Moonfire's Busty Curse

By Paul Lucas

The tall, fierce Orc warrior Moonfire runs afoul of a jealous shaman, who afflicts her with a most unusual curse. Her bosom grows to gigantic proportions, and begins displaying various magical properties, both good and bad. In the aftermath of a devastating battle, with a shifty human captive in tow, Moonfire seeks her revenge while dealing with many powerful new desires.

A gritty tale of dark magic and unexpected romance. Filled to the brim with compelling characters, thrilling adventure, and steamy sensuality!

Set in Ximenes, the same Fantasy World as the HOT GOBLIN GIRLS and FANTASY ENVOY series!

ADULT READERS ONLY!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Lucas
• Release date: Feb 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370580262

Paul Lucas

I grew up on the shores of Lake Erie, just a few snow drifts away from Buffalo, NY. I am a life long science fiction and fantasy fan, and avidly keep up on developments in the fields of science, technology, and ancient cultures.Currently I am a freelance writer and artist, with fifteen years of experience in the field. In 1998 I had a tabletop RPG published, and in 2005 my first novel CREATURA came out. My shorter works have seen the light of day in publications such as Strange Horizons, Afterburn, Tales of the Talisman, Fables, and others. Currently I do a lot of personal commissions and ghost writing work.

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MOONFIRE'S BUSTY CURSE

Paul Lucas

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Copyright 2017 Paul Lucas

Cover Art by Paul Lucas

ON THE COVER: Moonfire and Liam show off their favorite weapons.

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CHAPTER 1

Moonfire tried not to look too bored as the huge male Orc plowed away between her spread legs. She did her best to feign the appropriate passionate grunting and gasping. Dark Seasons! Deathripper swore over her, sweat dappling his bald emerald pate. You have the most amazing pussy!

The brawny female Orc grunted sensuously on cue, going through the motions for Deathripper's sake. His movements felt nice, she supposed, but not great. Her mind was far more occupied with the upcoming battle only a few hours away.

The conflict between the allied Orc Tribes of the eastern Stonegrip mountains and the minor human kingdom of Tharuvia had been consuming the region for months now, ever since warm weather broke in the spring. The Orc forces had pushed far south into the kingdom's fertile agricultural foothills all through the summer. But now, as autumn wore on, they faced a determined human army, bolstered by many foreign mercenaries, that had been slowly pushing them back north for weeks now.

The leaders of the Orc forces had decided to stop their retreat and make a stand, hopefully luring the pursuing human forces into an unexpected wall of resistance. The humans and their allies had built up a numerical advantage of at least two thousand men over the Orcs. But the Orcs had higher ground and their backs to a large expanse of mountainous forest, whose cover they were hoping to take advantage of. No one knew how the inevitable battle in the morning would turn out.

Deathripper had convinced Moonfire to sneak off with him for some illicit sex. He had even trotted out the overused line of possibly dying tomorrow and wanting one last dip in paradise. Feigning being half-drunk, she had slunk off with him, using a friend's tent on the remote edge of the camp for their tryst.

But like her month-old affair with Deathripper as a whole, she had been somewhat genuinely enthusiastic at first, but now wondered why she still bothered. Deathripper was a strong, fierce warrior, good with a sword and axe. But then, so was just about every other male in their army. He was big, muscular, and admittedly nice to look at. But like way too many of his peers, his knowledge of sex only covered what hole to thrust into. His expression was one of complete bewilderment when asked to do anything with his tongue.

So why did Moonfire keep troubling herself to see him?

Outside, she heard the outraged screaming, distant but getting closer, demanding to know where Deathripper was.

Oh yes, that's why, she reminded herself with a wicked smile.

Deathripper hadn't noticed the voice yet, too lost in the sensations of being cock-deep in a warm pussy. Moonfire suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, then clutched much harder at his bulging green biceps. Oh fuck yes, Deathripper! she cried, her voice suddenly much louder than before. Fuck me with that huge dick! Pound me good!

Deathripper's beetle-browed face lit up at her renewed enthusiasm. He redoubled in speed, every thrust ramming his thick bolt home. His eyes drilled into her modest jade breasts bumping up and down rhythmically. She may have never been very sizable in the chest, especially among other Orc women, but her bosom had never failed to mesmerize men just the same.

She screamed and yowled theatrically, nails raking down his back, leaving light red scratches against his thick olive-skinned muscles. In no time at all the big male grunted like a feral wildebeest, eyes clenched tight, as he spurted his seed deep into Moonfire's undulating crevice.

In the next instant, Deathripper was yanked savagely off of her by a shadowy figure. He was quickly pulled out of the small darkened tent altogether.

Moonfire smirked. Even better than she planned.

She wrapped the thin bed furs about her naked body, grabbed her sword belt, and followed.

CHAPTER 2

Outside by a small campfire, a large crowd of their fellow Orc fighters had gathered around, curious at all the commotion. Bonecracker, one of the allied clans' shamans, slugged Deathripper hard across the jaw with the thick blunted end of her wooden staff. The big male staggered back.

You worthless pile of horse dung! the older female screeched at him. She was almost as tall as Moonfire's six and a half feet, and like all Orcs possessed rich green skin, high pointed ears, and small twin tusks poking out of her lower lip. the shaman bore a cleanly-shaven head, topping a slim figure punctuated by a large bust and shapely hips. She was dressed in a heavy leather vest and knee-length sarong, with many bracelets and necklaces generously adorned with small bones. Only the thin lines radiating about her eyes betrayed that she was well into her thirties. How many times did I warn you about sleeping around with that slut? How many?

Deathripper held up his hands placatingly. Bonecracker, it wasn't...

The shaman smashed him across the jaw again. This time the male crashed to the bare dirt, barely conscious. Many of the surrounding Orcs snickered in amusement.

Moonfire, freshly emerged from the tent, crossed her arms nonchalantly. Hey, Bonecracker, it's not your pet stallion's fault he wanted a better class of mare.

Bonecracker snarled, stabbing a finger in her direction. You think you can just steal my man?

The younger woman laughed, throwing back her long dark hair. "How can he be YOUR man when his fresh seed is in MY body?"

The shaman's face purpled in rage as she launched herself at her fellow Orcess. Moonfire dodged to the side, but her opponent was quicker than she anticipated. Her rival's staff missed the first time, but caught her with a back-swinging blow to the temple. Still, it was nothing that an experienced warrior like Moonfire couldn't shrug off. She brought the pommel of her sheathed sword up hard into the shaman's gut. The magic user doubled over and stumbled back.

Moonfire was suddenly grabbed around the waist from behind and yanked away. A burly male sub-chieftain imposed himself between the two, glaring in turn at both her and Bonecracker. Save it for the smooth skins, you stupid bitches!

The women glared hellfire at each other, but when they moved to fight again the leader easily shoved them both back. This isn't over! Bonecracker snarled.

Damn right it isn't, cow! Moonfire spat back. You think I've forgotten what you did to my brother?

Who?

Oleander!

The shaman laughed. You're his sister? Is that what this is about? He was our master's favorite, but not so much after he came down with that wasting sickness, eh?

That you cursed him with!

Bonecracker cackled. I admit to nothing. But I do hear he bumbled about your village on crutches, wheezing and choking on bile, to his last day. Even more useless than before.

Moonfire moved to draw her sword, but again, the sub-chieftain stopped her. Instead, she yelled past him. "You shit-breathed, fat-titted cow!"

Bonecracker's lofty sneer faltered. Stop calling me that!

Why should I? The only reason a rabid bovine twat like you ever became a shaman was by bouncing that fat ugly chest in your master's face. My brother had actual talent, all you had were your cow tits!

When the shaman made to speak again, Moonfire just mooed loudly at her. Many in the watching crowd chuckled. Even the sub-chieftain between them cracked a reluctant smirk.

Bonecracker's face purpled in rage. That is it! She reached into the open leather fetish bag at her hip, pulling out a long thin shard of bone carved heavily with mystic symbols. "I'll give you a taste of what