Sex Cult Discovered! Orgy Interrupted!
The headline screamed the words across the front page of the Morning Wood, right above an etching of a rather startled Countess Vargaras being hauled away from her palace in irons.
The portraits of several other minor nobles apprehended by the Silver Griffons were scattered throughout the article.
Lacy admired it from the other side of Karl’s desk as the dwarf read through, shaking his head.
The other papers in New Larrin had a similar story on the frontpage, but none had the salacious details that Ava included in her article.
She had written lurid descriptions of the sex acts being performed, among other things.
"The elf was seen to vigorously thrust her tongue between luscious lumps of the witch’s backside until the woman reached the pulsating peak of pleasure.
Her orgasm was explosive and showered the lusty onlookers in a fizzing dew of magical energy. The witch’s cries of pleasure interrupted the ritual magic and may have saved more than just the would-be sacrifice."
Karl Krass lowered the paper, grinning at her from around his cigar. "Glorious. The public’ll eat this up and ask for seconds!"
"You always told me to write the truth," said Ava, taking her copy and tucking it under her arm. "Besides, I heard from Otto that the paper has already sold out at several newsstands. You might have to print another edition today."
"Ha! I’d be surprised if we just had to print three!" Krass said, removing his cigar and tapping the ashes onto the tray.
"Yeah," Ava sighed. "But it wasn’t an entire success. A bunch of the nobility managed to avoid arrest by playing the victim and agreeing to testify against the cult. Ludmilla escaped entirely."
"But every other member of the cult’s been charged with forbidden rituals, kidnapping, and potentially murder if several other disappearances were linked to the rituals. Of course, you’re not going to win a Truthseeker’s Prize for this smut, Ava. Too many well connected people got caught up in this. Ha! They’re already spending a fortune on damage control."
Ava sighed. "I guess so." She straightened, pinching her lips together with purpose. "But I don’t regret it! The truth must be told."
Karl eyed her across the desk. He smiled gently and patted her hand. "Yeah, and you did. You did good. But you’re looking pretty beat, Ava. Head home. Get a bit of sleep. You’ve earned it."
Ava sagged in her seat. "Thanks, Karl."
"Right. Hr hrm. But I want you back this afternoon for that evening edition!" grumbled Krass. "Get some better quotes from the Griffons. And see if Lady Primwood will talk to you. She’ll probably want to launder her reputation as much as she can after this. Nobles will sell each other down the river in a heartbeat if it’ll help them."
"Will do!" Ava said as she got up. "And thanks, Mister Krass."
"Yeah, well... hr hrm... whatever," Karl grumbled, pulling up another paper and burying his face in it.
Ava left the office and the building in high spirits, but Krass was right. She did need some rest.
A taxi carriage took her home and she stepped out just as it began to rain. "Aw," she moaned as she held her prize paper over her head.
An umbrella suddenly snapped open above her, and a hulking figure stepped out of the nearby shadows and greeted her with a tusky grin.
"Akhil!" cried Ava. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard you got me out of the hangman’s noose. Seems the least I could do," the orc said, his voice a low rumble. He offered Ava his arm and she took his bulging bicep as he escorted her to her building’s entrance. "Once Lady Primwood found out I’d put you on her path, she gave me a huge bonus. I guess she owes you her life, although she’ll never admit it. But she knows."
"Just doing my job," said Ava. "Here we are. Would you like to come up? Have a drink?"
The orc smiled down at her. "Was thinking I owed you something from your visit in the jail," he ran his hand down her back and caressed the firm swell of her rear. "Thought you might want to finish what we started."
"Ooooh," Ava giggled. "Mmm. Well, I’m a bit tired, Akhil. You don’t mind doing most of the work, do you?"
His smile broke into a wide grin. "It would be my pleasure, Ava," he said and swept her into his powerful arms.
Ava gasped, giggled as they kissed. Akhil chuckled as he fairly carried her up the stairs, backing into the wall and nearly knocking over an old woman carrying out her trash.
Ava moaned an apology before Akhil smothered her lips with another kiss.
He slammed her back against the door to her unit and she fumbled with her keys. She managed to get it in the lock and was pressed through the door of her apartment butt-first.
As they entered, Akhil grabbed her ass and picked her up.
She wrapped her long legs around his hips as he carried her with his big hands supporting her ass.
They made it to Ava’s sofa and he toppled her onto the cushions, then stepped over the couch and to the other side.
Ava giggled with delight as the big orc tugged open her blouse with a ping of a popped button. His rough hands were on her creamy mounds in an instant.
Again their lips met, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. His kiss was forceful. Dominating.
He shaped her breasts with both hands and tweaked her pink nipples to full stiffness. His hands and kiss left Ava panting.
The orc moved lower, kissing and licking her breasts. Sucking one mound into his mouth and letting his tusks rub against her nipples.
His hand yanked open her trousers and Ava kicked them off her legs as she cradled the orc’s big head against her chest.
"Ohhhhh, Akhil," she cried. "You’re a tease! My tits will be here whenever you want, but I need that big orc cock right now!"
The orc chuckled. "Are elves always so impatient for orc dick?"
"Mmm... Well, I don’t know about most elves, but my aunt often talked about mating with a particular orc chief named Thra-aaaah!"
Ava’s gasp came as Akhil, growing bored of conversation, grabbed her panties and yanked them off, revealing the damp gusset of her pussy.
The orc breathed hotly, reaching down, palming the heat of her cunny, his rough palm pressing into her, making her groan and hips rise to meet that wonderful pressure.
"Elves talk too much," the orc mused. "You should be more like orcs. We just get to the good stuff."
"Y-you think so?" Ava panted. "Everyone says they love my voice."
"Oh, I do too," Akhil said as he gripped his pants and pulled them down, revealing the thick, vaguely corkscrewed shape of his throbbing cock. "But I much prefer hearing you scream."
"Oooh, that’s such an orc thing to say!" Ava giggled, even as she pushed her lower body forward, into the grasp of the orc.
Akhil looked down at the panting, blushing elven maiden, her body ripe for the fucking, her cheeks blossoming with red and eyes shy but needy as his green hands squeezed her soft hips.
Only in New Larrin.
Without any further hesitation, the orc thrust forward, spearing the elven beauty on his rough cock.
Ava gasped, moaned, arching beneath him as his shaft filled her.
"Oooooh!" she groaned. "Soooo biiiiig!"
"That’s what I like to hear," Akhil chuckled, his voice rough as gravel with lust as he began to thrust into her velvety pussy, relishing the way her inner walls tightened and massaged his cock with every greedy thrust.
He groaned, letting his head tilt back, increasing his pace, letting loose his savage instinct to fuck this willing slut.
He could have been happily hung after fucking the elf in his cell, but he was free, and he intended to show Ava his gratitude.
Ava groaned, riding his shaft, panting, moaning, fucked into the couch until its legs squeaked along the floor.
Her breasts bounced atop her chest as she was brutally mated, taken by the orc’s rough hands and thick, virile cock.
"Yes! Yesss! Oh fuck... Fuck! Akhil! Yes! So good. So fucking gooooood!"
"Sluts always remember orc cock," Akhil laughed.
"Yessss!" Ava cried, clutching the cushions of the couch for traction as she was filled. "Fuck yesss! Gimme your cock! Give me your cum! Fuck me Akhil. Fuck my elf pussy! Cum in me! Please! Please! I need your c-cuuuuuum!"
The sight and feel of the elf’s body wrapped around his cock, helpless in his hands, willing, eager to feel the thickness of his cock drove Akhil further.
He didn’t want to cum so soon, but her body was leaving him no choice. She was just too good! Too soft! Too easy and willing and wanting to take his cock.
"Fuck... Fuck... Fuuuuuuck!" Akhil groaned, hilting in Ava, his grip bruising on the elf’s pale hips as he reached his peak.
He came with a thunderous pleasure, groaning as he pumped Ava’s tight pussy full of his virile seed.
Ava moaned, joining him in orgasm, pushed past the brink by the pleasure of his peak.
Akhil grunted, panting with the exertion of his orgasm. He slowly pulled out of the elf, who moaned happily.
Akhil chuckled as he fell into the seat beside her, making the elf bounce. "Fuck," he grunted. "That was gooood."
"Mmm. So glad you liked it," Ava giggled as she rolled off the couch and onto the floor. She laid her head on his leg, giving him a deep, soulful puppy dog eyes. "Got any more for me?"
Akhil laughed. "You’re a greedy one."
"Is that a no?" Ava said, pouting a little.
"Didn’t say that," Akhil said as he grabbed her head, roughly pushing her against his cock and heavy, musky balls. "But you’ll have to get me ready."
"Ooooh, gladly!" the elf said as she leaned in, inhaling the heady scent of the orc’s manhood.
Ava had heard orc musk could enslave human women and turn them into obedient breeding bitches.
She’d always wondered if it was true, or if those lovely women just decided being bred by thick, muscular orcs was better than whatever waited them at home.
Hmmm. Maybe her next story for the Morning Wood was already coming to her.
Ava hummed as she began to tenderly kiss the orc’s fat bollocks, stroking his cock with her fingers and long lathes of her tongue, her smoky eyes watching the orc groan and enjoy her eager ministrations. She giggled in delight.
A reporter’s work was never done...
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