Mourkra slid to a halt around her their yelps, grunts, clicks and other noises frantic and excited. Kaytoo knew this was it, this was the moment she’d die her steel cold, unable to even pick up a twig, let alone threaten and curse them into final battle. She’d suffer in Vastrokk for that under the tortures of Jagdnict for an eternity. Yet she knew first would have to endure their brutal rape, and worse if the stories were true them feasting on her live body.
Dorj Dorv’Rushva un Jagdnict’s Pax’mon, Cruel Torturous Lust and Jagdnict’s Promise:
It was simple to at least one of the Mourkra as this small woman wanted sex, even tempted him with her lustful toy, and they would be pleased to oblige. As though one of the noises they made meant something, suddenly the female of the group had grasped Kaytoo’s wrists and rolled her over on her belly and though she was having trouble focussing found herself staring at the olive hued flowing cunt and heavy breasts of the beast. Kaytoo however would not have time to consider what she was seeing as she felt her hips rising. Not lifted by them, nor her legs even spread from a pull to her ankles yet the tops of her thighs gripped high close to her hips, lifted up and easily spread wide by massive clawed hands that wrapped fully around them so tight she could feel nothing below the tight grasp her thighs to toes numb. Her belly and spine sagging contorting her back, as without warning she felt what had to be her dildo in size or perhaps even larger set to her netherlips for just a brief second.
It was not her dildo as suddenly she felt a large thick cock slam into her with such force she thought her curled spine would snap as she felt tree trunk thighs slam into her own and hips thrust forward so hard she could swear their pelvises met. It was brutal, no chance to reposition the cock driving into her at the worst angles forcing all about her vagina out of place to make room, and though one thrust was enough to knock the wind form her from the crushing pain, so came perhaps fifty more so fast and hard it could not of been a minute if that. Kaytoo couldn’t even scream the pain so intense as she felt the heavy balls slapping at her mons. She pled in her mind for them to knock her cold, to hurry up and cum their filthy seed in her, to kill her and be done with it and so she received her wish as on the next final thrust more violent then any other, the beast let out a ferocious roar as its thick copious seed pumped into her cunnie.
Now Kaytoo had been raped before often, in fact many times. In kind she had experienced brutal gang rapes beyond description where it was nothing short of amazing she had just not died. Yet this one violation surpassed it all combined. Horrific and violent, unrelenting and savage. In her mind it surpassed any rape, even vulgar tortures she’d endured. To say it was terrible to an extreme simply an understatement, as to Kaytoo if she could of found a word, to both body and mind it was nothing short of shattering…..and that just one lasting all of sixty seconds.
As the first Mourkra yanked himself out of her violently and dropped her, a second took up his place exactly as he had been and began his violent thrusting. No longer even able to retch from the pain, absolutely limp and lifeless, Kaytoo never the less felt it all, experienced it all, and sadly would remember it all. The only thing different from one to the next were simple things though as harsh as the penetrations themselves. Massive clawed hands gripping and feeling as though tearing at her shoulders. Strikes to her body and back from massive fists trying to get her to move. She prayed for release, prayed one of the strikes would catch the base of her skull and do her in, yet no such mercy found her. Instead five took their turns feeling as though five thousand, and in less then ten minutes, it was over, Kaytoo not even able to think and remember it was time to die.
After there was simply a haze as though waiting to expire. Barely would she recognize she was being carried over one of their shoulders as it ran through the forest her limp body flopping about with each stride like some rag doll until finally mercy was granted, that being blackness embracing her.
Sastva’sot tem Kocc, Ignorance of Beasts:
It was well until the next day when Kaytoo finally awakened wishing instantly that she hadn’t as battered would be a kind expression to describe how she felt. Every inch of her felt as though it had been beaten, every joint over tested, every muscle and bone sore. After roughly an hour she was finally able to turn her head the opposite way laying upon her belly, all to just spend another two hours staring silently at the young woman she had seen carried off just a few days before. If how the young woman looked was any indication of Kaytoo’s condition it suddenly all made sense. The gal was bruised and swollen from head to toe, filthy and laying there shaking barely even blinking. Frankly Kaytoo was stunned having assumed they would have eaten her by now, yet as she slowly began turning her head more looking about she realized something even more stunning.
Both Kaytoo and the woman lay there in what was clearly somewhere in the marsh. Though Kaytoo couldn’t stand, the thick hot air, reeds, cattails and stagnant water surrounding them told her that much. They had to be upon some minor rise like many she often noticed in such places, littered with Cedar an old hardwood fallen and rotting across its middle. The stunning part however was there was not a Mourkra to be seen. Just a single trail she suspected leading out to that which Shoustvar had shown her days before. The girl wouldn’t talk, in fact she’d barely move only flinching and cringing when Kaytoo tossed a twig toward her, and as the late afternoon turned to evening the sun making the sky come ablaze, suddenly the girl began weeping, the answer soon realized as heavy footsteps plodding through black peat made their way up the path.
Though Kaytoo had barely moved, she had enough that she struggled to place herself back where she had been and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Soon footsteps became grunts, clicks and yips, and feigning being asleep Kaytoo found a massive hand at her shoulder which was shook to wake her. Debating as to whether or not to open her eyes, once she did a large chunk of venison the skin still upon it was tossed down in front of her and another for the other woman. It was only then that she noticed numerous other rotting pieces of meat around the girl untouched. Kaytoo had learned long ago, be it friend or jailer if food was offered eat and gain strength. Raw meat better then many meals she had eaten, and if it had been any other day might of served this to herself. Sore and hesitantly Kaytoo ate her meal, and once done she was shocked once again when one of the Mourkra spoke behind her saying a simple phrase. “Uh, Painted woman you uh come”.
Kaytoo could barely crawl let alone rise up, so knowing she’d have to buy her time and hoping they’d not eat her having seen they didn’t the other, crawled on her elbows just a couple of feet, the pain in her joints and muscles too great to do anything more. Vocalizing only grunts and growls, Kaytoo shielding her head with sore wrists and hands, she suddenly found herself being lifted, and none too gently laid over the thick log her hands and cheek finding the ground on the far side, shins and feet the other her rump up in the air. Kaytoo knew what was coming and there would be no way she could stop it, as she suddenly felt and heard a couple of them sniffing her now truly rank, and oddly did not try and wipe their oily sweat upon her. Without warning Kaytoo felt a thick tongue press to her folds then drive deep into her cunnie. Once pulled out she could hear the smacking of lips, and over excited sounds and vocalizations they made as whichever one it was worked itself into a frenzy.
A moment later she felt something that terrified her, a thick finger pressing deep and hard into her bottom. Kaytoo knew if they raped her there she’d be in big trouble it causing her to screech out “Tdok!” or no. Besides the damage they would do considering how they rutted, she knew it would harm her enough she’d be helpless praying she could slip off during the night. Yet just as quickly the finger withdrew, and an overly exaggerated statement of disappointment was made “uh, no good, same”, yet oddly then it almost sounding exactly like her screeched out “Tdok!” it sounding as though she had said it herself. Just the finger was enough Kaytoo hoping she had read the inflections right soon discovering she had, as in an instant she felt the weight of the Mourkra slam into her as it impaled her cunnie on his cock and began his violent hammering away.
Everything about these beasts seemed exaggerated. Their expressive faces, actions, phrases and size. Right down to their cocks and heavy balls though perhaps just sore and sensitive Kaytoo could swear she could feel every bump and vein, the edge of the thick flaring head, and the radical curve it seemed to have. Now however as it pounded away driving its cock deep inside her to his limits to only yank it back out a second later, she realized the greatest pain of it all was no longer her battered cunnie, yet her bruised and pummeled thighs, hips and bottom. In no time the beast drove deep as it came in her. Though no doubt in her mind she could swear she could feel the thick hot cum spurt into her again and again. Once done the beast simply yanking out and nothing more, all to have the next line up and begin his hammering drives into her.
Kaytoo was truly numb of mind and spirit. She just lay there as the second beast rut away, using her as nothing more then a cum-ditch, a hole to shoot his vile spunk into, and just as he was nearing cumming within her she heard it, a thunderous pounding of footsteps as suddenly the body slamming into her was knocked away its heavy cock wrenched out of her. Though she could not rise up to see, she could hear behind her a vicious fight ensuing as one of the Mourkra attacked the other who had been raping her. Ferocious roars and growls, clicks and grunts, all while dirt was kicked up on her as they fought for position. Kaytoo knew she was in trouble, clearly to her another wanted her first and was demanding his spot in line. That meant one thing, he’d take out his aggressions on her when he took his prize and if it was the one who had been raping her then he’d make up for the interruption on Kaytoo as well.
Just as quickly all went quiet, Kaytoo hearing steps only to find her head yanked up by the hair as a Mourkra squat low and grunted before shouting in her face. “You no let! You broke, uh, when fixed good uh then inside!” Though Kaytoo had trouble grasping what he was saying in her terror and pain, she thought to herself how stupid this beast was if he actually thought she could stop one of his kind. Yet for the moment she’d find out who was the leader here, as suddenly she could sense three of them around her, and though unable to look up her cheek back on the ground, heard their grunting and gargled moans, as one after another she felt them spill their seed on her bottom and back having instead masturbated over and upon her.
The next three days became somewhat routine with some surprises. Soon Kaytoo would awaken with the sunrise as did the Mourkra. Kaytoo and the young woman both left unbound and unguarded as the Mourkra would go out to hunt she supposed. Eventually they would return always giving Kaytoo and the woman a fair piece of raw venison, Kaytoo eating hers ravenously, as the other gal simply refused. After their meal again always the same. Kaytoo alone would be lifted up and laid over the log, and those males not rutting with the Mourkra female would stand over Kaytoo and cum upon her yet past that, not touch her sexually. Finally the Mourkra would talk amongst themselves, and finally all would go to sleep. As said though there were some stark surprises. Some simply curious, others quite frightening. However the day was fast coming their mercy would end, and if Kaytoo was to survive this, she’d have to somehow be reminded of dreams.
Def’Tarv’Sostva tem Ut’Kregda’fed, Learning of Mourkra:
As Kaytoo lived those three days recovering, she learned many things regarding Mourkra some of which relieved her, and others which concerned her deeply. She learned first off that though they had an intricate language of countless sounds, so complex in fact she was never able to understand any of it, they also understood common though when the Mourkra spoke it the words often were incorrect as to inflection in relation to intent. More so it was in a “pidgin” if you will, broken and lacking in connective words. What she also learned regarding their vocalizations was they were exceptional mimics. Even she could from that understand why they misused certain tones with certain words, as they had obviously learned them as part of a phrase, and then would simply repeat them exactly, it at times sounding like many different people making up a single sentence.
Kaytoo also learned that they themselves were very quick learners. Words she would use in Hammer repeated precisely, in fact even in pitch and tone sounding almost exactly like her. This was very evident during their nightly tests as individuals for whether she was ready for sex or not. Amazingly all she’d have to say is “no, me broke still” and they’d then masturbate over her instead. Eventually, perhaps even as her own little test, that evolved to “Tdok, tom un’crimm un’crisf def” and they would know exactly what she had said once she had said it her way, then in common being “No, my cunnie injured still” yet from other discussions they utilized it correctly asking “Pas? Tem du un’crimm def un’crisf?” or “Is your cunnie still injured”.
Now one would think that would grant a ray of hope. Hope in that if these beasts were so capable of learning then perhaps she could reason with them. Yet to Kaytoo it struck great fear into her, fear in the regard that if they were that intelligent, then their actions were not simply bestial drives yet deliberate. If that were the case then just like the Hamr seeming primitive to others, that meant they lived how they did by choice, and such lifestyle choices were never made lightly. It further frightened her in that if they were so clever, then not only would it be impossible to best them physically, yet possibly even by her wits, and that would mean if the case, she’d have to endure this for a very long time if not forever.
Realizing this, Kaytoo knowing hard times were coming again very soon, utilized the mercy granted to learn as much about them as possible through watching and asking which oddly enough they were more then happy to tell her. Still filthy she realized her strong smell gave them comfort. Comfort in that they knew who she was simply from it, could find her easily even when out of view, and perhaps even had suppressed olfactory systems or the ability to smell, meaning she might be able to hide herself simply by being clean. She also realized scent was how they would locate one another over distances their musky smell no doubt individual though she could not tell. In kind she realized that the sweet smell they’d exude when aroused let others know of their intentions, and more so both could be used to mark virtually scentless prey as she realized they had done to her that first day. In any case they were almost constantly smelling and tasting her and noted they did so with many things.
Kaytoo also discovered they had a fragile order or hierarchy within the group. Each holding a particular ranking compared to the others though the lines became more gray as you’d descend the social order. There was the obvious leader who seemed slightly older and smarter then the rest, then another clearly under him, the largest and strongest of the group yet clearly loyal to the first. Next was another male, younger and the same size as the leader, yet clearly not as controlled, very aggressive often challenging the leader though kept at bay by the second. Fourth down in ranking was the female, hers an odd situation at best. Though it was clear she was favored by the leader and second, she seemed to desire the third. More so, the bottom two were constantly testing her for dominance or more the chance to have sex with her of which she fought both, sometimes won, and sometimes lost. Finally were the bottom two almost seeming equals, each unique, and one clearly more powerful then the other though similar to the second and third respectively. Unable to understand their language, Kaytoo simply named them Ka, Ke, Ko, Qa, Qe, Qo or in her language one through six, and oddly enough found once they learned what she called each would instantly respond to it.
Kaytoo also learned some minor yet very important things. Once they went to sleep they were out cold it taking quite a bit to rouse them though new scents in the air would do so easily. It turned out as well they did not eat higher beings. In fact though the third seemed intrigued by the idea for the power it might grant him, the balance were repulsed by it. They also seemed almost afraid of everything and treated everything as though alive. Even a twig tripped over would be pointed and yelled at. The wind, rocks, plants, everything regarded so obviously Kaytoo could tell they believed an individual spirit in everything right down to a grain of sand. The Mourkra were also extremely expressive over exaggerating every facial expression, every gesture, and discovered her restrained by their standards expressiveness simply left them with the impression she had no opinion on many things at all.
Finally she learned another thing of note though many others. Sexually she had always heard Mourkra were “one shot wonders” basically simply wanting to cum once and were done. She realized however this was not true as some of their sexual activity was purely dominance based. The third constantly testing the three lower, though did not have that much interest in the female or really any of the others, Kaytoo more to his liking and that would be a serious problem. The leader and second were sexually indifferent to all even Kaytoo. In fact, they’d not once masturbated over her though did rape her the first day. That told Kaytoo it was a statement of power. The sixth similar to the third however definitely desired the female and Kaytoo, the fifth simply wanting sex not caring what or who. Never the less, they all had sex in some form at least once a day be it over Kaytoo, masturbating or with the female Qa.
As to the Mourkran sexual practices she witnessed, it all seemed rather basic to her. The female Mourkra or “Qa” the primary sexual outlet for all quite obviously desired the third or “Ko”. This was clear in that she tended to follow him about and at every opportunity offer her backside to him when he’d take notice. The Mourkra seemed to have only two sexual positions. Qa on all fours, or much less often on her back it really more determined by what position she was in when sex was initiated verses preference. Kaytoo witnessed almost no oral sex, or even much use of their hands. Qa’s large breasts and nipples offered absolutely no interest to any of the males, and past vaginal penetration there was not much more involved. What Kaytoo did notice however was that contrary to how they moved when raping Kaytoo, they moved much slower though lasted about the same amount of time.
The only aspect clearly different from Kaytoo’s experience however, was when Ko would try and force his dominance over Qe and Qo the lowest ranking males and on occasion Qa the female. When with Qa even though she clearly offered herself to him, he’d sometimes insist upon driving his cock into her mouth yet only briefly seeming to gain no pleasure from it before mounting her. With the two males however it was much different. In those cases it was clearly forced, Qe often beating back the assault, Qo always losing. Always a fight, and then Ko would while pinning them anally penetrate them. Always rapid and violent like with Kaytoo, yet always withdrawing and finishing upon their back through masturbation. Any forcing of them to take his cock in their mouth much like with Qa as though to simply state he could. Yet all of it entirely dominance based, and clearly anal sex held no interest for these beasts which Kaytoo was grateful for.
What she didn’t understand however were two things. Why the Mourkra never raped or even masturbated over the other woman, and why they were being so kind letting her recover it almost making her wonder if from here on in it would be of her choice, and tomorrow she would receive her answer.
Vesa’mon Cri, Sestva’mon, Clean Body, Focussed Thoughts:
The next morning began as any other. The Mourkra early would head out together, and Kaytoo though still sore and bruised was finally able to move around well enough to as she had daily tried to encourage the other woman to eat, to talk, or to do more then simply adjust her position laying. Having an idea, Kaytoo moved just into the edge of the marsh off the hill and pulled up a number of Cattails removing the feeder roots doing the same with some reeds as well. Kaytoo then found a nice cache of Morel Mushrooms, and finally some greens as those civilized called them and carried it all back to the girl who voraciously ate retching all the while it having been so long since she had eaten. Unfortunately after then to only roll over once more in silence though each day Kaytoo would feed her again.
What struck Kaytoo most of all though was the feeling of her calves as just that little bit of water helped in easing her all too filthy feeling and it took her but a moment to decide what to do next. Climbing a Cedar, she looked over the vast marsh and from what she could see there was only the one trail through it. Granted, at best just a half mile in any direction, yet Kaytoo knew any path she’d take could be easily followed even if down wind. What she also found however was a small pond near by and from it running a creek. Clearly a spring so Kaytoo climbed down quickly and began fighting her way through the tall reeds and Cattails until suddenly she burst through falling in. The pond at best only just over her head at the center and perhaps thirty yards in diameter. Yet it was water, clean and clear, and as she swam she drank, and as she drank she scrubbed rubbing over every inch of herself both inside and out. She then noted the sandy bottom of the creek the peat washed away, using the sand to scrub even more of the filth from the past week off her as it would sluff away the dead skin.
It then struck Kaytoo she could do even more. Yanking up a number of the Cattails she had to fight and work to get through them yet collected the sap from the base and in short order had a handful of the antiseptic soap as she’d use more sand to make it last, scrubbing herself over and over. Finally she found a fresh water Muscle prying it apart devouring it, she scraped over every inch of herself with the edge of the shell. If she had hair it would have been gone, yet soon she was down to fresh skin, and when all said and done had accomplished one simple thing. She was clean.
Kaytoo realized the Mourkra would note her path to here quickly though she still wasn’t sure why they left her alone if truly wanting to keep her. In any case she’d simply make note of this place just knowing it might serve her, and with that she made her way back to the hill. Once there Kaytoo tried to get the younger woman to come with her and do the same again the girl refusing as she simply lay there unmoving. Now it would seem that Kaytoo at this moment had opportunity. Fact of the matter is though, she realized no matter how much suffering she had endured and how much risk there was in simply being here, that she still did not have a choice. To be truly free and gain her life back, she’d have to either drive out of the deep forests the Mourkra which would be unlikely the world so vast, or kill them as Shoustvar had truly given her no option.
However, for the moment she was clean, fed, and healing. Most of all from this moment now focussed was hunting. Hunting in that it is learning of your prey to such a degree you understood them and their individual habits fully. The killing part done at will. Sadly for Kaytoo however, she was about to be reminded that it takes experience to do so, and experience was charging her way.
Dor Pux tem Rush, Evil Truth of Sex:
Now clean and able to think more clearly, Kaytoo verses her usually rash reflexive response to most situations realized that reflex above all other traits is what the Mourkra did best. Yes they had shown patience and even compassion if it garnered them what they wanted, yet to Kaytoo they were still lower beasts, and she being human felt she was their better her mind her sole advantage.
Deciding to not simply run, it not an option anyway, she had heard off in the distance since beginning to bathe the Mourkra calls. Never silent beasts, well except when they wanted to sneak up on you, it amazed her how clearly each of their sounds could be heard over such vast distances they clearly not simply reflex yet a means to keep in contact with all others of the pack. The calls however since back had seemed to be moving ever closer to the entrance of the path at the far end of the marsh. Kaytoo stood and listened distracted from her planning, as she began to hear heavy footstep running toward her up it, though if not for the mud she was not sure she would of heard it at all, as then suddenly “Ko” or the third ranking Mourkra raced up onto the hill in a panic.
Kaytoo could see his concern, his expression wide eyes, exaggerated, tongue frantically flicking at the air as he looked about wildly. Finally he saw Kaytoo standing there as his expression shifted to surprise, and without a moment of hesitation charged. Kaytoo didn’t know what to do, she knew she couldn’t out run him, and could tell he was clearly upset with her for some reason. All she could think of to do as her own eyes went wide was drop to the ground curling up preparing for the hit as a second later she was, both her and Ko tumbling over the hill Kaytoo tight in his grasp. The oil upon him was thick and musky, flowing heavily soon coating much of her as his grappling seemed to be more intent on painting her with it as suddenly he blurted out, “You try hide!”
Kaytoo wasn’t sure what to say as a heavy massive hand set to her chest pinned Kaytoo to her back as suddenly Ko began licking over her neck and breasts, under her arms and especially over her cunnie and bottom with his thick blue forked tongue as though tasting her finding her scent though now to him masked her so clean and devoid of it. As his tongue suddenly drove deep into Kaytoo’s cunnie, Kaytoo shouted out what she had been taught, “Tdok, tom un’crimm un’crisf def” in her native tongue. Ko rising up yanking out his thick twisting blue probe, and suddenly growled as he spoke to her after in her very own voice it sounding as though Kaytoo had said it herself. “Tdok, du un’crimm tem tdok ut’crisf!” or “No you cunt is not injured”. There was to be no more discussion or debate as suddenly Ko turned and drove up while keeping her pinned, driving his massive thighs under her own Kaytoo gliding easily over him from his slick oily sweat quickly turning sweet. There would be no pushing him off, and her strikes to his face and chest only made him smirk wildly, as suddenly she felt the tip of his thick cock slip down the furrow of her labia, and once it found the mark held for just a moment.
If not for the thick oil upon him he would of tore through her cunnie. Instead it aiding almost as much as her whetness would, Kaytoo suddenly felt the slam of his hips down to her thighs, felt her vagina suddenly driven open, and felt the breath knocked from her as her guts were driven aside. Out of reflex her legs driven wide feet high in the air unable to find purchase caused her hips to roll up as though to adjust the angle as the heavy Mourkra began pounding away into her cunnie. Again reflex took hold, her heels locking over his back to try and reduce the impact of his drives, yet in the end that foolish at best though reducing her physical injury as suddenly she felt the thick throbbing veins and flaring head of his cock rake again, and again quick and hard over her g-spot, and Kaytoo’s scramble to escape was to no avail as she realized what was about to happen.
Suddenly Kaytoo’s cursed stripes of blue shifted to bright vibrant reds, her nipples and labia swelling as her cunnie began to flow heavily and her clitoris firmed and hardened as it withdrew under its hood. Kaytoo panicked fearing the inevitable, how filthy it would make her feel as the injury would be to self in the form of shame instead of her body. She prayed the Mourkra would hurry and cum, instead her vibrant shift in color of her tattoos caused the Mourkra to pause in wonder as Kaytoo like some randy whore continued to yank up to him gripping with her heels, her body reflexively trying to grind her clit to him as the Mourkra looked down and smirked. “Painted woman whore yes?” Causing Kaytoo’s grinding to shift to trying to push away yet there was no getting out of his grasp, or unimpaling herself from his cock as Ko simply bore down.
Shame would not be a strong enough word as Kaytoo even before the Mourkra Ko found herself gushing over his cock and balls. Her head rolling back as she let out a low throaty moan then yell, her back arching so high it even lifted his massive weight slightly as she felt his thick blue tongue wipe over her face and through her mouth, his final push filling her with so much pent up cum she could feel it ooze out of her cunnie no room for it with his thick cock within. She felt filthy, ravaged. Not so much in the regard he had raped her, yet in the regard she had orgasmed quickly and violently from this rutting beast and worst of all, realized she wanted him to not stop.
Da Sem Trakd’Qostva’fed Ferntva’fed, A Woman’s Jealous Rage:
Kaytoo would be granted little time to consider her moral confusion. Granted she had been raped once more, yet as is common with many victims who experience physical pleasure from the mechanics and tension of it all, also guilt and shame. Yet as she lay there her hips still reflexively thrusting up in orgasmic spasms, suddenly she heard off to the side a screech of a yell followed by a growl. Qa the female as always had been following Ko around, catching him raping Kaytoo infuriated her. Not in the regard of him doing wrong against the wishes of Ka, yet in the regard he was having sex with Kaytoo, and more so could clearly see both enjoying it. Quite simply, Qa was jealous, and over six feet and three hundred pounds of enraged female was a dangerous thing.
It took but a moment for her to charge fortunately for Kaytoo Ko pulling his thick cock out of her just before she hit and the two tumbled across the hilltop fists flying. Their fight however only lasted a couple seconds as Kaytoo then saw the massive female turn and look at her once more in a full charge, and all Kaytoo could think of to do was quickly roll over and curl up preparing to take the hit. Qa slammed into Kaytoo as best she could both rolling and if Kaytoo had not been so low would of definitely been hurt badly. Before Kaytoo could even gain her bearings Qa was upon her straddling her hips, and before Kaytoo could even say let alone do anything a massive fist struck her in the back knocking her breath from her.
As Kaytoo lay there simply trying to breathe, Qa began fiercely raking her cunnie over Kaytoo’s bottom. What made it truly brutal was that Qa was bearing down with all of her weight trying to grind her clitoris to Kaytoo’s pelvis and spine. Quickly Kaytoo realizing though Qa was angry, it was more done to simply be able to feel. Kaytoo’s hips felt like they’d be broke in two by the massive woman yet soon realized she should stay still as each time she’d move even in the least she’d receive a strike to her head or shoulders, however just as she knew her back was about to be broken, Qa suddenly paused and ever so slightly raised.
Kaytoo could hear Ko and Qa suddenly clicking and yelping in their odd language with others clearly there, and when she glanced off to the side saw the balance of the pack Kaytoo blurting out “Tom tem broke still! Tdok!” With that the group fell silent briefly as Kaytoo looked to Ka, him suddenly shaking his head to a ridiculous degree then stating “No, you no broke no more”. Kaytoo knew her time was up, it would be the same as before, and though she recovered the first time who was to say what might happen this one or how often she’d be able. Yet at this moment she had a bigger problem, an enraged female who was hell bent on grinding Kaytoo into dust.
Kaytoo had a choice to make and had to do it quickly. She could either be rape fodder for these massive beasts or somehow turn it around to her advantage. Her will to survive kicking in she was struck with a single idea as though a dream remembered, even voicing the word in Hamr, “Tarv’rush’shem’mon” or whore. With Qa slightly raised Kaytoo took a chance much less protected, rolling over to her back she reached up toward Qa’s massive breasts and grasped onto them Qa not even seeming to notice. Thinking quick and realizing these monsters seemed to barely be able to feel, she slipped her fingers to Qa’s long thick nipples, and gripping them between her knuckles bore down as hard as she could and twisted. Qa almost leapt off her so surprised, not so much that she was touched, yet more so there, and in the feeling it generated. Kaytoo squeezed with all her might to a degree if done to her she’d be shrieking in pain, yet Qa’s eyes went wide in shock, her mouth suddenly opening wide loosing an audible “Ahh”, and just as Kaytoo’s cursed tattoos had shifted to reds, suddenly Qa’s spinal plates rose high and her skin seemed to instantly begin to ooze a sweet smelling oil.
Adjusting her grip once again squeezing hard had Qa’s eyes roll back as a violent shudder washed over her, and Kaytoo thought to herself “I have her”. What Kaytoo realized however was that since dominance was so important in this group, to simply survive this moment it was important Kaytoo show she was not a threat to Qa’s status or position as the only female of the pack. In kind she couldn’t come off as being the aggressor it critical she be seen as submissive so no threat. Thinking quickly, she realized what Ko had often done with Qa and Qo, them using their mouths upon him an act of submission, so before Qa could get past the new feeling of having her nipples touched Kaytoo slid down quickly under her and as firm as she could began licking, or more really grinding her mouth to Qa’s olive hued cunt. She began even biting down hard careful to not cut yet pinch at her clit and labia, moving her hands up even to try and pinch her netherlips between them yanking them wide to grind and lap at her flooding gash.
If the grip to Qa’s nipples had not been shocking enough, this blew her mind. Qa suddenly shuddering as she let out a long series of rapid clicks then a throaty purr of sorts to suddenly scramble backward off Kaytoo tripping and falling to her back her mouth and eyes wide in shock and disbelief. Kaytoo didn’t hesitate though could not believe what she herself had done it seeming vulgar and obscene with this massive creature. Quickly upon all fours she kept her hips high, yet lowered her eyes and shoulders to seem fearful, pleading, as she touched Qa’s calves then set her mouth to one licking up the sweet oily skin slowly crawling higher toward her cunnie once more. Qa’s expression almost looked terrified, this something absolutely new to her, yet as Kaytoo reached her gaping cunt licking more for show then effect realizing she couldn’t probably feel it, they both realized something though the impressions different for each.
The males were standing about wide eyed, mouths agape tongues lapping over thick dark lips in an exaggerated lascivious expression, their spinal plates raised, skin slick with sweet smelling oil almost suffocating so thick, and all of their cocks were rock hard a couple even slowly stroking them. Now to Qa this was an amazing thing, one where it was clear she realized that for once she was truly desired by all and the absolute center of attention for more then just a quick orgasm. You could see the look of excited positive surprise and realization upon her expressive face, her suddenly looking down to Kaytoo grasping the back of her head. Kaytoo on the other hand had a different thought running through her mind, one very clear being “Gawds, men and lesbians, they’re all the same”. In any case it was of no matter if she could pull this off and with that she began grinding her mouth to Qa’s cunt as she’d bite and pinch with her hands her entire face and even her hair quickly covered in Qa’s whetness.
Now Kaytoo had seen Qa having sex before, she would clearly orgasm and like the men it not taking much time. However, though she was definitely enjoying the new sensations, attention and having another grovel to please her, Kaytoo could tell she was simply not quite hitting the spot. With that she thought fast, rub her g-spot the answer. She then thought of the size of the Mourkra cock’s, the size of her own fingers and hand, and finally simply balled up her small fist setting it to Qa’s vagina and shoved hard. To say it had a positive effect would be light. Qa squalled out with a resonant yelp and moan her head yanking back as her heavy breasts and belly shook violently. Kaytoo suddenly realizing however that might have been a bad idea, and came to understand why the Mourkra moved so differently with Qa then they did her.
She had sunk her fist in close to a foot, instantly Qa’s vagina gripping down and Kaytoo clearly feeling she had firm muscles much of its length as they gripped so hard Kaytoo feared her arm being broke. More so, she could move them as though tightening one ring of muscle after another it feeling as though it was pulling her arm in, and her vagina would as Qa would shudder, suddenly quiver as well. Now Kaytoo had dipped her fingers and hands into more whet cunnies then most. She liked women easily as much as men, yet never had she felt a vagina so proportionally tight and strong, or more so active. Though only able to think on it later it definitely made Kaytoo feel inferior in that regard though she was quite skilled in manipulating her own. In any case Kaytoo began to roughly drive her fist in to twist it as yanking it back, the tight slick tunnel too foreign to find her g-spot, yet the flood over Kaytoo’s face confirmed she did something right as Qa shook and moaned, clicked, purred and shuddered.
Kaytoo could tell Qa was close no doubt this just all too new for her to let go. With that Kaytoo thought fast as she drove her fist into her biting down and wrenching on her clit. She herself always liked having the base of her tailbone licked there so many nerves there, Kaytoo having considered her own enjoyment of anal sex, yet that she knew was an act of dominance among this group. With that she took her free hand and grasped the stubby nub of Qa’s tail. Closing her fist tight she moved as though the nub was impaling her fist. With that Qa let out a roar Kaytoo’s rump suddenly driven down as Qa’s heels yanked down on it as this massive muscular beast curled backwards so high Kaytoo would not of thought her able and thankfully Qa’s hands releasing Kaytoo’s head before she snapped her neck or crushed her face upon her cunnie cumming violently.
Qa had orgasmed harder then Kaytoo had seen her yet. More so suddenly Kaytoo saw a massive load of cum splash upon Qa’s chest just as one painted her own back and rump, and with her face buried between Qa’s massive slick thick netherlips, Kaytoo smirked knowing she had them.
Pec’daf Wespa, Becoming Wespa:
Though Kaytoo had just been raped then begged another like some slave for mercy, she realized the ignorance of the Mourkra to skilled sex, and though she also realized she could never really satisfy them physically like another Mourkra, Kaytoo knew she had found an advantage above their own. She had intelligence and focussed far reaching intent beyond their own. Yet more so she had sexual prowess or skills they had never experienced, and though physically she could not match them, she could through sexual diversity coupling that with a goal not just simply needs and planning to work things there, it all boiled down to one thing. Power.
Kaytoo had in the span of just a few short minutes, at best maybe five, had four of the beasts cumming yet through her efforts not theirs. She had rushed with their most ferocious male and both had cum well and Kaytoo though sore not that much worse for wear. More so she had soothed the tremendous rage of the female, shown her many things new no doubt that she’d utilize again yet most of all improved her interest to the males. Kaytoo further peaked the perverse interests of the males enough that two could not even wait to take their turn with rape, and simply knew in short order she would turn them all to looking to her to learn. In a nutshell, she had turned from a victim all with a couple simple acts of survival to a calculating manipulating whore, and she would use this to gradually bend them to her will and if all went well, their destruction.
Kaytoo thought quickly needing to make this moment not simply fleeting yet one she could control and the first step was to not only show her submission to the female so not being a threat, yet also one the female could turn to, to learn more to keep the males interest past simply being a hole to dump their seed in. With that Kaytoo raised her slick head covered in the sweet oils and whetness of Qa. She knew subtle actions and expressions simply confused them, so with that she tried to exaggerate everything she did. Eyes wide yet brow high in the center and low to the sides she tried to make them look pleading. Mouth wide, panting, she’d lick at her lips and begin wiping in the whetness upon her face to it as she give out little higher pitched pleading grunts and loud coos. As she raised up to her knees, she set her forearm to her forehead as though defending it afraid while keeping her eyes low. Yet her most telling action were her hips, pushing forward, rolling and grinding as though she was humping the air desperately needing to cum, and pleading for Qa to let her.
Kaytoo knew to try and inspire Qa to go down on Kaytoo would be an act of dominance so avoided it. What she did do however was shuffle her knees ever close as she humped nothing eventually raising to a squat. Once there they all more curious at this point then anything, Kaytoo slowly always looking to Qa for permission slipped first one foot over her massive thigh, then the other her legs over Qa’s Kaytoo sitting on her rump causing Qa to pull them back farther unsure. Perfect, just what Kaytoo needed as for her to move Qa would be threatening act. Kaytoo then sat back down edging ever closer as the tension in the air grew thicker and thicker as did the flow of sickly sweet oil from each of them, their grunts and coos of curious confusion growing more frequent.
Suddenly, Kaytoo her cunnie pressed tight to Qa’s made a simple adjustment. Qa’s slick oils and copious whetness would make this easy, as Kaytoo lined up Qa’s little nub of a tail perhaps two inches long if that now known to be sensitive with Kaytoo’s anus, and ever so slowly pushed while pleading in expression and sounds till she had it as far in as it would go. Kaytoo tried to look grateful as she began to writhe on the nub grinding her cunnie to Qa’s and impaling her bottom on her tail. Qa looked horrified at first, yet just as she had when Kaytoo grasped it earlier her look of horror turned to one of “oh my gawd” at the sensation, and Kaytoo laid back thrusting herself harder and harder upon it. Instantly the males began yelping and screeching in excitement, Kaytoo could see from their expressions the sight of Kaytoo and Qa excited they enjoyed, yet also Qa truly doing something unheard of and new. Reaching up Kaytoo grasped Qa’s clitoris between her knuckles and as she twisted, pinched and pulled on it roughly, ground and drove Qa’s tail into her bottom as she ground harder and faster.
Kaytoo deliberately forced out of her own head this was an act of control. It was important Qa feel dominant, her penetrating Kaytoo would do that this a mercy if you will for the small Barbarian woman. To that end Kaytoo let go, and instead focussed upon cumming, and though this was all intended toward a malicious end, just the taboo of it, the debaucheries nature and vulgar obscenity of it all, soon had Kaytoo grinding out a true orgasm upon the woman simply making it all the more real. She drove down deep at the last, one hand twisting one of her own nipples as she shoved the thick nub of a tail as deep into her bottom as she could and ground. Her back arching as her muscles trembled, and she let out a low strangled groan as she came fully, Qa as well seconds after.
The males were crazed, yelping, purring, screeching out little yips and grunts in excitement. In a flash Kaytoo was grasped and yanked away from Qa, and just as Kaytoo looked up the men swept over her, Qa not Kaytoo. Pulling at her breasts and nipples like new toys discovered. Tongues lapping over her breasts and cunnie as they never had. In an instant the order was re-established as Ka pushed the others out of the way and mounted her. Qa though wanting Ko more then any other was not deprived as he thrust his cock into her mouth yet held it there as clumsily her hand began to pull on it to keep him there not even considering the end result just adding to the fascination by the others. It took mere seconds for each to cum, flooding her mouth and cunt fully Qa’s eyes bugging then rolling back at Ko filling her mouth.
Both withdrawing from her she was turned over onto all fours, and just as Ke and Qe mounted her front and back, she glanced at Kaytoo her extreme joy and perhaps even gratitude showing, as she was desired for more then simply being a cum-ditch. They wanted her because she excited them, and more so over their new found rape toy of Kaytoo. Kaytoo noted them both grasping at her and touching her breasts, nipples, body, clit and tail more then they ever had all of it now fascinating. And as they and now Qa herself orgasmed again, quickly Ka and Ko retaking now the opposite ends, Kaytoo saw who would be a true tool for her ends, as Qa kept pushing the now frustrated Qo away.
Di’Varta’sot du Wespa, Whispers of Wespa:
Wespa had long been known to the Hamr as a “dor” or evil goddess. Known to be the whore of the gods, a seductress of the highest caliber. Spending most of her time with Jagdnict his concubine, yet slipping up to the cliffs of Kvertosh to gather information. Lustful, deceitful and treacherous, the weaver of all traitorous acts. She is rumored to be the inspiration for all conspiracy, seditious and unfaithful acts. It is said for any mortal to spend an hour in her arms will make them either mad, or lecherous for the balance of their life. Is believed to be the reason for all infidelity and treason on Vraste`.
However, though considered evil and lacking in honor, the Hamr believe that there is actually a time and place for everything it only when such actions become a way of being, constant, the norm verses the exception and one loses balance that they have become bad. Though Kaytoo would of loved nothing more then to engage in a fair fight with these beasts, even a loss considered honorable as it would even a victory in that it would have been such a challenge, at this stage and with these beings it would of simply been the actions of a fool. So Kaytoo not even sure why it struck her to do so for the time being embraced the ways of the whore of the Gods, and saw where the first seeds of sedition should be planted.
Pushed away twice by Qa, constantly pressured, demeaned and oppressed by Ko, even left out as his peer Qe took his turn, Qo stood back from the group with a mournful look, bitter, angry, and feeling the outcast of the group not even remembering Kaytoo. With that Kaytoo smirked, her face slick with Qa’s whetness, her body slick and covered with Qa and Ko’s lustful oils, and her cunnie still having remnants of Ko’s cum within it. Turning round to face Qo she whispered. Loud enough really any could hear yet only those not paying their attentions elsewhere leaving only Qo and the other woman who was well out of the picture for some reason. “Qo”, a simple word though by now each knew what she called them, and as he turned his head looking at Kaytoo, she slowly turned round and lowered to all fours, then parted her knees wide her inflamed pink cunnie opening like some flower against her darkly tanned and tattood skin.
Qo slowly turned his head to look at what Kaytoo was doing, then back to the one he had always desired, Qa. However, then Qo slowly turned, odd for a Mourkra they always seeming to rush at things, Kaytoo oblivious to what he was doing her rump facing him. Her pose was one purely of submission. However, she had made it clear, submission to him. Though raping Kaytoo was a simple and obvious thing, this was new for him as not only was she seeming to be freely offering herself to him, yet was the first one ever in his life to do so. It made Qo feel powerful and in control for once, made him feel as though he was getting something special the others weren’t. It made him feel as though he was not simply getting the scraps, like his time had come, and as though he above all others was the one wanted and desired.
Kaytoo had expected Qo to simply come up quick, perhaps sniff then rapidly mount her. She felt the sniff, yet then suddenly, actually softly for a Mourkra felt his soft touch as it traced up the back of her thighs, over her cunnie, then over her bottom and up her back. In kind oddly except for his panting Qo was also silent. She had become used to the yips and grunts of excitement they showed at even the smallest of things, so his silence not only concerned her, it made her wonder if he was not perhaps somewhat controlled, a possibly dangerous thing regarding this dangerous game. Almost as though being careful Qo moved round to in front of her standing his hard dripping cock aimed high above her head. Kaytoo glanced up to him and noticed where he was looking, then briefly over her shoulder finding Qa still servicing two of the males at once, and except as an act of dominance oral sex seemed to be a new thing for these beasts. So with that Kaytoo acted.
Very slowly she raised up to kneeling his thick slick cock level with her mouth. To seem submissive and not aggressive, simply opened her mouth and waited. Qo didn’t hesitate though continued moving slowly first setting the tip to her lips then slowly pushing in, no doubt for him it had little sensation, so Kaytoo raised up her hands as if asking permission to use them, and when it seemed to peak his curiosity slowly wrapped them around his cock then bore down hard. As she’d sink his cock deep in then out of her mouth Kaytoo’s hands would rotate in opposite directions about his oil slick cock. If she had been this firm and forceful with any human they’d of been screaming in agony, yet it was just enough to cause Qo’s eyes to go wide, and finally release his first yip.
As Kaytoo’s hands wrung and her head bobbed, she had also begun to let her teeth scrape over the plum sized head of his cock it difficult not to anyway. Suddenly Qo gripped the back of her head this scaring Kaytoo as too violent of a thrust would hurt her badly yet fortunately he simply let her move. Kaytoo then did something more which she suspected Mourkra were not used to, one of her hands slipping free to roughly pull on and massage his balls, again so firm a Human would have fainted. It took just a few seconds as Qo suddenly tensed and roared out in a deep purr his orgasm, Kaytoo’s mouth flooded with cum like it had never been before, it having a flavor much like their other oddly attractive scents, sweet and rich, almost seeming as though having sage within it, Kaytoo feeling extra filthy and somewhat ashamed as she swallowed it all down and kept milking his cock hoping for more.
Qo pulled back his thick cum still coating Kaytoo’s mouth her eyes looking sleepy from lust. Qo’s however looked in shock, amazed, yet Kaytoo knowing to control him he had to think he controlled her, as she turned round and went to all fours once again. Qo did not wait quickly lowering and slipping his cock into her slick cunnie. Kaytoo closing her thighs to make herself tighter and raise up to adjust his angle as she set her chest and face to the ground, slipping her hands back between her legs to pull on, wring and squeeze his balls firm once more. Qo plowed into her violently though for no more then fifteen seconds till he unleashed a second torrent of cum deep inside of her, Kaytoo wincing all the while from the rough rutting, yet once he had cum she smiled, and slowly turned round as he fell back sitting panting and shaking in post orgasmic bliss.
Slowly Kaytoo crawled up to him much like she had Qa, sliding her mouth and body up his leg, over his balls and cock, up his belly and over his chest till she had climbed high upon the massive beast pressing her cheek to his and whispered into his ear. “Qo the best. Qo I need. Qo best of all. Only Qo. Qo will be boss of all”. Then nothing more as she glanced to him just enough to see his intense feeling of pride and power, then pressed herself tight to him tiny and making him in all ways feel large.
Poxva’fed Vemta, Seditious Resistance:
As Kaytoo lay there for a moment, suddenly she felt something she had expected yet forgotten that being Kaytoo was not the one dictating who and what, yet simply the toy of all here at their pleasure and without question. What she felt was a firm grasp to her ankle as she was dragged off of Qo and her hips suddenly grabbed and hoisted up clearly one of the others wanting their turn. All Kaytoo had a chance to feel was the large head of one of the other males cock’s set to her cunnie preparing to thrust, as suddenly she was yanked backwards as the hands which held her tight from whomever it was were yanked away.
Ko had wanted another go at Kaytoo. Ko the one constantly raping and oppressing Qo. Though Kaytoo would of liked to believe it was her soft words to Qo that inspired it, no doubt Kaytoo was simply the centerpiece of a new round of dominance, yet this time Qo would fight back even though it was over nothing more then some Barbarian prisoner. Kaytoo had chosen wisely. She knew Ko was a threat to her on many levels. Even sex to him not of great interest, in that what was being his position in the pack and he would take from Qo to simply prove he could do so once more. Yet the words Kaytoo had whispered did inspire Qo’s ultimate rebellion. No cowering, no submitting, as he savagely attacked Ko the others just watching.
Ko seemed helpless to defend from the barrage of blows, finally curling up submitting, Qo rose up and roared down at him causing Ko to simply curl tighter. Qo then did something more though no doubt it would not hold for long, as he then postured puffing up and curling his fingers like talons, then barred his teeth at all others none contesting his victory. With that Qo grasped Kaytoo by the wrist and dragged her over to the log where he sat down beside it and pulled her over top of him, the others just suddenly going about there business and even Ko would not dare look Qo’s way. Though seeming like simply a fight over Kaytoo, in their pack culture Qo had actually just moved himself up to third ranking from sixth as Ko, Qa and Qe moved down. A bold rash move that paid off in spades, a rare significant movement, yet one that proved to Kaytoo she could actually manipulate the pack and with that would try and fracture them quickly.
That evening no food brought due to the rather unusual day, Qo kept Kaytoo close though seeming satisfied and finished with his own sexual pleasure curious about Kaytoo and all he had seen and experienced. Much of the evening was spent touching Kaytoo as she moved as he decided, her expressions of pain when his touch would become too firm expressed through exaggerated facial expressions and movements. What Qo seemed most curious about however was Kaytoo’s oral sex of Qa the female. He spent quite a bit of time holding her thighs on either side of his head in a sixty-nine position Kaytoo above him lapping at her cunnie, probing into her vagina deeply with his curling and twisting tongue, and even her bottom some it all more intense then Kaytoo had ever known as she pled for him to stop her orgasms so numerous. That seemed to fascinate him most, how with simple licking what he might do to learn of scent would cause Kaytoo to suddenly tense and shudder in spasms of ecstasy. Kaytoo herself at one point lost in the intense sexuality of it, pulling on his cock until it became hard, and riding it to three of her own orgasms though Qo spent.
Throughout the evening she noted a number of things. Qa the female was also fascinated by the activity though some of it just curious herself of these new things, much of it however now Qo as it became clear that it was Ko’s rank, now Qo’s that held her desire and fascination. The other thing Kaytoo had hoped for also happened. Ko often chastising them in his native clicks and grunts, pointing and agitating Qo it all so obvious bitter about his loss. Finally the other three males scolding Ko irritated by his upset and costing them sleep, yet in short order they all were in deep slumber. All save Kaytoo and the other woman who seemed to watch it all.
Bahx’fed, da Poxva du Qo, Masterful Deception, the Betrayal of Qo:
On the one hand Kaytoo had served her needs by surviving another day without being raped to a point of injury. On the other however she had set in motion a set of circumstances that the most skilled general or politician would have been envious of. She had upset in a single day the balance of most of the pack. The bottom four all shifting ranking, Qa the female now seen as something to be lusted after verses simply used. Qa in kind had shifted her attentions to Qo, and the most abused Qo had taken a position of power as Ko dangerous to all below him including Kaytoo had been usurped of his station.
Tremendous results yet Kaytoo knew they would be fleeting and would not serve her ends. She hated what she was about to do next, as to be frank she had perversely enjoyed thoroughly the sexual pleasures the Mourkra had given her today in stark contrast to the brutal rape just days before. More so, she was about to betray Qo in the most cowardly of ways. The one who just defended her, showed her gentility, and pleasure beyond that which she had known in countless years. Kaytoo’s target really Ko however, it all too obvious now to her the pack mentality having seen it with Dogs who her kind found the most honorable. That would make Kaytoo’s actions of this night weigh heavily on her for some time as not only would they be cowardly and dishonorable, they would disrupt what the Hamr prized as the ideal society. She tried to justify it however, granted rape not capital, nor the means to an ends, yet she made herself realize she was for all intensive purposes their sex slave, and slavery of a Hamr meant death.
Quietly, slowly Kaytoo crept slipping away from Qo as he slept. As she moved she noted the other woman watching her, that a problem in her mind yet simply put her fingers to her lips to tell her to stay silent, and moved to Ko squatting down. It took her a moment to find it yet soon had in her hand his very distinct knife. The softly slipped back to Qo, and though hesitating pressed her hand firm to his mouth as she slit his throat. So immune to pain they seemed and the heaviest sleepers she had ever known, his actions only coming at the last as he looked up in surprise. Kaytoo felt horrible as Qo had finally slipped the bonds of submission, felt proud and strong, and in an instant it was gone. Worse still in that all knew non Hamr went to Uthamarr basically oblivion, yet with the last beat of his large strong heart Qo simply was no more.
Back to Ko she crept. Quietly she’d claw at the ground with both finger and toe on all fours as though she had struggled and clawed to pull free, then she’d lay scratches upon her belly, breasts and thighs though not needed with the others there. Finally setting the knife in Ko’s hand she quietly worked his cock with her hands gently so he’d rise, then would set her back to him Ko laying on his side, and gently work his thick cock within her cunnie and tried to fall asleep feeling ashamed and as much like Wespa as she could of ever imagined.
As the sun began to rise and the birds to chirp, Kaytoo knew exactly who would rise first each day having been the same. Ke then Ka, Qa, Ko, Qe and finally Qo yet within a minute or two of one another. Kaytoo knew from the first chirp of the first bird she’d have five minutes roughly to do what she must, so with that she set to work. Reaching between her legs Ko’s flaccid cock within her she began to pull and work at the shaft remaining and his balls. Wiping her hand over her soiled cunnie, she’d wipe it upon his upper lip, as she’d begin to grind and push back to him the scent most of all causing his cock to firm and Ko to begin to stir. Just when it was almost too late he awoke before all others. Hazy yet surprised, and definitely excited more so in that he must of believed Kaytoo had snuck to him in the night his own arrogance his downfall. Within seconds he had risen though still sleepy not moving as he normally would, lifting Kaytoo to all fours as he lazily began to rut away gradually picking up speed. As Ko awakened fully, Kaytoo noting he was about to plow her cunnie in his usual violent fashion, she kept a close eye on the others, and just as Ke and Ka stirred, she began her ruse.
“Tdok, tdok! No more please tom beg du! Tdok, tom un’crimm un’crisf def!” As Kaytoo began screeching and shouting, trying to pull away from Ko clawing at the ground scrambling yet going no where. Ko didn’t understand what she was doing yet did not care, most of all in the regard that he believed this woman being with him once more would prove out his station, and why not? He deserved to be the rank he was and more as he was special in his own mind. As the others woke they watched the believed rape of Kaytoo with nothing more then it being a nice show to wake up to. Normally sex was not of interest first thing in the morning, the hunt what they did first. Yet yesterday had been an odd one, in fact none had eaten, so though out of place what was happening was not that outrageous.
Qa however noting the false rape turned looking back to Qo. Him now her superior, she thought to herself what a perfect time to offer herself to him as she had Ko for so long. Qo had desired her for as long as she’d known him, and she could feel her own cunnie grow whet as her spinal plates rose and a thick sweet oil of arousal began to coat her skin. Ever so slowly she crawled near, her intention to also break the cycle of life for them and start this new dawn being taken by him as he had clearly tired of Kaytoo. However, as she drew near she could see something was not right just as the smell of blood hit her nostrils, and as Ko roared blasting his hot seed into Kaytoo, so Qa screeched then loosed a long series of rapid clicks and grunts as she grabbed up Qo’s short sword, and charged Ko.
Still in a bit of a daze from the surprising morning Ko slowly turned to look at Qa as he roughly yanked his still twitching cock from Kaytoo. Qa slammed into him fully the sound a sickening thud as the two massive bodies tumbled, and just as her first slash of the sword found Ko’s belly, Qe had moved to see what had upset her so much the rising sun revealing the vast pool of blood around Qo’s throat. Kaytoo simply pressing flat to the ground to protect herself weeping though not a single tear had fallen, scrambling the moment Qe rushed past to near the other woman, and watched as Qa and Qe ripped Ko apart, vicious, brutal and savage turning on one of their own.
It was exactly how Kaytoo had hoped. Whether just reflex, or perhaps having their own code for killing one of their own or perhaps even simply like beasts when one would wound another all would join in Kaytoo didn’t know. What she did know however was before Ka and Ke could intervene to discover what was going on, Ko laid dead, mauled and mutilated by the other two he seemed to constantly oppress. In any case, a simple whisper like those Wespa would sing to men in their dreams and rutting like a whore had now reduced the Mourkra by a third and upset the balance of the marauding pack, and Kaytoo knew if she could just hold on and learn more, the fate of this group would be sealed.
Ut’Kregda’fed Un’Saadda, Mourkran Spirits:
Kaytoo nor the others would eat again this day. Not much of an issue for Kaytoo, yet the Mourkra seemed to have a regimentation based upon need not comfort and part of that was eating. She could see it in how they moved, hear it in how they spoke, their massive bodies no doubt needing regular fueling, and though there was nothing Kaytoo could do to affect it at the moment, it was knowledge and she knew that meant power.
The remainder of the morning was an odd one however. Almost instantly upon the death of Ko, Ka had found the bloody knife of his and though clearly distressed by the loss of two of his pack he had little to say to Qa and Qe for their violent and rash response. What confused Kaytoo however was their disbelief that Qo was dead as they’d lift his arm and let it fall, tell some joke Kaytoo could not understand all laughing riotously as they’d wait for Qo to suddenly react unable to hold back. They’d offer him weapons and spoiled meat from a couple days before, Qa even backing to him on all fours as she’d beg and plead with him to mount her. Through all their poking and prodding it struck Kaytoo, they acted and moved to his lifeless body as though trying to coax him to stop pretending. To respond somehow as though disbelieving he was gone, and would do all they could spending hours trying to convince him to rise up.
Finally giving up, they collected the fallen hardwood branches and numerous cedars building a massive pyre. Qa investing her time weeping and sobbing as she made up paints from soils, berries and other plants she’d gather taking her time painting Qo’s body and then would gather broad grasses and feathers to decorate him further to then set his body upon the mound of dried woods. Odder still, they all then just simply waited, the silence concerning her, and when Kaytoo asked they again answered. It turned out that Mourkra were indeed godless. They instead believing that all things even a grain of sand contained a spirit. Like they would let happen with Ko however angered at his murder of Qo, if they did not burn the body the spirit would be trapped in the rotting corpse till it turned to dust, then in each bit of dust for all eternity.
Kaytoo pressed them about the “all things” aspect, and if so, why did they not burn the bodies of the deer they killed and so on. Their response was simple, essentially they’d take in the spirit of the deer through eating it. Other things like plants and so on up to the creatures that ate those and so it would go. Kaytoo then asked out of ignorance about something she had often heard of Mourkra akin to their cannibalism of others, her statement simple “ah, so after you cook Qo then you’ll eat him.” The Mourkra looked horrified at her statement, as how could this woman be so savage she would eat her own kind and made it quite clear that no they’d burn his body to set it free, as once burned, the spirit would leave it.
As the sun lit the sky afire in the early evening in oranges, reds and purples, the silent still Mourkra lit the fire, and as it grew changed radically in demeanor. Wailing and keening, howling and sobbing. They scratched at their own skin and struck themselves all of their actions without restraint truly mourning Qo’s passing. It struck Kaytoo, unlike her kind they believed one day she’d be with all she knew again in Barbarian Heaven, the Mourkra instead were truly saying goodbye forever, Qo once his spirit freed and body gone to never be seen again, and though it had been Kaytoo that had killed him, it struck her hard, as she’d move off alone on the hillside, turn her back to them all and weep. She had killed him in a cowardly fashion to exact an ends, and with a sharp rock would carve a Hamr rune for “Q” on her thigh as to Hamr a carving a mark of shame. To always remind her of the Mourkra Qo, and her loathing of Wespa’s ways to never be as such again.
Though her enemies, her captors and abusers, Kaytoo was feeling less and less good about this whole situation Shoustvar had put her in. As she found herself and Hamr beliefs different though similar to the Mourkra, and to their surprise joined in to their mourning as a common Barbarian woman’s wailing to call the Hamr spirit Raven, Tragent just in case Qo’s spirit might need to be taken to Uthamarr.
Sosh’sot tem da Det’sot Lums, Birth of a New Day:
As the horizon began to be revealed as night gave way to dawn, it found the pyre for Qo smoldering embers, the Mourkra though having slept it having been a troubled one, and Kaytoo like they having a streaked and puffy face from her tears and long night of wailing and weeping. The Mourkra seemed to appreciate Kaytoo’s embracing of their ways making it all the more shameful to Kaytoo her scratching the scab off from her shamed mark of Qo. Yet never the less as the sunrise lit the tree-line afire in oranges and yellows, things were about to change in the Mourkran camp as recent events were simply just too disturbing.
The Mourkra were moving slow, the stress of it all be it positive or negative had definitely taken its toll. In kind not eating for two days truly taxed their systems making them listless and depressed, yet as they set out for the morning hunt Kaytoo expecting to simply bathe and wait for her meal to be delivered, found herself instead pulled up by her wrist as the Mourkra encircled her. Kaytoo was sure this was it, that they had somehow discovered her murder of Qo, yet instead they all simply began to slide over her body, their massive forms painting her in their musky oil. Frankly, Kaytoo had become slightly turned in attitude toward the Mourkra, her cursed tattoos in blue stripes swirling over her like a cuttlefish quickly shifting to vibrant reds as she became excited, her cunnie becoming whet as her nipples, clit and netherlips swelled, and she actually looked forward to a morning of being ravaged.
Granted, the Mourkra were fascinated by her tattoos, even perhaps tempted by her sudden grasping for their cocks and soft writhing, yet in the end they just looked at her like some out of control nymphomaniac, shaking their heads and stating flatly “Painted woman, you come hunt”. It became clear to Kaytoo all the touching and grinding by them was simply to apply their scent to her, and with that she protested or more whined, “well what of her?” Pointing at the other young woman. Ka was direct, something more Kaytoo appreciated about the Mourkra. “No, she broke always, she should go” as though all this while they had simply expected her to walk away her state disinteresting them for some reason, and it only due to her refusal to move she was even still here. Kaytoo realized what they were saying, and with that though cursing the fragile woman all the while, helped her up the trail to the marsh’s edge where she left her cursing her for quitting in body and mind so easily. Quite frankly, Kaytoo was disgusted by the young woman as she had given up. Better to be the constantly fighting victim, then some shivering coward simply giving in. Never the less Kaytoo even still did not expect to survive all this, and grasping the woman by her throat glared at her forcing the quivering female to look her in her eyes as she stated flatly, “Tom tem Kaytoo, Kaytoo tem da Dachvst, Kaytoo tem da Moragan Hamr…Remember me ut’kref shem’sot.”
Qe being the lowest ranking was tasked with keeping the closet eye upon Kaytoo. Close a relative thing, as quickly Kaytoo realized from their distant vocalizations that the Mourkra were a good half mile from her yet on either side and behind. More so, she realized where she was, the river in fact where she had wanted to lead them through the bears just ahead yet realizing this Kaytoo froze, in fact had begun to step backwards. It was simple, make a trail, lead them to the river, let the bears maul them by the gawds making Roth move his lazy ass if he wanted this done, then swim to her weapons and kill them as they followed her back trail.
Instead Kaytoo found herself pulling away from the very point she had intended upon going. She looked over her body, the heat of the day making her sweat, yet the thick oils of the Mourkra covered her and she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath smelling herself, the musky Mourkran odor, and shivered. In an instant Kaytoo had become whet the rush beginning with her again, her hands slipping to between her thighs and wiping over her cunnie so tempted to lay back and make herself cum. Unlike those civilized, past her dogs, horse, weapons and armor she had nor needed nothing more. Just like the Mourkra she thought, simple, free, free of restraint and civilized law. Simply live, enjoy then die and the quality thereof not gauged by wealth, a building to call home, power of influence and so on.
Da Taup, The Hunt:
Kaytoo was quickly about to come to a very bad decision, so much so she had even with her eyes closed barred her teeth and postured like a Mourkra fantasizing. Shoustvar no doubt meddling once more when a substantial Stag bolted past her shaking Kaytoo out of her fantasy as suddenly it struck her “what if I made the kill this day?” Foolish at best, Kaytoo needing weapons to take down such a beast, yet never the less nude and unarmed Kaytoo tore after it like some wolf after a rabbit. She ran so hard her heart hammered, breathing ragged and her muscles burned. It was savage, natural, she’d run it down through endurance, and then somehow kill it. Kaytoo was so focussed she didn’t even hear the Mourkra’s calls as they converged on her. No doubt first noting her scent moving, then one spotting the prey they had called to one another to zero in just as Kaytoo turned to try and cut off the Stag’s escape.
Out of no where Ke came, suddenly slamming into the massive Stag tumbling with it as he frantically rubbed his body and arms over it. The Stag breaking free next came Qa and Qe each hitting it from opposite directions yet once more simply marking it then letting it go. Finally just as the Stag bolted up a slight hill Kaytoo intercepted it, however when she grasped it by its antlers twisting its neck to make it fall, she then reflexively wrapped her bare legs about its neck at the shoulders, and kept the pressure up so it remained still. The Mourkra came up on her as Ka dispatched the Stag with a quick cut of his knife though oddly they all looked disappointed. From their broken conversation in the pidgin they spoke it turned out that though they were impressed Kaytoo could take the Stag down and hold it, they were disappointed she had not given the Stag more of a chance as to them the fair chase when dealing with game was the sport knowing their own power and more so with weapons, so could dispatch it all too easily.
That actually surprised Kaytoo her thinking they simply wanted to taunt the Stag. Never the less, she was excited, her adrenaline peaked, and unwrapping her legs from the Stag’s neck couldn’t help herself shouting out her excitement suddenly jumping up on the nearest Mourkra Ke, wrapping her arms about his neck and her legs about his waist as though to take him down and not even thinking kissed his ape like muzzle fully. The massive Mourkra a good foot taller and three times her weight looked helpless his thick arms sticking out from his sides in shock. Besides the fact Kaytoo was supposed to be submissive, such affection and contact simply did not happen in Mourkran society, and it took no little effort to pry her off.
Eventually calming Kaytoo down as she had obviously forgotten why she was here, the perilous situation, and oppressive relationship, Ka simply squat down and cut out the rump of the Stag giving each their share according to ranking and naturally Kaytoo getting the last. Everyone having not eaten for a couple days found them voraciously finishing their meal, and without another word they all rose up to move off having no further use for the balance of the massive Stag. It suddenly came back to Kaytoo what had inspired this whole adventure. Asking them bluntly and foolishly grasping Ka’s wrist to get him to stay, which brought a rapid shove to push her away, why didn’t they make use of the rest? Their response was that there was nothing more they needed. With that, Kaytoo knelt down by the Stag and refused to move. Patience not the Mourkra’s strong suit, they never the less became curious when she pointed to Qe’s knife, and held out her hand asking for it.
The Mourkra granting her this moment, perhaps out of curiosity or respect for her participation today, or perhaps in the fact they had learned other things from her regarding sex, paused and Ka told Qe to give Kaytoo the knife. With that quickly she had it skinned and offered the massive pelt up to them showing that it could be used for clothing, even carrying water. The Mourkra’s answer simple always being nude, “Why, we not need cover. Makes bad armor. Water better fresh.” They were right. Cold meant little to them, fire just a curiosity not even used to keep warm, and when they wanted a drink they’d just dip their lips to a puddle or creek and drink. To that Kaytoo then cut off the massive tenderloins, hams, shoulders and other rough-cuts of meat laying them on the pelt. Frankly the butchery seemed to concern them more then anything, wading around in blood and bare meat, Kaytoo suggesting they take it. Again the Mourkra refused giving her direct answers. “They were full. The meat would spoil. It would slow them down and so on.”
Not even trying to explain using the bone, teeth and hooves, sinew and so on to make other things, Kaytoo tried one last thing to get them to make use of all of the Stag wasting nothing. “Pas? What of the rest of the Stag’s spirit?” Kaytoo thinking perhaps taking in the balance of the Stag’s spirit might tempt them, yet to that they had an answer as well. “No, spirit gone, we ate.” Kaytoo didn’t need further explanation realizing that whether a single bite eaten, or the entire thing, they believed the entire spirit would have been devoured, therefor not leaving it to suffer in the rotting carcass like Ko’s. Kaytoo knew for their way of life and their spiritual beliefs of living in nature yet not really tied to it that the Mourkra were right on all counts though it starkly contrasted with her beliefs. In any case they were done dealing with this, their attention span not the greatest, and with that took back the knife, and pointed for Kaytoo to move on.
Ut’Kregda’fed di’Qostva’fed, Mourkra Needs:
As the small pack moved off, the Mourkra fell behind Kaytoo and in their own native tongue spoke of her pressing for them to use more of their kills or so she assumed. Granted, they may have been speaking of the recent losses to the pack, yet from their gestures and facial expressions she gathered they were discussing that Kaytoo was perhaps an idiot wasting her time with pointless things. Naturally, Kaytoo’s kind needed things simply to survive, often making things to make life easier, accumulate this and that for future use and so on, yet to the Mourkra way of living it all simply had no point and was simply wasted effort.
The Mourkra only needed four things in their lives. Food, water, sexual release, and sleep in that order, and each day the same as the last. As long as they had those four things, nothing else mattered. They had no need for possessions, property, or really anything else, and could find all of that easily. As they walked along, Kaytoo glanced back on occasion watching them talk and trying to get an idea as to what about. Their discussion of food and Kaytoo’s actions over, and knowing this area realizing they were headed toward a creek, truly understood their new topic of discussion as they were licking their lips and tasting the air. More so, intently watching Kaytoo’s rump rolling seductively though unintentionally from her odd walk of toe to heel. For some time the subject didn’t change. In fact if anything it had become more intense as soon Kaytoo could smell that sweet oily sweat beginning to form on them, and as it hit her Kaytoo’s own grumbling gave way to her own change.
Nearing the creek, Kaytoo could not help herself as the roll of her hips became even more exaggerated even on occasion acting as though rubbing a sore bottom to simply pull her cheeks apart. Her breathing had become more shallow as her pulse had begun to quicken, and worst of all the rush had begun, her swirling tattoos in blues shifting to reds, skin flushing as her nipples and labia swelled, her cunnie becoming extremely whet. Kaytoo knew what came next, not even remembering it was rape and she for the moment their slave. Unfortunately she had forgotten one aspect of this, that being they were not the most gentle of beasts.
Kaytoo had moved ahead slightly forgetting how risky sex with the Mourkra could be. Reaching the creek ahead of them, she had made a big show of dropping to her knees and parting them wide so when she’d bend over to drink from the creek her rump would be high in the air and her cunnie would lewdly splay wide. She could hear their excited vocalizations, her lips pressed to the water forming an excited smile. Having drunk her fill she remained there in that position as they drank theirs, quite frankly thinking she’d simply be mounted the thought of it making her cunnie flow heavier and her bottom begin to sway. Yet she waited, and waited nothing happening except for hearing their excited little yips and squeaks. Finally lifting her head the Mourkra having been waiting for Kaytoo to finally drink her fill, she finally received their response to her teasing.
Suddenly Kaytoo felt a foot set to the side of her hip and was shoved so violently she rolled and tumbled. Angered she thought to get up yet instead quite simply aroused, lay back and parted her legs wide as she pulled them back very submissively offering herself. To that she was yanked up by the wrist and tossed, and as she stood up to protest was shoved so hard it knocked the breath from her, Kaytoo finally understanding as a massive balled up fist was raised, as the other hand pointed in a direction the Mourkra wanting her to run.
Rough treatment during sex was not foreign to Kaytoo, her kind often using resistance and a struggle to inspire fiery lust, yet the Mourkra were being much too rough. A bit put off, Kaytoo began to back up cursing at them in Hamr, the Mourkra clearly becoming more and more excited as their spinal plates rose along with their cock’s, and clearly even the female Qa was sopped, all of them licking their lips and panting. Kaytoo decided to make them work for it if they were going to be so harsh, suddenly wheeling around an bolting to their excited yelps and grunts becoming distant. Kaytoo knew what to expect yet ran as hard as she could, and as it had been the first day so it went this as one after another the Mourkra would violently tackle her, and then the final heavy strike to disable her which she had figured they would forgo.
Once more the female grasped her wrists though this time having learned new things shoved one deep in her twat as she’d force the other to her tailbone then drive Kaytoo’s mouth down firm on her clit grinding away as one after another the males quickly and violently would mount, ram, then cum into her only to make room for the next, it all so violent Kaytoo not even cumming. All of it hurt, in fact all of Kaytoo hurt once more as she lay there curled up sobbing the females whetness covering all of her face, as them males copious cum ebbed out of her cunnie. The Mourkra after talking amongst themselves just leaving her lay there ravaged and battered nothing more then a hole to pump their vile cum into.
Though sore and bruised, Kaytoo’s lusts didn’t end quite so easily however having been very excited. Yet as she’d crawl to one, then another as they rest after the rape trying to inspire them to let her mount them, they either pushed her away, and in the worst case the female as Kaytoo tried to nuzzle at her cunt once more, kicked her away so hard Kaytoo lay there in pain for some time. To add insult to injury, as the males felt reinspired from Kaytoo’s urgings, they all instead took turns with the Qa the Mourkran female and Kaytoo’s approaching of the group simply brought harsh growls and shouts, barring of teeth and claws, and finally a savage backhand that ended Kaytoo’s efforts.
As Kaytoo lay there beaten listening to them all rut and grunt into the evening. She felt scorned, used as nothing more then a cum ditch, a slave, and worst of all had groveled and begged them like some in heat tramp. Kaytoo’s anger rose, and though she longed for certain aspects of their life, she was reminded of her own and the reason for being here as she drifted off to sleep listening to the sounds of Mourkran sex throughout the evening.
Sessva Dek Tem Da Tem’Kref’mon, Reminded of Being a Moragan Hammer Barbarian:
When Kaytoo awoke she was bitter. Hurting, sore and bruised, their cum caking her cunnie, face and thighs. She felt insulted, yet more so realized no matter how much of Mourkran life was similar to her own or more how she had made it, they were still never the less Ut’Kregda’fed or Mourkra, and she was Tem’Kref’mon or a Barbarian of the Moragan Hammer. Physically she could never compete with them, probably not even with one of their children. She knew positively as well she’d never make even a poor replacement for a Mourkran woman as besides not being very durable or strong even her cunnie did not come close in abilities and she’d dwell on that point even practicing to improve that aspect of herself for years to come.
More importantly however, even though she understood their lack of needs and actually appreciated it, all the desperate testing of station, lack of future planning or higher concepts left her with the feeling that they were truly nothing more then shallow beasts. Most of all their waste and treatment of others she found very ut’kocve` or unfaithful, though granted part of that their rejection of her. Never the less, they were different, and Kaytoo had been forced here to rid them from this region. Though conflicted wanting to experience more first, she knew she needed to act before an accidental strike just right left her disabled or dead, so refocused her thinking to expedite those ends.
To that end Kaytoo both prayed to and cursed Shoustvar, Roth, Ceepe` and Kelmtes, demanding they either help her this day or free her from their demands. Sure enough her prayers were answered in many forms. Kelmtes leading her to a specific spot through his buzzing chirps, as Ceepe` would warn all but one large deer to keep away as intruders were near, as Shoustvar would call here, then over there yanking the Mourkra about. With that the chase was on as the lone Whitetail Deer Shoustvar had selected was fast, enduring and strong.
As Kaytoo ran after it she realized where they were heading or in reality being led to. As Ka and Ke were pulled distant, Qa and Qe in contrast were drawn closer by Shoustvar’s deceptive calls. The timing and work of Shoustvar, Ceepe` and Kelmtes perfect, for just as Qa and Qe came upon the deer near the rivers edge, Ceepe` warned the Buck to hesitate and jump high, and then it was too late as for the first time ever Qa and Qe collided into one another the fleet Buck above their heads at the last. Roth as well did his part, for as Kaytoo broke off to chase the deer, suddenly massive Brown Bears out of no where rose from where they lay waiting for the Salmon run, and enraged, charged and attacked Qa and Qe. The Mourkra were strong fierce beasts. Combat was surely what they did best with bone, tooth and claw. Yet this day they were to meet their match as three massive bears easily twice the Mourkra’s size tore them apart, and though Mourkra were not to their taste, their territory would not be trespassed upon Qa and Qe having to be left there like Ko had, Ka and Ke unable to help.
Ka the leader of the pack was devastated. For some reason, perhaps some spirit offended he had lost no less then two-thirds of his pack in the span of just two short days. Granted a small pack, yet one that had been together for some twenty years or more. They had traveled throughout the second continent simply living as they always did simple and free, yet now doing exactly the same in the third continent they had met with massive disaster for some reason and he could not understand why. Sure enough he had offended a spirit, yet it was Shoustvar, not some nondescript spirit like the Mourkra had. A Hamr one intent on protecting the deep forest and those peoples and creatures that lived there. Struggle and strife were one thing though Shoustvar would aid those who prayed to him when asked, yet for the most part he would not meddle, it only coming in that they had attacked those who prayed, and wasted that they were allowed to take.
Kaytoo herself didn’t understand. Why if Shoustvar was offended did he simply not make hunting as impossible here for them as he had threatened her with. She didn’t know why, perhaps he would not interfere with those who did not believe in him directly using those like Kaytoo to exact his will. In any case this was almost finished, Kaytoo however would be tested one last time.
Ut’Kregda’fed Tarv’rush’qastva, Mourkran Seduction:
As Kaytoo, Ka and Ke watched Qa and Qe be slaughtered, Kaytoo could see how it affected Ka and Ke deeply their vocalizations pained, and frankly if Kaytoo had her druthers she would of rather seen Ka and Ke taken as they were the smartest and strongest meaning her final efforts would be the difficult. She could tell from how they interacted Ka and Ke had been together a long time. In kind they both were very content with their place and one another, Ka the alpha and Ke the beta clearly a team for life. This would be difficult on many levels, yet as Ka and Ke began to move off, Kaytoo followed willingly before being dragged away.
It was clear that Ka and Ke would not eat again this day, the lust for the hunt gone for now. Kaytoo though hungry really didn’t mind, yet thought before her final conflict with these two what better way then to insure they were fit insuring any victory or loss she might have against them would be an honorable one. It would be her payback if you will for the dishonorable slaying of Qo. To that end she hunted on her own slightly off from them, and in short order had taken four large rabbits, not their food of choice yet meat that would fill their bellies. More so, Kaytoo knew rabbits to be evil able to cry like a baby and sit up on two legs. She also ventured that perhaps by the Mourkra eating them it might enrage some witch they her familiars or demons, and that witch just might do her dirty work for her. In any case they were both surprised and pleased with Kaytoo’s gift though confused about the skinning part, all four sitting about in an opening surrounded by dense pines, Kaytoo at the moment simply agitated that she had begun to smell once more after so long without bathing.
It had been a tough day for all, the Mourkra for their loss, Kaytoo trying to recover from their brutal rape the night before. So when suddenly she noted Ka and Ke talking amongst themselves feeling slightly better fed, then nudged at her pointing into the distance as their lips began to smack, tongues lick, spinal plates rose and that all too familiar sweet scent began to fill the air, knew what they were wanting. Kaytoo simply refused pulling away slightly. Again they prodded and nudged, and as Ke rose to give her a kick Kaytoo this time dodged it grasping his heel as it past and lifted as she rose dropping him on his rump as she stood and began shouting in Hamr. “Tdok du trarkd’rush vesa’sot Ut’Kregda’fed, tom daf tdok kef’fed doy’du! I will not run for you!”, Kaytoo naturally leaving out the “dirty fucking Mourkra” part when repeating what she had said in common. With that Ke jumped up and postured, angry she’d tripped him, yet also that she’d not obey as he hunched over curling his fingers like talons, barring his teeth and growling. Kaytoo angry as well simply responded back mocking him, making the ugliest of faces as she shouted back “blahhhh”, then sat right down pulling her knees to her chest fuming, her chin resting upon her knees as her forearms wrapped round her shins.
Frankly, she expected to be hit however was mad enough she didn’t care, as they had savagely raped her last night like the first then shunned her, and tonight with Qa gone simply wanted a poor replacement. As she sat there Kaytoo expected it to be simple, she’d not run yet suspected they’d slap her around, mount her and be done with it. There was nothing she could do to stop that, yet she could refuse to make it exciting for them. Though perhaps somewhat pouting from being scorned, what surprised her was how suddenly she felt a soft touch to her shoulder as Ke sat down somewhat behind her. Next a soft nuzzle to the back of her neck, followed by little flicks of his tongue which was eventually reaching out to gently lap around her throat. Kaytoo couldn’t believe what was happening or at least thought might be. Was he actually trying to seduce her? Coax her? Entice her enough to give in? Mourkra were known for their brute force, even with their own kind they simply took. Yet whatever his reasons Ke’s efforts were working as Kaytoo would pull away, then do so less and less, finally to actually lean back into him.
With that Ke lifted her up into his lap his massive legs crossed. Kaytoo realized how she must of looked her head sitting upon his large dark chest Ke’s body slick with the sweet oily sweat they exuded when aroused. Naturally gentle is a relative thing, his large hand slipping over Kaytoo’s belly as it would drag up covering her skin in that oil. Over belly and her breasts, then sweeping up both her arms which he’d hold high above her, Kaytoo still grumpy pulling back slightly yet it didn’t budge her arms held securely. What Ke and Ka didn’t realize however not lovers yet rapists really, was Kaytoo had some sweet-spots if you will, and a penchant for certain things being done which would definitely send her over the edge. The Mourkra however had a thing for scent, it bonded them to one another, made things obvious, and would even do so at long distances so setting such scents deep in their minds kept them aware. However, where scents were strongest and what enticed Kaytoo were the same, the results though not intended obvious.
Rush’tam’ko’mon tem da Sosh’mon, Unbridled Three Way of a Lifetime:
Kaytoo at such times since around the Mourkra felt filthy. She didn’t like not bathing, yet the Mourkra seemed to prefer it as though it made her obvious to them. Kaytoo’s arms held high she could feel Ke bend down and sniff at her armpit making Kaytoo cringe ashamed, yet she realized how much more comfortable it made Ke feel as his cock began to stir under her bottom and his sudden lapping flicks at her underarm and breasts side caused him to harden fully as Kaytoo’s eyes rolled back in her head. Kaytoo clenched her teeth wanting to remain upset, however with each long lick over her breast to her ribs, up her armpit and all the way to her tricep she began to squirm and coo.
Ka however sought to inspire his own lusts yet for some reason entertained by the reaction Kaytoo was having and the creeping up on her verses typical quick mauling. They had been fascinated with how Kaytoo had approached them that day when she first lay willingly with Qa. More so in how Qa responded, and so, tried the same with her. Kaytoo pressed to Ke’s chest her arms held high as Ke continued to bathe her underarm setting her scent deep in his memory, suddenly found an even more enticing feeling thrust upon her as Ka gently pulled out her outer leg, and lapped over her foot from toes to ankle. Though he spent little time there, that was enough, her toes and armpits special places to her, and she let out a deep moan as her cursed tattoos shifted quickly to reds as her nipples hardened and cunnie became as slick as their skin.
Lifting Kaytoo’s foot high her leg straightening, she felt Ka’s tongue forked as big around and long as most cocks slip down her calve to her knee, and continued its slick slide till without hesitation it lapped over Kaytoo’s cunnie fully. Kaytoo simply worked on reflex at that point, her other foot extending out setting to Ka’s shoulder as suddenly she felt his thick tongue press deep inside her vagina, twisting and flicking tasting her as to Kaytoo it felt like the most dexterous cock in the world gently plundering her depths. As Ke’s tongue now also bathed her neck and breast fully, she felt Ka’s tongue curl and roll within her as his thick upper lip mashed to her clit and his hot breath washed over it all. She couldn’t stop it, suddenly her cunnie bearing down on his tongue as she raised up her back arching letting out a loud throaty groan, body shuddering violently as Ka greedily lapped up all of her flow.
Kaytoo was lost in ecstasy. Moaning and writhing her wrists and ankle trapped up high. As she came violently she knew she wanted this, wanted them, and suddenly struggled to pull her wrists and ankle free as she’d slide easily over the heavily oiled bodies, her cheek pressing to Ke’s chest as she rolled over, her feet coming together as she tried to slide down over Ke, and under Ka slipping her legs between his own. As she slid down she could feel Ka’s cock slip over the soles of her feet and up her calves, over her thighs and finally felt that poke as it struck her bottom. Kaytoo shifted raising slightly as the tip of his now oozing cock found her anus and then slipped down to her cunnie, and pushing off Ke could feel its thick girth press aside her netherlips as it sank deep within her vagina.
Perhaps because her thighs were tight and the angle odd it doubtful it due to a sudden gentility gained by the Mourkra, yet as Ka yipped and purred pressing his cock fully into Kaytoo his heavy balls mashed to the back of her thighs her legs straight, he moved slowly like he did with Qa perhaps the angle and squeeze of her thighs simply making Kaytoo all the tighter. He felt huge to her, this massive slick beast pushing his cock in and pulling back inside her. Kaytoo rolling her hips and squeezing down hard, as she suddenly upon her lips felt the tip of Ke's cock, precum making it slicker then just the oily sweat, and she firmly wrapped her hands about it squeezing with all her might as her mouth engulfed all of his thick cock it could take.
Ka was raking in and out of her perfectly, his weight pressing down just enough as her head and hands would slip up and down Ke’s cock her elbows upon his thighs, hands twisting and wringing at it as she could feel the precum alone filling her mouth. It was heaven, perfect. Kaytoo felt tiny and vulnerable yet vulnerable to her own lusts forced to enjoy them. Ka’s pace growing quicker forcing his cock deep into her cunnie every vein and bump felt, as one of her hands would slip to Ke’s balls and squeeze hard twisting them, her thighs opening a second then closing to grip Ka’s testicles they so slick continuing to slide between her tight thighs. Kaytoo held back as best she could, yet suddenly she felt Ka sink into her fully mashing her bottom and netherlips as his balls ground up to her clit, Ke’s cock swelling and throbbing, as without warning with massive hands he pressed down on her shoulders.
Both of them with low throaty growls began to pump their cum deep inside Kaytoo. Her cunnie filled as hot thick jets gushed into her, and her mouth was flooded by the exquisite Mourkran seed so sweet, hot and thick. Kaytoo lost all control, suddenly her own second orgasm washing over her so intense she thought she’d black out. Ka over her rump and Ke pushing down on her shoulders though wouldn’t let her move making it all the better, all sound from Kaytoo coming from deep in her chest as her mouth was filled to overflowing with the delicious sweet cum tasting of sage. She wanted this, could not swallow down enough in her mouth and wanted more in her cunnie till she’d burst. Helpless and small, mostly in fighting herself, all three cumming intensely.
Perfect. Kaytoo could of laid like that for days. Ka and Ke however had other ideas as they excitedly clicked and yipped to one another and Ka raised up Kaytoo still impaled on his cock and stood grasping about her torso under her arms as her hands reached up and behind her to grasp the back of his neck. Ka began working Kaytoo up and down his cock clearly wanting to cum again as what he had already and Kaytoo’s own whetness flowed down his cock and balls and over her thighs. Ke however wanted his turn inside her cunnie standing as well and pressing close, as suddenly in Ka’s excitement to finish he made a mistake Kaytoo knowing it one as the Mourkra realized on Human’s something normally did not feel as good as a vagina.
As Kaytoo was dropped back down Ka’s cock it having slipped out of her vagina raised too high suddenly she found her bottom impaled on his cock. Fortunate she was relaxed just right in the throes of orgasm still, Ka’s cock sank fully up into her rectum Kaytoo screaming from surprise though having always enjoyed rectal sex, as Ka was suddenly disappointed by the simple small ring of muscle like a thumb and index finger only gripping his cock. However, neither would have a chance to adjust as Ke moved tight knowing what he wanted, his cock suddenly filling Kaytoo’s vagina where Ka had been, and instantly all three froze. Kaytoo was stunned and suddenly scared afraid they’d rip her in two. Ke by how suddenly so much tighter her vagina was, and Ka in that he could suddenly feel much in her bottom as Ke’s cock pressed through her vagina and bowel to his own. More so, Ka and Ke’s balls were mashed tight together, Kaytoo’s head rolling back her feet high off of the ground mashed between these two oily beasts felt wonderfully smothered and restrained her thighs peeking out from their hips feet dangling.
To try and keep him from pulling back Kaytoo took one hand wrapping it around Ke’s neck the other around Ka’s fearing they’d back away and tear her in two. Instead they both excitedly purred and grunted, little yips and clicks as Kaytoo now feeling much tighter to both the sensation up their full cocks length had them moving slow as if in a Mourkran female. As one would rise up literally lifting her by his cock, the other would slide down as back and forth each would rise and fall, Kaytoo moaning out loudly all the while “oh my gawd!” Her body mashed between theirs now fully covered in their oily sweet smelling sweat, Ka and Ke slid over Kaytoo easily their rippling muscles feeling like a hundred hands massaging her as their cocks filled her cunnie and bottom. Kaytoo began cumming violently once more yet only her toes were able to flare and curl so restrained, yet one orgasm would crash into a second, and then a third in the span of seconds, as suddenly Kaytoo was forced to have a forth as Ka and Ko both lifted together.
She could feel both their cocks swell and pulse, throb and blast their hot cum into her. Though barely felt past a slight pressure in her cunnie, she could feel her bottom fill with Ka’s hot seed as Kaytoo was lost unable to even see or think clearly in her tremendous orgasm. She could hear no sound her ears ringing terribly, could only see bright flashes of color and could not take in a breath. She was shattered with ecstasy, Ka and Ke letting out long mournful moans as they’d grind their balls together and try and press deeper into Kaytoo her body shoved up and down by their thrusts. Finally Kaytoo fell limp, both lifting her off their cocks and setting her to the ground where she twitched and shuddered drooling, the cum pouring from her as they pulled out and her laid down in it.
It could of stopped right there and Kaytoo would of felt she was in heaven. Yet throughout the balance of the day and into the night the pair of Mourkra would move her limp body to fill her again and again. She would feel their thick tongues and heavy lips bathe her inside and out. Would lay rigid her thighs tight as her mons would raise and their cocks would rake over her clit and balls press to the tops of her thighs as they drove deep into her cunnie. Her mouth would be flooded with their exquisite cum, and when she was too weak from countless orgasms to move, they’d simply hold her legs wide by the ankles and savagely plunder her cunnie though now it comfortable as everything had adjusted. As a last lust sated no doubt wanting her mouth once more, Ke felt the squeeze of her breasts about his cock as his balls ground to her sternum flooding her neck with the last of his cum he could muster.
Kaytoo was covered and filled with cum fully, and knew without question it was the finest rush, or sex she had ever had laying there in it in deep slumber till mourning, the Mourkran males flanking her tightly either side. Wespa’s inspired vision had become true.
Tarv’Sastva’sot’Shem, Female Fool:
All three seemed to awaken at the same time or at least each roused the other. Kaytoo once more was sore, yet this morning sore in a good way, the kind where nipples, breasts, and cunnie, swollen and tender beg to be poked, stroked and tested. Kaytoo felt wonderful as she rose up on wobbly jelly like legs, and desperately wanted to embrace the Mourkra, yet they were already moving and urging her to move along. Feeling perhaps flirtatious, and perhaps wanting just a touch more of last night ignoring the fact that Mourkra had their priorities, Kaytoo asked what the hurry was, and Ka answered bluntly. “We travel far today.”
Now this surprised Kaytoo, as perhaps the Mourkra were moving on out of this region, prodding them once more as to where, she heard a name in their native clicks and grunts which she didn’t understand, yet was flashed a gesture known the world over. Wrist bent and the back of the hand showing pointing down, the three center fingers flared wide. All knew what that meant, no speaking required as it meant the Third Continent and the three land bridges below it to the Second, and where he pointed to well below into the second. They were heading deep into the Second Continent, the land of the peoples that had warred with the Third Continent for a millennia. The land of the Mourkra, Trolls, and Goblins. Many said Dark Elves, and countless other darker races as there were also many simply unknown to those in the Third. It was like a different world there she had heard, a place few from the Third Continent would ever see, and much fewer return from.
Kaytoo for a moment was taken aback. She had fought in the wars for the three land bridges and expected to never return. Add to that the horror stories passed down over a thousand generations, growing and twisting to often not even being close to how it probably was. Yet as Kaytoo began to panic, her tender cunnie made her think in more lewd terms. It suddenly striking her she was being taken to the land of the Mourkra, the very same creatures that just gave her the finest night of sex she could remember. Who made her feel small and feminine, delicate and fragile, weak and powerless yet all in a very good way at the moment not considering the rapes and no doubt restrained brutality of the days before. Yet as thoughts of every day filled with hunting, and every night with countless Mourkra lovers all desiring her, she asked a foolish question. “So what rank for me in pack?”
Ka and Ke looked back and began howling with laughter. Besides the fact rank was earned and fought for, easily lost and difficult to gain, Kaytoo clearly didn’t realize how it all worked. More so, they found it hilarious though somewhat cute she actually fancied herself now as part of their pack, and not even thinking it all so matter of fact never hidden, while laughing answered her question. “No, you not pack, you good with rut. Goblins trade very good weapons for you.” Kaytoo was stunned yet more so felt so absolutely stupid, humilated and foolish, how could she of possibly convinced herself to the Mourkra she was anything more then a captive and slave. Worse still she had not only convinced herself foolishly, yet absolutely put out of her head that her kind found Mourkra taboo just barely a step above animals. If all of that wasn’t bad enough, simply from lust she had ignored why she was here, and most of all begged and pleaded with those who blatantly beat and raped her to do it again and again and was wishing for even more.
So stupid, and as she dwelled on the ridiculousness of what she had done and what she was thinking, the Mourkra easily out paced her as her stride slowed lagging behind as she was quickly realizing, not only had all that happened, yet now she was freely walking with her captors to be sold of to other vile beasts. Without even thinking about it, she simply stopped, looking about slowly realizing where she was, and just as Ka glanced back Kaytoo looking right at him perhaps fifty paces distant, she suddenly bolted to her left heading straight for the river. Ka nudged Ke, and they both watched her run as suddenly Ka shouted out “No, we must go far, no rut till later!” Ka and Ke amused at the lustful woman simply watching her run, till suddenly it struck them. Kaytoo was not running to get them sexually excited by now they assuming she was sex crazed, she was running to escape, and out of reflex they both took out after her.
Kocva tem Vesh, Freedom of Water:
Ka and Ke were gaining quickly though had split to flank her, Kaytoo noting Ke would be there first, as she came up to a large tree it obvious he’d intercept her on the other side she grabbed at a low limb and stopped cold only her feet showing past. Ke was already flying through the air to tackle her when suddenly she wasn’t there. He tumbled and rolled badly and by the time he was up she was already far ahead. It was too late for them as Kaytoo dove into the swift cold river and swam for all her worth, Ka remaining on the bank trying to keep up as Ke jumped in after her. Now most believe that Mourkra cannot swim, fact of the matter is Ke was gaining on her rapidly so powerful, and that with his swimming style leaving much to be desired. If you were to name it something, it would be a “dog paddle”. His head and back above water as his legs and arms would kick directly beneath him. The trouble was however, each time Ke would reach for Kaytoo that shoulder would go under, and when he’d try and extend out with a long kick that hip would sink deep.
Finally Ke grasped one of Kaytoo’s ankles as she kicked frantically to get away, yet the river in this section was not all that deep, and suddenly Ke found one of his ankles wedged securely between two rocks. The current swift and Ke caught firm, his shoulder of the arm grasping onto Kaytoo’s ankle went under dragging his head down with it. The oils on his hands and water making them slick, and in an instant Kaytoo was free. Ke struggled and floundered slapping the surface to try and raise up, and as Ka finally ran back to him, Ke’s lifeless body was swaying from side to side in the raging current. Ka screamed out his rage furious struck deep by the loss of his entire pack now and life long companion, and just barely caught a glimpse of Kaytoo as she washed around the bend.
It was simple, Ka now only wanted her blood, it suddenly striking him how for all his years he’d never had a problem simply living, yet the moment the painted woman came amongst them there had been nothing but disaster. Ka realized then and there it was not simply fate or coincidence, knowing without a doubt it had been deliberate, and with that he raced down the river to try and find where she might come out as he would do one thing that being to kill the painted woman.
After roughly a half mile Ka realized Kaytoo was still in the river or at least had not come out to this point. His nose sniffing and tongue flicking at the air, his slobber thick to catch any scent as he finally stopped smelling her his head snapping around the scent faint but there. Knowing she’d be clean now it made sense, yet what he found instead was a heavily used trail and a cleared patch of ground her impression clearly in it. He could smell her heavy sweat and even her whetness though now faint. He could even smell Qo’s scent clearly, and as he looked up the trail it so obvious she had come this way, he realized where he was, this the spot she had been discovered the first day and near where they captured her. He had her and he knew it. Moving up the trail quickly ever checking for scent and tracks. How stupid of the painted woman he thought, as even a child could follow this path to her home.
Da Det’fed Targda’mon, The Final Battle:
The current so swift it easily outpacing the best speed of any Mourkra had allowed Kaytoo to rest simply floating down the river. She kept a close eye out for Ka and even Ke if he broke free, yet soon was instead paying attention to where she was and realized around the next bend she’d find where she had been staying. Kaytoo just barely caught the rope on the other side as she floated up to it quickly, yet the strain of her weight was too much it snapping, and lazily her weapons the anchor it swung her round to shore yet not the side with the high cliff. Frantically Kaytoo hauled out her weapons considering how to get to the cliff across the river and prepare to launch her arrows into them as they came. Yet suddenly she paused, her own stupidity and humiliation once more causing her to berate herself, and with a fury of her own angry at her foolishness, she decided to fight them head to head.
She tossed her bow and arrows to the side and decided at the last to truly make this a fair fight even refusing to don her miniscule Herte’s Armor. Thinking to herself so enraged preparing for battle as this the Hamr way, Kaytoo began cursing the Gods and warning them. “Herte` du bitch! Du never helped me though I always honored un prayed to du! Know I fight this day nude as du to inspire da fight! Un know since du could never even give me inspiration as I have killed four Mourkra, if I die this day I come for you!” Kaytoo continued her stinging prayers to all the Gods as she prepared, cursing and threatening them all as in her mind they never cared too busy with the pleasures and sport of Koluumn or Barbarian Realm of the Gods, forgetting of her dreams they had slipped into and how every action in dealing with the Mourkra had been inspired by them. She then further cursed Shostvar, Ceepe`, Kelmtes and Roth for getting her into this, and vowed if the Raven didn’t take her that her spirit would hunt them for all eternity, though to be fair, her curses to the spirits were whispered as the Gods could do nothing to affect her life, yet the spirits could.
Kaytoo would fight Ka and Ke head on, yet she was no fool. Lashing her favorite knife to her thigh, her Tomahawk Hammer to her back, she took up her bastard sword yet did one more thing. She knew they would charge her, the trail they’d come up so narrow there was only one path, and with that she dropped a short broken limb on the ground perhaps a foot long and only six inches around. Over it she laid her Halberd with only two feet of the shaft behind it, then covered the rest with dirt, squat down and waited as she continued to pray insulting and threatening the Gods who unknown to her had all turned their eyes to this spot to watch the battle.
It didn’t take long as perhaps a hundred paces up the trail Ka appeared alone. Seeing her squatting there, he suddenly roared as he bore his claws and fingers like talons and barred his teeth. Drawing his short sword instantly charging, as now the painted woman could not escape. Kaytoo rose up as well shouting for him to come on, if he wanted to die this day she’d oblige him, and that he would be wiser to simply run. Neither would back down as Ka’s run was so focussed and intense he dropped to all fours, just at the last rising up his sword leveled to cut Kaytoo in half.
Kaytoo had expected the charge and remembering back prepared for it yet hoped he’d stay low to crash into her first. With his last two steps she suddenly stepped back her Bastard Sword dipping down in front of her to defend from his blow and hopefully catch him, yet the true defense lay low. Kaytoo’s step landed right on the butt end of her Halberd’s shaft, the log the fulcrum as it popped out of the soil roughly three feet high. Unfortunately Ka raising up it would not find his gut as she’d hoped, and more so he dodged. What it did find however was the front of his thigh as he rolled off slicing it well, yet it would take more then that to stop a Mourkra more so one who was filled with justifiable rage.
The strike of his sword to hers sent Kaytoo tumbling backwards as he himself stumbled and rolled. Kaytoo’s sword was lost from her hands, and scrambling to rise she spun round and up while drawing her knife and Tomahawk. Ka raised quickly as well though the cut to his thigh would not let his leg straighten fully, never the less he charged once more roaring, and before Kaytoo could swing or stab, Ka had knocked her back to where they started Kaytoo sprawling. Ka was enraged furious, the strike to Kaytoo brutal his forearm finding her chest much like that first day, every inch of her in pain yet she tried with all her will to rise. Unfortunately Ka’s blow was timed perfectly, Kaytoo not having a firm grip on her weapons as they both went sailing, and as she scrambled to get away, she saw her Halberd near, and crawled as fast as she could to grab it.
She could hear him coming, dirt and leaves kicked up as he wildly charged once more. Kaytoo grasping her Halberd mid shaft, yet his blow to her had been so sound she could barely grasp it let alone stand. Her Halberd’s blade catching the ground as she stumbled forward Kaytoo’s drive continuing on to try and escape as suddenly the Halberd was driven deep into the dirt, and set so firm Kaytoo had to let go as she fell face forward. Rolling over as quick as she could to at least face Ka as he had to be upon her, she was met with a sight that froze her solid and caused her jaw to fall slack. As she had tripped falling the blade catching the ground, the spiked butt end had risen, and Ka had run square into it the shaft driving through his massive chest. He just stood there mouth agape, blood beginning to run from his lips, and finally he just dropped as though sitting with a thud as his arms fell slack at his sides.
Though Ka was done for he was still dangerous, yet as he looked to Kaytoo all the rage slipped from his eyes, soon replaced with a great fear sweeping over him, and though foolish Kaytoo crawled to him as he gurgled out a simple phrase. “No let me rot.” Kaytoo knew what he meant, and in kind to her own people it a sin to let someone die with their hands empty, she covered his massive fingers with her own hand to help him keep the sword within it, and answered his plea. “Tom pax du Ka, none of du will rot, not even Ko. Da pack will be whole again. Hunt well.” With that Ka’s eyes widened as did his massive maw, an exaggerated expression of joy and excitement that remained after the light left from his eyes and his massive heart fell silent.
Kaytoo had survived and fulfilled Shoustvar’s demand, yet for the moment she would walk as Mourkra and felt no victory, relief or joy.
Kocve` Pax, Faithful Promise:
Kaytoo sat for the longest time recovering from Ka’s strikes yet also reflecting as she stared into his frozen joyful expression. Eventually she rose sore and stiff again, and looked about gathering all her weapons and armor except her Halberd as no one would come near Ka while gone. It took her much of the day to reach the marsh island, yet once there she built a second pyre on that spot and freed Ko’s spirit. It was the least she could do him wrongfully accused due to her, and in her kinds ways wailed fully for him. The next day waking at dawn, Kaytoo walked to where Qa and Qe were killed by bears. Along the way she prayed or more threatened Roth to either move the bears from that spot so she could take the bodies, or she’d spend the balance of her days doing nothing but hunting bear. Sure enough even though the Salmon had not made it this far, Kaytoo was able to collect Qa and Qe, and lash them to a log. Part way down the river she added Ke, and floated down to Ka.
That evening Kaytoo spent much of it lashing their weapons in their hands as they’d still be hot, painting their bodies and making crude armor out of tree bark and the like. As they burned upon the massive pyre she built, she keened and wailed, cursed the Gods threatening them that Tragent might become confused and take all their spirits to Barbarian Heaven. She warned that they had better let them in as if not Jagdnict would, and in either case they might simply over run them, so to abide, and yield. Sure enough, the smoke brought the insects that brought the bats. Then Komtra the spirit Owl came to announce a warriors passing and call Vart Ut’san or the spirit crows to fight him, their calls calling Tragent, and she could only imagine Nachtrow’s face when six Mourkra arrived to fight their way into Kvertosh or Warrior Heaven.
The next morning, stiff and sore even still, Kaytoo pondered the events of the last few days. How similar the Mourkra were to Hamr Barbarians, yet also in some ways unfaithful being lesser beings. It struck her as well how with all her prejudice and arrogance, the Mourkra viewed her as lesser in kind. In any case she’d have a lot to sort out, and no doubt many nights when alone would find herself smelling a distant sweet oily sweat, and feeling beautifully small and vulnerable in a good way, feminine, as her fingers would trace over slickened folds.
As she made her way down the river in the distance she encountered Shostvar. As usual he’d pay his respects and thanks, and Kaytoo in kind would spit at him leveling curses, as he’d simply smirk and trot off. Finally taking a more traveled path on the way to be with her dogs, her own pack, her true pack, Kaytoo encountered a caravan of Dwarves delivering weapons to those that had bought them. Instantly the banter between them began from a distance. One Dwarf asking if she’d be his mommy as he acted as though grappling some great breast and suckling, Kaytoo laughing and stating if he were hers, she’d simply spank him to wit each lifted their kilts and smacked their own bottoms. Offers to come see what part of them was troll while grasping their crotches, to show her what she’d look like with a red muff, or if she’d ever been a five Dwarf Toboggan and more all had her laughing as she’d shout back her equally risqué replies growing ever nearer. Naturally all meant in half jest as they hoped she’d stay and join in their drinking games, betting mandatory. Yet as she walked with them she noted one that was not Dwarf so much taller then the rest. Hooded and cloaked, and only at the last as she took her fork and they theirs seeing the young woman’s face, the girl who had been with her and the Mourkra.
Kaytoo nude, her armor lashed to her Halberd upon her shoulder, all her other weapons hanging off her back, refused to stay missing her dogs, and the Dwarves offered up a more serious warning. “Be careful Barbarian, there are Mourkra in these woods and if not twenty then one hundred.” Kaytoo pausing at that and looking directly at the young woman, and spoke directly to the girl yet as though to all. “Tdok, there are no Mourkra in these woods. Besides, Ut’Kregda’fed bleed like any other.”
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Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Kaytoo on Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:49 am
"Call me savage, and you're only telling me how much you have forgotten of the natural world, and the nature of minds."
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Re: Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Kaytoo on Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:43 pm
Final draft above.......
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Re: Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Kaytoo on Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:48 pm
Follow up for background information in that the Mourkran and Vorkan race proposal write-ups have been purged from the forum:
Name: Mourkra....
Physical Race Description:
General Physical Form:
Humanoid, Though skin tones, teeth, some bone mass and ears betray the lineage, would ALWAYS appear to be roughly oversized though somewhat “Gorilla “like”” humans.
Adult Height:
Male Avg. 6'2" to 6'8" with exceptions from 5'10" to 6'11" known.......Female Avg. 5'10" to 6'4", with exceptions from 5'6" to 6'8".
Adult Weight:
Males 4.75-5#/inch of height ex. 6'8"/80"=380#@4.75, Females 4-4.25#/inch (6'8"/80"=320#@4). Females and males similar in muscle density and A typical muscular physique translating to more weight/inch then racial average.
Physique:
All Mourkra having average body fat tend to be made up of dense thick muscle. Musculature is always exaggerated over most races lending itself to muscle-bound physiques, never lean/thin, though fat possible, yet that often thought to be fat like say a large gut can often be exaggerated muscle. (power/weight lifters though that the untrained state or Gorilla). Genital size (since so commonly asked) would be proportional this also translating to females tending to have oversized clitoris and thicker labia.
Additionally, Mourkra arms tend to run slightly longer then human proportionally. Legs also tend to run stockier, though have the slightest of bow or bend at the knees as though never fully straightening. However, the slight outward twist of the leg causing that seeming bow allows for more flexibility within the hip then the average human.
Ears:
All Mourkra have pointed ears, the length/height of that peak as well as lobe tends to run from very small to moderate though lobe length in some cases can be greatly exaggerated. Size having nothing to do with size of the individual, and seems to have no bearing on any other trait.
Eyes:
Color variations in eyes range from "dark" browns, to black no others.
Hair:
"Natural" hair color ranges from dark browns and blacks and is very thick/coarse in texture. It also tends to have a glossy or "greasy" appearance. Facial and body hair as diverse as humans yet upon those with chest or back hair will almost always be both including the shoulders and tending to form over shoulder blades and down the spine as well as pecs and belly. Head hair tends to tangle into dreadlocks close to the scalp, giving their hair a corded look.
Skin Tones:
Mourkra skin tones ALWAYS darker hues. Some dark olives, to browns then verging on black. Never lighter tones in extremes and never albino. Always a greenish/olive cast to it. Sun exposure varies from no effect, to dark mottling yet never grants an all over tan or darkening.
A second aspect worth noting about skin is that it tends to have a slight sheen to it. Thought to be sweat, is actually an oil exuded from their pores which seems to aid in weather resistance. This oil is somewhat slick as well causing some to believe it is also a natural combat adaptation. Lastly it does indeed have a softer musky scent to it, which is known to help in locating of other Mourkra, retracing steps after an attack to return to camp, and is also speculated as being a marker on victims and property for future location and use. When aroused the scent takes on a slightly different aroma, possibly an explanation for how victims initially raped by one soon find themselves swarmed over by many.
Nails:
Always dark black. Thicker then human nails significantly, can be to even claws however though are rigid enough to be used as weapons if sharpened as such (however, no "sharpen claw" or similar spell may be cast upon them just shy of their use). However, such sharpened considered the norm not the exception. This applies to both hands and feet though are of no additional aid in climbing.
Teeth & Mouth:
Mourkra unlike purely human counterparts Canine have been eluded to as fangs. Conical and long, though so thick would be more similar to a Gorilla’s. Lips however are specific to gender. Females lips tend to run more reddish brown often contrasting yet complimenting skin tone, males are almost exclusively dark brown to black. Mourkra tongues tend to run from dark green to black, and are split at the tip roughly 1”. Lastly, Mourkra have exaggerated muzzles like a Gorilla’s however the degree of can vary.
Bone Structure:
Though clearly larger proportionally have some unique traits NOT always visible. The first would be the "Mourkran Crown". A ring of dense bone running around the brow at a slight up angle to the crown of the head. Slightly visible, can also run over the top of the head to the brow making for some rather exotic structures. This ridge of bone does aid somewhat in protection.
Next, Mourkra have a tail. In the largest examples extending no more than 6” and at the least 3”. Their tail can however range from thick to very thin. When aroused often stiffening like a spike though it’s use as a weapon debatable.
Lastly are the Mourkra spinal plates. Serving as an almost skeletal armor, when flat spread out roughly 4” from the center of the spine. However, though normally not visible when a Mourkran becomes aroused or angry they are pressed together then rise giving their spine and tailbone a very exaggerated bumpy ridge. Like the tips of two hands fingers coming together then pressing up over each vertebrae.
Nervous System:
Mourkra nervous systems are sub par to Human. Though temperature, touch and pain are felt and signal injury, it does not lend itself to debilitating pain hence Mourkra often fighting to the death. In kind as to pleasure and touch, not as sensitive lends itself to rather rough handling and sexual encounters almost demanding rough rapid attention. Hence Mourkran rapes tend to be excessively brutal, as the Mourkra tries to feel to reach orgasm. In kind they have not the dexterity of other humanoids, so light touches vs. maulings are not the norm.
Half Breeds:
None.
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Origins:
Mourkra are the true evolved race from what was once the ancient Orc of old. Though not as mindless and animalistic, embraced the ways of their ancestors retaining many of their ways. Undisciplined, and barbaric at best, work well with Goblin another descendant. Though wherein Goblins as a whole due to lesser body strength embraced magic and higher minded things, Mourkra found little use when their savagery and brute force could grant them all they sought and desired.
Primarily of the second continent in recent times scattered packs have made their way to the third. However the lack of established communities and nomadic ways make them a race impossible to annex into the Empire. Lastly, due to a shaky truce at best between second and third continent empires, Mourkra numbers have gradually increased due to decrees that they are no longer to be killed on sight.
Mindset/Society:
Mourkra as a whole have little use for much of that which modern Belariathan society embraces. Food, drink, objects of sexual release and combat all that is sought, even fire due to their dulled nervous systems simply a source of curiosity or a weapon. Wherein possessions mean much to others even money, to a Mourkra a good weapon means much more. Though secondary as to things valued armor also, yet secondary in that Mourkra have natural armor though minimal built in.
The average Mourkran will seek to do few things throughout their day. Once each is satisfied to their desire, moving onto the next. First to feed, this aspect a source of myth to many. Other races have long held that Mourkra are cannibalistic feeding upon other races and even each other. Though untrue, the stories have been perpetuated through their eating raw meat and little else. Typical fruits, vegetables, grains and such simply not to Mourkra taste. Their dead dragged off to never be seen again another source of this myth, as well as those enslaved often never seen again.
Next would come drink, as one might expect their systems not as “refined” as others, water as a whole will suit a Mourkra fine. However, milder drinks such as beers, ales & mead will also be consumed. Rarely stronger liquors as ale alone seems to do the job quickly (low tolerance for alcohol). Bellies full and food washed down, Mourkra would then seek nothing further then sexual release. This in itself a task most knowing of their maulings, so rape more often the norm. That aspect of their needs often involving combat or a chase to some degree also, the average Mourkra will be satisfied only then desiring sleep.
Though seeming to most to be ignorant savage beasts simply moved by reflex and instinct, most would find this to be a foolish underestimation. Though perhaps not the most ingenious of the races, Mourkra are not stupid. They live their lives how they do by choice, it granting them every need and desire. Though seeming a life of constant struggle to most, all it takes is remembering that to pay bills, protect possessions, battle with wits to keep ones head above water is a struggle in itself. Yet in the end, who is truly more free.
Culture:
Mourkra have a pack culture. An Alpha then Beta male and female sets determined through combat, it is more common then not to see Mourkra fighting each other as much as others in their plays for dominance. Females in Mourkra culture hold no more place then objects of sexual release and propagation as viewed by the males. This does not mean however a Mourkra female can never be more, as it is the victor in combat who decides the fate of another and would not be unheard of for a Mourkran female to be the dominant figure so in kind view the males similarly.
Male & Female Mourkra’s tastes, needs/wants and libidos are exactly the same. They will fight together in battle, feed and rape equally ferociously, their actions proving them out to be the same. It is to that end that gender has little bearing, in kind it does not lend itself to the culture being more masculine or feminine as most would view it.
What is NOT known by the other races are their traditions, and culture further (to be developed by others later), and as said it is believed they eat their dead. Truth be known however they drag off their dead for burning (adding to the cannibalism belief it stated they are cooking them failing to recall they eat raw meat). Mourkra seem to have some sort of morbid fascination with their fallen, as though either not grasping how such a thing could happen, more so how one of their own could be so inactive.
It is during these times that Mourkra show a sense of loss, often trying to rouse the individual, then even offering lesser weapons and armor as though trying to tempt it to respond. When all efforts have failed they will decorate the fallen individual with paints and ribbons, then as they burn it, keen, wail and howl their cries showing true loss.
Rank & Class System Relating to Self and Others:
Among Mourkra life is simple, the strongest and most fierce is the leader, and so it goes down the chain regardless of gender. Others are simply obedient or challengers, and authority over others is demanded constantly, yet also almost constantly challenged.
Others they view as simply fodder. If they offer something they want a potential victim, if not simply something that needs to stay out of their way. It is not an issue of believing themselves a better race then others, quite simply nothing more then a rushing locomotive anything upon the tracks to be swept aside.
Religion:
Mourkra have often been called the “Godless Horde” for good reason. Primitive in their beliefs tend to fixate upon “Spirits” instead of what others would term as Gods. Everything in the Mourkran world holds a spirit be it a tree, a rock, water, their axe, everything. The spirit they believe of any thing Mourkra believe is the driving force within it. Those things inanimate trapped there, yet never the less having influence over that item. What that lends itself to is their belief in say a particular weapon being extra strong or even ferocious, wet wood refusing to burn, a rock stubbing ones toe.
Plants they do not however view as inanimate seeing them grow and move due to the wind. In kind pranks by pixies, dryad and the like adding to that belief. Wind, water, the sun, anything moving or that could of at one time able due to the spirit within it actually able to directly affect others. In kind this plays out in feeding, much like the beliefs of many eating of an animal takes the spirit of that animal within you. Lastly as to their dead, burning is utilized to destroy the body and free the spirit. Though lost to the pack it however only then able to roam freely once more, wherein if left alone would fall to the same fate as say stones.
Fashion:
Mourkra tend to wear minimal clothing. A leather loincloth, perhaps boots and leather leggings as far as clothing often pressing the extreme. Nude often the norm, or a simple leather wrap about the hips or a loincloth more common. What Mourkra will wear however are their bits of armor. Normally haphazard in selection and style often taken from large enough victims so little of it matching and none of it garish, will often be decorated much as themselves, though also often dirty and uncared for. Rarely a helmet though a metal facemask would not be uncommon, a Mourkran kit will almost always be unrestrictive.
Body decoration is common vs. clothing to do so. It would not be uncommon to see Mourkra heavily tattooed and pierced, carvings and brands upon them. Painting ones self with personal symbols of protection or “pack” would also be common.
Expressiveness:
Mourkra in contrast to Vorka are excessively expressive of every emotion, thought and intent. Often called the worlds worst bluffers, Mourkra will openly divulge every thought they have. Facial expressions posturing and vocalizations all play roles in Mourkra communication. Often exaggerated, it is believed to be so to be able to communicate over distances a pack may spread out over during attacks.
Wide grins, deep frowns, barring of teeth, widening of eyes and exaggerated poses to show strength, fear, anger etc. all utilized. As examples, an almost basic greeting to any would be the snarling of their nose, barring of teeth, and lifting their arms from their sides curling their fingers like talons as they growl. The response simple, either turn away and do not look at them directly to show you yield and are not challenging, or return it in kind or more and risk a fight.
Another would be what seems like constant tasting with their forked tongue. Most assuming that their licks to things and others are sampling potential meals, yet in truth it sets the scent deep in their minds, and what power it may be to remember others from even long distances or that they may have touched purely by scent.
As a final example of hundreds would be a Mourkra staring at you intently, tail growing rigid, spinal plates rising and their skin becoming extra slick with oils as their mouths hang agape panting tongue repetitively licking their lips. You have been marked, and if you look lower to between their heavily muscled thighs, you’ll know for what.
Language:
Though Mourkra can speak and understand the Crown’s Tongue, it most often though excellent mimics be broken or a “pigeon common”. Between one another however Howls, clicks, grunts, growls, and hundreds of other sounds it is “assumed” make up their language (to be developed by others later) yet in truth is not. Those sounds though communication are very complex codes, a simple grunt at a particular moment perhaps meaning a very detailed set of commands. Hence the difficulty and assumption battle with them is nothing more then an out of control mob. In truth the battle orders often complex simply not understood by others. Their numerous victories testament to that.
Misc.:
Mourkra view all other races simply as fodder, yet are wise enough to often wait for a pack to attack those stronger.
Mourkra are very emotional, though more often then not those seen will be anger, rage, lust, etc.
Mourkra prefer fighting in packs, and will hesitantly avoid fights when at a disadvantage.
Mourkra prefer heavy bladed or crushing weapons, force not agility their strength.
Classes:
Warriors, Rangers, Shaman, Warrior Mage, Mist Raider, Warlord, Necromancer
Society Geographic Location:
Mourkra all initially hail from the unexplored second continent and are scattered over it. Of late nomadic bands and even individuals have been roaming “freely” about the third continent with orders they though not are to be treated as no less then citizens of the Empire.
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Name: Mourkra....
Physical Race Description:
General Physical Form:
Humanoid, Though skin tones, teeth, some bone mass and ears betray the lineage, would ALWAYS appear to be roughly oversized though somewhat “Gorilla “like”” humans.
Adult Height:
Male Avg. 6'2" to 6'8" with exceptions from 5'10" to 6'11" known.......Female Avg. 5'10" to 6'4", with exceptions from 5'6" to 6'8".
Adult Weight:
Males 4.75-5#/inch of height ex. 6'8"/80"=380#@4.75, Females 4-4.25#/inch (6'8"/80"=320#@4). Females and males similar in muscle density and A typical muscular physique translating to more weight/inch then racial average.
Physique:
All Mourkra having average body fat tend to be made up of dense thick muscle. Musculature is always exaggerated over most races lending itself to muscle-bound physiques, never lean/thin, though fat possible, yet that often thought to be fat like say a large gut can often be exaggerated muscle. (power/weight lifters though that the untrained state or Gorilla). Genital size (since so commonly asked) would be proportional this also translating to females tending to have oversized clitoris and thicker labia.
Additionally, Mourkra arms tend to run slightly longer then human proportionally. Legs also tend to run stockier, though have the slightest of bow or bend at the knees as though never fully straightening. However, the slight outward twist of the leg causing that seeming bow allows for more flexibility within the hip then the average human.
Ears:
All Mourkra have pointed ears, the length/height of that peak as well as lobe tends to run from very small to moderate though lobe length in some cases can be greatly exaggerated. Size having nothing to do with size of the individual, and seems to have no bearing on any other trait.
Eyes:
Color variations in eyes range from "dark" browns, to black no others.
Hair:
"Natural" hair color ranges from dark browns and blacks and is very thick/coarse in texture. It also tends to have a glossy or "greasy" appearance. Facial and body hair as diverse as humans yet upon those with chest or back hair will almost always be both including the shoulders and tending to form over shoulder blades and down the spine as well as pecs and belly. Head hair tends to tangle into dreadlocks close to the scalp, giving their hair a corded look.
Skin Tones:
Mourkra skin tones ALWAYS darker hues. Some dark olives, to browns then verging on black. Never lighter tones in extremes and never albino. Always a greenish/olive cast to it. Sun exposure varies from no effect, to dark mottling yet never grants an all over tan or darkening.
A second aspect worth noting about skin is that it tends to have a slight sheen to it. Thought to be sweat, is actually an oil exuded from their pores which seems to aid in weather resistance. This oil is somewhat slick as well causing some to believe it is also a natural combat adaptation. Lastly it does indeed have a softer musky scent to it, which is known to help in locating of other Mourkra, retracing steps after an attack to return to camp, and is also speculated as being a marker on victims and property for future location and use. When aroused the scent takes on a slightly different aroma, possibly an explanation for how victims initially raped by one soon find themselves swarmed over by many.
Nails:
Always dark black. Thicker then human nails significantly, can be to even claws however though are rigid enough to be used as weapons if sharpened as such (however, no "sharpen claw" or similar spell may be cast upon them just shy of their use). However, such sharpened considered the norm not the exception. This applies to both hands and feet though are of no additional aid in climbing.
Teeth & Mouth:
Mourkra unlike purely human counterparts Canine have been eluded to as fangs. Conical and long, though so thick would be more similar to a Gorilla’s. Lips however are specific to gender. Females lips tend to run more reddish brown often contrasting yet complimenting skin tone, males are almost exclusively dark brown to black. Mourkra tongues tend to run from dark green to black, and are split at the tip roughly 1”. Lastly, Mourkra have exaggerated muzzles like a Gorilla’s however the degree of can vary.
Bone Structure:
Though clearly larger proportionally have some unique traits NOT always visible. The first would be the "Mourkran Crown". A ring of dense bone running around the brow at a slight up angle to the crown of the head. Slightly visible, can also run over the top of the head to the brow making for some rather exotic structures. This ridge of bone does aid somewhat in protection.
Next, Mourkra have a tail. In the largest examples extending no more than 6” and at the least 3”. Their tail can however range from thick to very thin. When aroused often stiffening like a spike though it’s use as a weapon debatable.
Lastly are the Mourkra spinal plates. Serving as an almost skeletal armor, when flat spread out roughly 4” from the center of the spine. However, though normally not visible when a Mourkran becomes aroused or angry they are pressed together then rise giving their spine and tailbone a very exaggerated bumpy ridge. Like the tips of two hands fingers coming together then pressing up over each vertebrae.
Nervous System:
Mourkra nervous systems are sub par to Human. Though temperature, touch and pain are felt and signal injury, it does not lend itself to debilitating pain hence Mourkra often fighting to the death. In kind as to pleasure and touch, not as sensitive lends itself to rather rough handling and sexual encounters almost demanding rough rapid attention. Hence Mourkran rapes tend to be excessively brutal, as the Mourkra tries to feel to reach orgasm. In kind they have not the dexterity of other humanoids, so light touches vs. maulings are not the norm.
Half Breeds:
None.
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Origins:
Mourkra are the true evolved race from what was once the ancient Orc of old. Though not as mindless and animalistic, embraced the ways of their ancestors retaining many of their ways. Undisciplined, and barbaric at best, work well with Goblin another descendant. Though wherein Goblins as a whole due to lesser body strength embraced magic and higher minded things, Mourkra found little use when their savagery and brute force could grant them all they sought and desired.
Primarily of the second continent in recent times scattered packs have made their way to the third. However the lack of established communities and nomadic ways make them a race impossible to annex into the Empire. Lastly, due to a shaky truce at best between second and third continent empires, Mourkra numbers have gradually increased due to decrees that they are no longer to be killed on sight.
Mindset/Society:
Mourkra as a whole have little use for much of that which modern Belariathan society embraces. Food, drink, objects of sexual release and combat all that is sought, even fire due to their dulled nervous systems simply a source of curiosity or a weapon. Wherein possessions mean much to others even money, to a Mourkra a good weapon means much more. Though secondary as to things valued armor also, yet secondary in that Mourkra have natural armor though minimal built in.
The average Mourkran will seek to do few things throughout their day. Once each is satisfied to their desire, moving onto the next. First to feed, this aspect a source of myth to many. Other races have long held that Mourkra are cannibalistic feeding upon other races and even each other. Though untrue, the stories have been perpetuated through their eating raw meat and little else. Typical fruits, vegetables, grains and such simply not to Mourkra taste. Their dead dragged off to never be seen again another source of this myth, as well as those enslaved often never seen again.
Next would come drink, as one might expect their systems not as “refined” as others, water as a whole will suit a Mourkra fine. However, milder drinks such as beers, ales & mead will also be consumed. Rarely stronger liquors as ale alone seems to do the job quickly (low tolerance for alcohol). Bellies full and food washed down, Mourkra would then seek nothing further then sexual release. This in itself a task most knowing of their maulings, so rape more often the norm. That aspect of their needs often involving combat or a chase to some degree also, the average Mourkra will be satisfied only then desiring sleep.
Though seeming to most to be ignorant savage beasts simply moved by reflex and instinct, most would find this to be a foolish underestimation. Though perhaps not the most ingenious of the races, Mourkra are not stupid. They live their lives how they do by choice, it granting them every need and desire. Though seeming a life of constant struggle to most, all it takes is remembering that to pay bills, protect possessions, battle with wits to keep ones head above water is a struggle in itself. Yet in the end, who is truly more free.
Culture:
Mourkra have a pack culture. An Alpha then Beta male and female sets determined through combat, it is more common then not to see Mourkra fighting each other as much as others in their plays for dominance. Females in Mourkra culture hold no more place then objects of sexual release and propagation as viewed by the males. This does not mean however a Mourkra female can never be more, as it is the victor in combat who decides the fate of another and would not be unheard of for a Mourkran female to be the dominant figure so in kind view the males similarly.
Male & Female Mourkra’s tastes, needs/wants and libidos are exactly the same. They will fight together in battle, feed and rape equally ferociously, their actions proving them out to be the same. It is to that end that gender has little bearing, in kind it does not lend itself to the culture being more masculine or feminine as most would view it.
What is NOT known by the other races are their traditions, and culture further (to be developed by others later), and as said it is believed they eat their dead. Truth be known however they drag off their dead for burning (adding to the cannibalism belief it stated they are cooking them failing to recall they eat raw meat). Mourkra seem to have some sort of morbid fascination with their fallen, as though either not grasping how such a thing could happen, more so how one of their own could be so inactive.
It is during these times that Mourkra show a sense of loss, often trying to rouse the individual, then even offering lesser weapons and armor as though trying to tempt it to respond. When all efforts have failed they will decorate the fallen individual with paints and ribbons, then as they burn it, keen, wail and howl their cries showing true loss.
Rank & Class System Relating to Self and Others:
Among Mourkra life is simple, the strongest and most fierce is the leader, and so it goes down the chain regardless of gender. Others are simply obedient or challengers, and authority over others is demanded constantly, yet also almost constantly challenged.
Others they view as simply fodder. If they offer something they want a potential victim, if not simply something that needs to stay out of their way. It is not an issue of believing themselves a better race then others, quite simply nothing more then a rushing locomotive anything upon the tracks to be swept aside.
Religion:
Mourkra have often been called the “Godless Horde” for good reason. Primitive in their beliefs tend to fixate upon “Spirits” instead of what others would term as Gods. Everything in the Mourkran world holds a spirit be it a tree, a rock, water, their axe, everything. The spirit they believe of any thing Mourkra believe is the driving force within it. Those things inanimate trapped there, yet never the less having influence over that item. What that lends itself to is their belief in say a particular weapon being extra strong or even ferocious, wet wood refusing to burn, a rock stubbing ones toe.
Plants they do not however view as inanimate seeing them grow and move due to the wind. In kind pranks by pixies, dryad and the like adding to that belief. Wind, water, the sun, anything moving or that could of at one time able due to the spirit within it actually able to directly affect others. In kind this plays out in feeding, much like the beliefs of many eating of an animal takes the spirit of that animal within you. Lastly as to their dead, burning is utilized to destroy the body and free the spirit. Though lost to the pack it however only then able to roam freely once more, wherein if left alone would fall to the same fate as say stones.
Fashion:
Mourkra tend to wear minimal clothing. A leather loincloth, perhaps boots and leather leggings as far as clothing often pressing the extreme. Nude often the norm, or a simple leather wrap about the hips or a loincloth more common. What Mourkra will wear however are their bits of armor. Normally haphazard in selection and style often taken from large enough victims so little of it matching and none of it garish, will often be decorated much as themselves, though also often dirty and uncared for. Rarely a helmet though a metal facemask would not be uncommon, a Mourkran kit will almost always be unrestrictive.
Body decoration is common vs. clothing to do so. It would not be uncommon to see Mourkra heavily tattooed and pierced, carvings and brands upon them. Painting ones self with personal symbols of protection or “pack” would also be common.
Expressiveness:
Mourkra in contrast to Vorka are excessively expressive of every emotion, thought and intent. Often called the worlds worst bluffers, Mourkra will openly divulge every thought they have. Facial expressions posturing and vocalizations all play roles in Mourkra communication. Often exaggerated, it is believed to be so to be able to communicate over distances a pack may spread out over during attacks.
Wide grins, deep frowns, barring of teeth, widening of eyes and exaggerated poses to show strength, fear, anger etc. all utilized. As examples, an almost basic greeting to any would be the snarling of their nose, barring of teeth, and lifting their arms from their sides curling their fingers like talons as they growl. The response simple, either turn away and do not look at them directly to show you yield and are not challenging, or return it in kind or more and risk a fight.
Another would be what seems like constant tasting with their forked tongue. Most assuming that their licks to things and others are sampling potential meals, yet in truth it sets the scent deep in their minds, and what power it may be to remember others from even long distances or that they may have touched purely by scent.
As a final example of hundreds would be a Mourkra staring at you intently, tail growing rigid, spinal plates rising and their skin becoming extra slick with oils as their mouths hang agape panting tongue repetitively licking their lips. You have been marked, and if you look lower to between their heavily muscled thighs, you’ll know for what.
Language:
Though Mourkra can speak and understand the Crown’s Tongue, it most often though excellent mimics be broken or a “pigeon common”. Between one another however Howls, clicks, grunts, growls, and hundreds of other sounds it is “assumed” make up their language (to be developed by others later) yet in truth is not. Those sounds though communication are very complex codes, a simple grunt at a particular moment perhaps meaning a very detailed set of commands. Hence the difficulty and assumption battle with them is nothing more then an out of control mob. In truth the battle orders often complex simply not understood by others. Their numerous victories testament to that.
Misc.:
Mourkra view all other races simply as fodder, yet are wise enough to often wait for a pack to attack those stronger.
Mourkra are very emotional, though more often then not those seen will be anger, rage, lust, etc.
Mourkra prefer fighting in packs, and will hesitantly avoid fights when at a disadvantage.
Mourkra prefer heavy bladed or crushing weapons, force not agility their strength.
Classes:
Warriors, Rangers, Shaman, Warrior Mage, Mist Raider, Warlord, Necromancer
Society Geographic Location:
Mourkra all initially hail from the unexplored second continent and are scattered over it. Of late nomadic bands and even individuals have been roaming “freely” about the third continent with orders they though not are to be treated as no less then citizens of the Empire.
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Re: Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Kaytoo on Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:51 pm
Vorka, the counter or civilized aspect of Orc hybrid:
Name: Vorka....
A Vorkan Axe, Vorkanii Language, Vorkanai Traditions, Vorkana, the home mountain, etc..
Physical Race Description:
General Physical Form:
Absolutely humanoid. Though skin tones, teeth, some bone mass and ears betray the lineage, would ALWAYS appear to be generally oversized well built humans.
Adult Height:
Male Avg. 6'6" to 7'0" with exceptions from 6'0" to 7'3" known.......Female Avg. 6'0" to 6'8", with exceptions from 5'9" to 7'0".
Adult Weight:
Males 4.5-4.75#/inch of height ex. 6'8"/80"=360#@4.5, Females 3.75-4#/inch (6'8"/80"=300#@3.75). Females and males similar in muscle density and A typical muscular physique translating to more weight/inch then racial average.
Physique:
All Vorka having little body fat tend to be made up of dense lean muscle. Musculature is always exaggerated over most races lending itself to "ripped" physiques, never lean/thin, nor fat. (think body builders though that the untrained state). Genital size (since so commonly asked) would be proportional this also translating to females tending to have oversized clitoris and thicker labia.
Ears:
All Vorka have pointed ears, the length/height of that peak as well as lobe length varies from very minimal to large. Size having nothing to do with size of the individual, yet has been assumed to be linked to either physical ability vs. intelligence (short compact ears stronger, longer more exaggerated smarter).
Eyes:
Color variations in eyes range from "dark" greens, browns, to black no others.
Hair:
"Natural" hair color ranges from darker shades of red/brown (more auburn) browns and blacks and is thicker in texture. It also tends to have a glossy or "greasy" appearance though is not. Facial and body hair as diverse as humans yet no more.
Skin Tones:
Vorka skin tones ALWAYS lean to moderate more olive hues. Some pale olives, to browns then verging on faded black. Never Caucasian, oriental, nor coal black in extremes. Always a greenish/olive cast to it. Sun exposure varies from no effect, to dark mottling yet never grants an all over tan or darkening.
Nails:
Always dark in tone to even black. Thicker then human nails significantly, are in no means claws however though are rigid enough to be used as weapons if sharpened as such (however, no "sharpen claw" or similar spell may be cast upon them just shy of their use). However, such sharpened nails are rare as it is considered "unkempt"
Teeth & Mouth:
Vorka unlike purely human counterparts Canine have been eluded to as short fangs. However, though conical are neither long nor sharp enough to be effectively used as weapons. Lips however are specific to gender. Females lips tend to run more pale to reddish brown often contrasting yet complimenting skin tone, males are almost exclusively dark brown to black. Lastly, Vorka tongues tend to run from blues to black, hence combating races claims of fighting "blue tongued devils".
Bone Structure:
Though clearly larger proportionally have some unique traits NOT always visible. The first would be the "Vorkan Crown". A ring of dense bone running around the brow at a slight up angle to the crown of the head. Though in ancient generations it may have been visible and actually functional, now it is neither as it's mass reduced and musculature filled in any defining ridges.
Next, Vorka have what would be the most minimal remnants of a tail. In the largest examples extending no more than an inch, least like a humans tailbone and not visible serves no function (though some cat girls claim they have mounted them).
Lastly are the Vorkan spinal plates. Assumed at one time to serve as a skeletal armor, serve no additional protection. However, though normally not visible when a Vorkan becomes aroused they are pressed together then rise giving their spine and tailbone a rather exaggerated bumpy ridge. Like the tips of two hands fingers coming together then pressing up over each vertebrae, it has also been claimed by catgirls that "riding the ridge" is an experience all its own.
Nervous System:
Though it assumed that Vorka's nervous system is somewhat deadened, in truth it is exactly the opposite. The assumption arises from there stoic training, yet in truth Vorka feel pain 4x more then say Human, yet also pleasure. This results in the expressiveness shown below, and gave rise to the saying, "Wound a Vorka will he not smile, make a Vorka cum will he not weep". Though possibly a source of great joy and agony, what it clearly lends to is control of their great muscles. A surgeon’s dexterity, a gentle lovers touch, yet also the potential for a crushing blow. Their great sensitivity due to their systems nature.
Half Breeds:
None. The genetic strain so virulent, there can be no compromise so no conception out of the race.
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Origins:
In Millennia past when Orc and Goblin invaders of the Second Continent swept over the Third, as one might expect they/Orc left behind traces of their genetic seed in the form of children. Most races unable to bear the mixed blood young due to their fragility, those however of Troll, Wolven, Barbarian & other more hearty races could in some cases endure.
As one might suspect however, these children sired by invaders were typically shunned. Newborns either put to death or bearing women exiled, over the centuries eventually as these women and their offspring gathered for communal survival, eventually a community, then culture began to develop.
As it soon became clear that Vorka born individuals could only successfully breed with other Vorka, the community of outcasts soon became close knit and developed independently from outside influence. In time new arrivals became more rare as Orc genetics no longer allowed for impregnation of other races, so the race of Vorka became genetically pure with no ability to breed with other races thus not allowing thinning of or adding to the already existing genetic strains. Hence, Vorka was established as its own race though no doubt the youngest of all the races.
Mindset/Society:
Due to the non-Vorka founders of the culture, Vorka themselves products of rape, had no love for their distant Orc ancestors. In fact, if there is one other race they loathe above all others as a whole it would be Orc, then Goblin. In kind due to the founding women of mixed race, gender equality unlike in most other societies is the absolute norm. This is reinforced by the physical stature of females as well and their ability to defend themselves. In kind inability to breed with other races forced the point further.
The society as a whole due to initial needs to defend from those wishing genocide upon it, quickly became "battle based" to defend their community & homeland. However, due to the feminine influence "warrior" would not be the way, embracing "knight" skill, order and mindsets over the individuality of warrior based races. The ways of the Knight in kind most likely embraced due to the wild uncontrolled nature of Orc wishing to contrast who would at best be Warrior.
As their "militaristic" though matriarchal society developed, naturally due to their inability to integrate with other races the entire gambit of mindsets from good to bad developed within the society. It would not be uncommon to see brothers one extremely good and the other extremely bad sired. So a FULL independent and rich society developed with all the plusses and minuses of the outside world.
Vorka however are a militaristic based culture. Virtually all serving time and learning "knight" type skills, even magical based (though rare) classes combat focussed. Yet high honor was always the norm be it for good or evil. Additionally as said, due to their origins and now location, Vorka tended to enlist when outside of their realm in Imperial forces guarding the borders from the second continent. Most notably the 2nd Continental Army, 4th, 7th, 8th & 13th legions within almost exclusively Vorka.
Militaristic Culture:
In no other culture upon Belariath does such a rigid militaristic culture exist. From the earliest years on the children are raised with absolute discipline be they male or female. Absolute obedience demanded, as well as focus upon studies and training. Where play among youth is common elsewhere, Vorka children would instead be sparring, practicing with weapons, learning hand to hand combat.
Though seeming harsh, in truth most Vorka children will see adulthood in contrast to other cultures where the society is as hard or even harder upon the youth as the adults. To most however the interaction would seem cold. Wherein say a High Human child might receive a hug and a “well done” from adults, a Vorka child could only expect an expressionless stare, yet held, to then have the adult turn and move away. Things are not always how they seem however, as to the Vorka child the long stare would mean pride, and the turning away without issuing a correction or order to continue meaning they had nothing further to offer toward the task, so a mark of accomplishment.
In time, a Vorka child would build not so much friendships so little of themselves shared, yet strong bonds of trust and faith with other peers. On their own eventually forming groups of roughly 9, each would find their place within that group as to intelligence, skills, strength and ability, yet in the end the bond and trust so great between all, they would have formed on their own a unit. A unit that very likely they would keep with till their dying day.
Over time units would bond with others normally 4 total. A while longer and these larger groups with four others and so on, and eventually make up a legion. Yet due to the gradual finding of ones place, then as merged with others it of little effort due to the natural order or ranking to find those most similar to, so these legions would be formed all knowing their place, and welcoming it. Trust and faith in ones legion and all within it would be sure and founded, so in the end yielding a cohesive group that fought well together making a formidable force all their own.
Unlike warriors, or even knights of different cultures, no other race quite would work so well together as a group in combat. No yelling, charging of individuals or threats made, yet well organized lines of those knowing exactly what to do, that they were covered, like a moving mountain much like the one they hailed from.
Rank & Class System Relating to Self and Others:
The Vorka internally have a single class, that being all are equal regardless of intelligence, strength, authority, responsibility or gender. No Vorka can ever be a slave to another Vorka, and most likely NEVER to another race. They may serve another race humbly with honor, yet never as a slave. All are considered equal as all have value, those very intelligent lacking physical strength, those lacking intelligence having physical strength. There is no sense of social or rank climbing, one simply fits where they do best and is equally valued as all others. In this way, the very best qualities of the individual can be expressed and embraced by their peers. So though one may be a general, they are no more valued then a private.
Toward others however, Vorka believe themselves infinitely superior. Superior strength, intelligence, will, training, etc.. All other races in their mind the previous mistakes by Ohnay finally worked out and made perfect in Vorka. Though courteous, Vorka always believe they are better any courtesy simply a result of generosity toward lesser beings. Vorka have no qualms about enslaving other races or even simply using them for sexual relief.
Religion:
ALL Vorka are deeply religious. This however does not mean they walk about praying if ever. Yet all are raised with the teaching of "Ohnay". Unlike most other races, Vorka have but one God. The absolute and sole creator, also destroyer if Ohnay so chooses, is non-gender specific, in fact formless considered some mystical energy or will/force of a perfect mind. Never referred to as he/she/it/god, Ohnay is always the name and sole term used.
Believed to have inspired the Orc toward their spreading of their seed, Vorka believe this was Ohnay's final plan at creating the perfect race. Though prayed to and feared at offending, Ohnay is not believed to often either aid with a helping hand or wrath though clearly can do either easily. Ohnay for the most part is believed to have granted the founders of Vorka with certain codes and mindsets, those having been passed down henceforth allowing the Vorka to go about their lives though in extreme cases may aid or punish though rarely.
Vorka like all races have their religious ceremonies, most tailored to giving thanks to Ohnay, asking for help and protection, support to help an individual remain strong, lastly in thanks for the afterlife to come. It is that final aspect however which is debated. Some Vorka believing that upon passing one will become part of Ohnay, others in reincarnation, still others simply venture their own assumptions. What is known is that there is no paradise of worldly things waiting, that once passing on, what is to come is so far beyond Belaraithan comprehension that no one knows for sure.
Lastly, Vorka believe all other races in one way or another pray to Ohnay. Whether they fracture Ohnay’s traits up into many Gods and Goddesses, apply Ohnay’s creations to many others, show Ohnay as good or evil, in the end, it is still Ohnay. To that end, Vorka have no qualms about attending other races or religions ceremonies, even joining in with their customs and ways of paying homage. As in the end, it is only “lesser races” ways of trying to relate to Ohnay.
Fashion:
When on Vorkana, dress is always very formal and regimented. Vorka believe in the “order of clothing”, yet being militaristic based, tend to wear “dress armor” or uniforms that cover them from toe to chin. Even Mages tend to wear robes over armor though it is less functional. When trying to look attractive to attract another, quite often male Vorka will outline their eyes in black to match their lips, and females will use various cosmetics to accentuate theirs. Lastly, an elaborate and ornate piece of jewelry given to all Vorka coming of age will be worn. As though an external spine of raised plates and vertebrae, runs from the base of their skull to their tailbone matching their own.
Away from Vorkana however it will depend upon their mood, some even walking about completely nude, the logic being “such perfection among the imperfect is enough”.
Expressiveness:
As said, the Vorka are very sensitive to pleasure and pain. However, from their rigid militaristic training expressiveness is looked down upon. Stoic, a Vorka will go to great lengths to show no pain. Those lengths taking them to an opposite extreme. Normally expressionless, all emotions hidden only shown in word or deed, if in great pain will often smirk, greater still smile, and when reaching their limit laugh. In contrast however with pleasure, their expressions may run the gambit from a pout, to sad, to distraught and in great pain as they struggle to remain expressionless.
Sex with a Vorka their systems so sensitive is likely to bring about a vast gambit of negative expressions. Quite often other races ceasing their attentions concerned, yet when disappointed or angry the passion lost, simply returning to their expressionless selves. Lastly, there is one facial expression common among all Vorka well known to most, the “Vorkan Sneer”. The corner of one side of the mouth raised to show their incisors, the other held tight, is meant to express their disgust with other races, and condescending arrogance toward those not Vorka.
Language:
Vorka speak Vorkanii. However, to other races it is known as “Common or the Crowns Tongue”. Vorka believe they are the originators of this language the founding mothers of mixed races needing a common form of communication. From that evolved Vorkanii. Their belief being the rest of the Third Continent utilizing their ingenious form of language. Additionally restraint being paramount to Vorka, they never curse or use slang, never shout, nor use overly flamboyant words/terms.
Misc.:
Are ALWAYS meticulously clean.
Are ALWAYS very physical
Always consider genders balanced, neither mat/patriarchal.
Tend to rank higher as to intelligence having developed their own independent society and culture.
Tend to be aggressive and outgoing, none known to be weak minded nor shy. Temperament varies from extremely tolerant to extremely intolerant of others.
ALWAYS consider other races "less then" in all ways. Physically, mentally, societal considering themselves pure & exceptional, other races blends, so having both the good and bad of each line within them.
Use magic yet is not embraced though valued for its uses.
Has very strong religious beliefs.
Classes:
Knight, Cleric, Mage (there being no non combat based classes as all are trained in the arts, other abilities be it farming or whatever secondary)....Advanced, Paladin, Warrior Mage, Monk, Warlord, Priest/Priestess.
Society Geographic Location:
In contrast to most the community gathered upon a large mountain S.W. of Nanthlion, Vorkana, roughly 700 miles. The base large and the very peak snowcapped 365. Lower elevation temperatures ranging from 45F.-90F. Lush with varied foliage dependant upon elevation. The community expanded over the massive lone mountain yet never past its base.
Name: Vorka....
A Vorkan Axe, Vorkanii Language, Vorkanai Traditions, Vorkana, the home mountain, etc..
Physical Race Description:
General Physical Form:
Absolutely humanoid. Though skin tones, teeth, some bone mass and ears betray the lineage, would ALWAYS appear to be generally oversized well built humans.
Adult Height:
Male Avg. 6'6" to 7'0" with exceptions from 6'0" to 7'3" known.......Female Avg. 6'0" to 6'8", with exceptions from 5'9" to 7'0".
Adult Weight:
Males 4.5-4.75#/inch of height ex. 6'8"/80"=360#@4.5, Females 3.75-4#/inch (6'8"/80"=300#@3.75). Females and males similar in muscle density and A typical muscular physique translating to more weight/inch then racial average.
Physique:
All Vorka having little body fat tend to be made up of dense lean muscle. Musculature is always exaggerated over most races lending itself to "ripped" physiques, never lean/thin, nor fat. (think body builders though that the untrained state). Genital size (since so commonly asked) would be proportional this also translating to females tending to have oversized clitoris and thicker labia.
Ears:
All Vorka have pointed ears, the length/height of that peak as well as lobe length varies from very minimal to large. Size having nothing to do with size of the individual, yet has been assumed to be linked to either physical ability vs. intelligence (short compact ears stronger, longer more exaggerated smarter).
Eyes:
Color variations in eyes range from "dark" greens, browns, to black no others.
Hair:
"Natural" hair color ranges from darker shades of red/brown (more auburn) browns and blacks and is thicker in texture. It also tends to have a glossy or "greasy" appearance though is not. Facial and body hair as diverse as humans yet no more.
Skin Tones:
Vorka skin tones ALWAYS lean to moderate more olive hues. Some pale olives, to browns then verging on faded black. Never Caucasian, oriental, nor coal black in extremes. Always a greenish/olive cast to it. Sun exposure varies from no effect, to dark mottling yet never grants an all over tan or darkening.
Nails:
Always dark in tone to even black. Thicker then human nails significantly, are in no means claws however though are rigid enough to be used as weapons if sharpened as such (however, no "sharpen claw" or similar spell may be cast upon them just shy of their use). However, such sharpened nails are rare as it is considered "unkempt"
Teeth & Mouth:
Vorka unlike purely human counterparts Canine have been eluded to as short fangs. However, though conical are neither long nor sharp enough to be effectively used as weapons. Lips however are specific to gender. Females lips tend to run more pale to reddish brown often contrasting yet complimenting skin tone, males are almost exclusively dark brown to black. Lastly, Vorka tongues tend to run from blues to black, hence combating races claims of fighting "blue tongued devils".
Bone Structure:
Though clearly larger proportionally have some unique traits NOT always visible. The first would be the "Vorkan Crown". A ring of dense bone running around the brow at a slight up angle to the crown of the head. Though in ancient generations it may have been visible and actually functional, now it is neither as it's mass reduced and musculature filled in any defining ridges.
Next, Vorka have what would be the most minimal remnants of a tail. In the largest examples extending no more than an inch, least like a humans tailbone and not visible serves no function (though some cat girls claim they have mounted them).
Lastly are the Vorkan spinal plates. Assumed at one time to serve as a skeletal armor, serve no additional protection. However, though normally not visible when a Vorkan becomes aroused they are pressed together then rise giving their spine and tailbone a rather exaggerated bumpy ridge. Like the tips of two hands fingers coming together then pressing up over each vertebrae, it has also been claimed by catgirls that "riding the ridge" is an experience all its own.
Nervous System:
Though it assumed that Vorka's nervous system is somewhat deadened, in truth it is exactly the opposite. The assumption arises from there stoic training, yet in truth Vorka feel pain 4x more then say Human, yet also pleasure. This results in the expressiveness shown below, and gave rise to the saying, "Wound a Vorka will he not smile, make a Vorka cum will he not weep". Though possibly a source of great joy and agony, what it clearly lends to is control of their great muscles. A surgeon’s dexterity, a gentle lovers touch, yet also the potential for a crushing blow. Their great sensitivity due to their systems nature.
Half Breeds:
None. The genetic strain so virulent, there can be no compromise so no conception out of the race.
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Origins:
In Millennia past when Orc and Goblin invaders of the Second Continent swept over the Third, as one might expect they/Orc left behind traces of their genetic seed in the form of children. Most races unable to bear the mixed blood young due to their fragility, those however of Troll, Wolven, Barbarian & other more hearty races could in some cases endure.
As one might suspect however, these children sired by invaders were typically shunned. Newborns either put to death or bearing women exiled, over the centuries eventually as these women and their offspring gathered for communal survival, eventually a community, then culture began to develop.
As it soon became clear that Vorka born individuals could only successfully breed with other Vorka, the community of outcasts soon became close knit and developed independently from outside influence. In time new arrivals became more rare as Orc genetics no longer allowed for impregnation of other races, so the race of Vorka became genetically pure with no ability to breed with other races thus not allowing thinning of or adding to the already existing genetic strains. Hence, Vorka was established as its own race though no doubt the youngest of all the races.
Mindset/Society:
Due to the non-Vorka founders of the culture, Vorka themselves products of rape, had no love for their distant Orc ancestors. In fact, if there is one other race they loathe above all others as a whole it would be Orc, then Goblin. In kind due to the founding women of mixed race, gender equality unlike in most other societies is the absolute norm. This is reinforced by the physical stature of females as well and their ability to defend themselves. In kind inability to breed with other races forced the point further.
The society as a whole due to initial needs to defend from those wishing genocide upon it, quickly became "battle based" to defend their community & homeland. However, due to the feminine influence "warrior" would not be the way, embracing "knight" skill, order and mindsets over the individuality of warrior based races. The ways of the Knight in kind most likely embraced due to the wild uncontrolled nature of Orc wishing to contrast who would at best be Warrior.
As their "militaristic" though matriarchal society developed, naturally due to their inability to integrate with other races the entire gambit of mindsets from good to bad developed within the society. It would not be uncommon to see brothers one extremely good and the other extremely bad sired. So a FULL independent and rich society developed with all the plusses and minuses of the outside world.
Vorka however are a militaristic based culture. Virtually all serving time and learning "knight" type skills, even magical based (though rare) classes combat focussed. Yet high honor was always the norm be it for good or evil. Additionally as said, due to their origins and now location, Vorka tended to enlist when outside of their realm in Imperial forces guarding the borders from the second continent. Most notably the 2nd Continental Army, 4th, 7th, 8th & 13th legions within almost exclusively Vorka.
Militaristic Culture:
In no other culture upon Belariath does such a rigid militaristic culture exist. From the earliest years on the children are raised with absolute discipline be they male or female. Absolute obedience demanded, as well as focus upon studies and training. Where play among youth is common elsewhere, Vorka children would instead be sparring, practicing with weapons, learning hand to hand combat.
Though seeming harsh, in truth most Vorka children will see adulthood in contrast to other cultures where the society is as hard or even harder upon the youth as the adults. To most however the interaction would seem cold. Wherein say a High Human child might receive a hug and a “well done” from adults, a Vorka child could only expect an expressionless stare, yet held, to then have the adult turn and move away. Things are not always how they seem however, as to the Vorka child the long stare would mean pride, and the turning away without issuing a correction or order to continue meaning they had nothing further to offer toward the task, so a mark of accomplishment.
In time, a Vorka child would build not so much friendships so little of themselves shared, yet strong bonds of trust and faith with other peers. On their own eventually forming groups of roughly 9, each would find their place within that group as to intelligence, skills, strength and ability, yet in the end the bond and trust so great between all, they would have formed on their own a unit. A unit that very likely they would keep with till their dying day.
Over time units would bond with others normally 4 total. A while longer and these larger groups with four others and so on, and eventually make up a legion. Yet due to the gradual finding of ones place, then as merged with others it of little effort due to the natural order or ranking to find those most similar to, so these legions would be formed all knowing their place, and welcoming it. Trust and faith in ones legion and all within it would be sure and founded, so in the end yielding a cohesive group that fought well together making a formidable force all their own.
Unlike warriors, or even knights of different cultures, no other race quite would work so well together as a group in combat. No yelling, charging of individuals or threats made, yet well organized lines of those knowing exactly what to do, that they were covered, like a moving mountain much like the one they hailed from.
Rank & Class System Relating to Self and Others:
The Vorka internally have a single class, that being all are equal regardless of intelligence, strength, authority, responsibility or gender. No Vorka can ever be a slave to another Vorka, and most likely NEVER to another race. They may serve another race humbly with honor, yet never as a slave. All are considered equal as all have value, those very intelligent lacking physical strength, those lacking intelligence having physical strength. There is no sense of social or rank climbing, one simply fits where they do best and is equally valued as all others. In this way, the very best qualities of the individual can be expressed and embraced by their peers. So though one may be a general, they are no more valued then a private.
Toward others however, Vorka believe themselves infinitely superior. Superior strength, intelligence, will, training, etc.. All other races in their mind the previous mistakes by Ohnay finally worked out and made perfect in Vorka. Though courteous, Vorka always believe they are better any courtesy simply a result of generosity toward lesser beings. Vorka have no qualms about enslaving other races or even simply using them for sexual relief.
Religion:
ALL Vorka are deeply religious. This however does not mean they walk about praying if ever. Yet all are raised with the teaching of "Ohnay". Unlike most other races, Vorka have but one God. The absolute and sole creator, also destroyer if Ohnay so chooses, is non-gender specific, in fact formless considered some mystical energy or will/force of a perfect mind. Never referred to as he/she/it/god, Ohnay is always the name and sole term used.
Believed to have inspired the Orc toward their spreading of their seed, Vorka believe this was Ohnay's final plan at creating the perfect race. Though prayed to and feared at offending, Ohnay is not believed to often either aid with a helping hand or wrath though clearly can do either easily. Ohnay for the most part is believed to have granted the founders of Vorka with certain codes and mindsets, those having been passed down henceforth allowing the Vorka to go about their lives though in extreme cases may aid or punish though rarely.
Vorka like all races have their religious ceremonies, most tailored to giving thanks to Ohnay, asking for help and protection, support to help an individual remain strong, lastly in thanks for the afterlife to come. It is that final aspect however which is debated. Some Vorka believing that upon passing one will become part of Ohnay, others in reincarnation, still others simply venture their own assumptions. What is known is that there is no paradise of worldly things waiting, that once passing on, what is to come is so far beyond Belaraithan comprehension that no one knows for sure.
Lastly, Vorka believe all other races in one way or another pray to Ohnay. Whether they fracture Ohnay’s traits up into many Gods and Goddesses, apply Ohnay’s creations to many others, show Ohnay as good or evil, in the end, it is still Ohnay. To that end, Vorka have no qualms about attending other races or religions ceremonies, even joining in with their customs and ways of paying homage. As in the end, it is only “lesser races” ways of trying to relate to Ohnay.
Fashion:
When on Vorkana, dress is always very formal and regimented. Vorka believe in the “order of clothing”, yet being militaristic based, tend to wear “dress armor” or uniforms that cover them from toe to chin. Even Mages tend to wear robes over armor though it is less functional. When trying to look attractive to attract another, quite often male Vorka will outline their eyes in black to match their lips, and females will use various cosmetics to accentuate theirs. Lastly, an elaborate and ornate piece of jewelry given to all Vorka coming of age will be worn. As though an external spine of raised plates and vertebrae, runs from the base of their skull to their tailbone matching their own.
Away from Vorkana however it will depend upon their mood, some even walking about completely nude, the logic being “such perfection among the imperfect is enough”.
Expressiveness:
As said, the Vorka are very sensitive to pleasure and pain. However, from their rigid militaristic training expressiveness is looked down upon. Stoic, a Vorka will go to great lengths to show no pain. Those lengths taking them to an opposite extreme. Normally expressionless, all emotions hidden only shown in word or deed, if in great pain will often smirk, greater still smile, and when reaching their limit laugh. In contrast however with pleasure, their expressions may run the gambit from a pout, to sad, to distraught and in great pain as they struggle to remain expressionless.
Sex with a Vorka their systems so sensitive is likely to bring about a vast gambit of negative expressions. Quite often other races ceasing their attentions concerned, yet when disappointed or angry the passion lost, simply returning to their expressionless selves. Lastly, there is one facial expression common among all Vorka well known to most, the “Vorkan Sneer”. The corner of one side of the mouth raised to show their incisors, the other held tight, is meant to express their disgust with other races, and condescending arrogance toward those not Vorka.
Language:
Vorka speak Vorkanii. However, to other races it is known as “Common or the Crowns Tongue”. Vorka believe they are the originators of this language the founding mothers of mixed races needing a common form of communication. From that evolved Vorkanii. Their belief being the rest of the Third Continent utilizing their ingenious form of language. Additionally restraint being paramount to Vorka, they never curse or use slang, never shout, nor use overly flamboyant words/terms.
Misc.:
Are ALWAYS meticulously clean.
Are ALWAYS very physical
Always consider genders balanced, neither mat/patriarchal.
Tend to rank higher as to intelligence having developed their own independent society and culture.
Tend to be aggressive and outgoing, none known to be weak minded nor shy. Temperament varies from extremely tolerant to extremely intolerant of others.
ALWAYS consider other races "less then" in all ways. Physically, mentally, societal considering themselves pure & exceptional, other races blends, so having both the good and bad of each line within them.
Use magic yet is not embraced though valued for its uses.
Has very strong religious beliefs.
Classes:
Knight, Cleric, Mage (there being no non combat based classes as all are trained in the arts, other abilities be it farming or whatever secondary)....Advanced, Paladin, Warrior Mage, Monk, Warlord, Priest/Priestess.
Society Geographic Location:
In contrast to most the community gathered upon a large mountain S.W. of Nanthlion, Vorkana, roughly 700 miles. The base large and the very peak snowcapped 365. Lower elevation temperatures ranging from 45F.-90F. Lush with varied foliage dependant upon elevation. The community expanded over the massive lone mountain yet never past its base.
"Call me savage, and you're only telling me how much you have forgotten of the natural world, and the nature of minds."
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Re: Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Ryke Masha on Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:44 pm
Hey just wanted to give you something I found out since this is a book. Amazon has a free publishing thing for kindles and if you edit this book a bit to make it to where it doesnt refer to belariath then you can go upload and publish it. Read part of this and I am liking it so far ^_^ https://kdp.amazon.com/self-publishing/signin thats the link to sigh up and what not but would to be able to get this on my kindle and read more when I have time. But keep up the great work
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Re: Of Truth and Legend.....Stories of Hammer, Kaytoo 13
by Tehya on Mon Aug 19, 2013 10:39 pm
I just read your story (instead of working) this afternoon, because I was so eager to read more of your work.
You should write books, I savored every word, and enjoyed it. It was nice to see Kaytoo in action too, I could picture that fight in my mind.
You should write books, I savored every word, and enjoyed it. It was nice to see Kaytoo in action too, I could picture that fight in my mind.
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