Tribal Indagation Part 2: Conclusions

By Sisco Polaris

Happy #Orctober once more everyone! Tribal Indagation is a gay Orc erotica story set in a medieval fantasy world where tribes of orcs are visiting human settlements on the border of the human kingdom. In part 2, Sir Reighly continues his Indagation (investigation) into the orc tribe he has met. He is growing increasingly more enamored of the greenskinned men driving him to new and more lustful acts, as he begins to realise just how much he wants to be with his orc lover Da'as.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sisco Polaris
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005119942

Sisco Polaris

Hello and thanks for checking out my Smashwords account. My name is Sisco Polaris. I am a writer who specialises in furry erotica, mostly gay. I have been writing furry erotica for the last fourteen years. I take time to develop characters, invest in the story and prefer to let the erotic elements happen when they feel natural. I write stories with erotic elements, not sex scenes with a vague frame of a story to excuse it.I am currently working on an Anthology of stories with another furry author and an artist. I have had a story accepted for the Sofawolf Press issue of Hot Dish 2 and several Thurston Howl anthologies, including Seven Deadly sins, Breeds wolves and Breeds Foxes. I have also had my novel, The Stable Boy accepted and published by Thurston Howl Publishing. I have published my own novel Dyeing to be with you and an anthology of Orc erotica. I plan to continue to work on novels, in between producing as many short stories as I can.

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Tribal Indagation

Part 2: Conclusions

By

Sisco Polaris

Copyright 2021 Sisco Polaris All rights reserved.

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Table of Contents

Foreword

Cultural Observations

Research Expedition

Conclusions

Foreword

Please remember an orc is for life not just for Orctober.

My love for these big green (and other coloured) lugs has only grown over the last year. I had a wonderful time writing the second half of this story series for my patrons on Patreon and am thrilled to bring it out in ebook format. More thanks to @pure_command who again has lent his artistic talents to this anthology. As with my other works there are scenes in this series that are deeply graphically sexual and this work is not suitable for those under eighteen in most countries, or potentially older in some countries. One last special thanks to my patrons who keep me writing, you guys rock.

Cultural Observations

It was only my second night with Da’as and yet I had never felt as comfortable before. Sleeping on a pile of furs, between two orcs. I slumbered more blissfully than I had ever done in my own home with a thick goose down mattress and pillows. There was no need for the warmth of my blankets, nor a fire burning in the hearth. Three warm bodies pressed close, gently moving with our breathing. Blue and green hands holding me, even the thunderstorm of Da’as’ snoring did not rouse me from the blissful arms of the god of sleep.

As I slept, I dreamt. What man doesn’t dream? Tis the one true equal between nobles such as myself and men of lesser birth. In the darkness of the night, we find ourselves lost in our own minds. Seeing and living through wonders and horrors alike. Given the last two days, it was no surprise that my mind dreamt of Da’as.

We sat upon my lawn, many leagues away in my own estate. My servants brought us breakfast, treating Da’as with the respect and deference they would show to any noble guest. Only as we sipped tea I saw a glint in Da’as’ eye and suddenly his cup fell and he swept the table aside. The sounds of crashing crockery filled my ears. Orc lips were pressed to mine, my servants squealed in horror. Yet I cared not, I returned the kiss, as he crashed into me.

Our bodies landed on the lawn with a thump. His mighty hands grabbed at me, my fine silken shirts were torn from my body. My chest still bruised and battered from the fight with Asta’ar. Da’as kissed my wounded body, while his hands turned my finest breeches into scraps of cloth; nothing but dusters for my servants. I cried out, as his fingers clasped around my thickness squeezing down on it so hard I squealed up into his mouth.

Everything in my body tingled and I thrust up into his hand. Only it was no longer his hand, it was him. He was suddenly astride my chest, my thickness plunging into his depths. The pleasure surrounding my length made me cry out loudly. I bucked up into him wildly. My mind could not believe my mighty orc would submit so willingly, yet I could not stop myself. Wondrous sensations growing stronger with every passing moment, with every thrust.

Crying out I opened my eyes, to find my dream come to life. Only I lay not on the lawn of my mansion but the fur strewn floor of the orc’s tent. My orc lover was much thinner and smaller than in my dream, his skin a light shade of blue, Tani. His name came from my lips as I looked into his eyes, they twinkled with lust and mischief. I reached out for Da’as, to find an emptiness beside me. Somehow it felt wrong to do this without him, however, Tani clearly had no intention of stopping. My body was in one mind with his, I bucked up more and more.

Seeing me back to my senses the blue orc whispered something. I have no idea what his orcish words meant. However, he leant over and kissed me. His kiss was soft and tender, he submitted to my tongue and I felt so strong. My hands grasped his thighs as I started to fuck up in earnest. No longer the actions of a body lost to a confusing mixture of a dream world and the real world. Our kiss broke with the manliest of grunts I have given, as I rammed myself fully into his young and tight ass.

My hands wandered over his lithe blue form, grasping and squeezing as my thrusts made his frame shudder. His breath was sweet and he squealed softly into my ear. Tani’s moans were slightly feminine and wonderful to hear. They drove ancient instincts inside me, and I thrust harder and faster. His tightness threatened to overwhelm me quickly; the sensations and bliss from his depths running from my maleness through every fibre of my body.

Acting on pure instinct I grabbed him and rolled; he moved with my motion submitting to my will. As one we moved until he was beneath me. Some part of my mind whispered’ that’s where he belongs’ and I knew it was right. I slowed my pace, breeding his ass slow using every inch I had. Under me, he panted and whimpered, lost to the pleasure of my manhood inside him. I felt so strong at that moment like I could take on the entire tribe in combat.

With each thrust, he gave a soft moan. He whispered into my ear, orcish words and even though I didn’t know a single word of their tongue I knew he was begging. Tani wanted more, he wanted me deeper and he wanted me to take him harder. My breath was coming in deep lungfuls, my body felt like I had run for miles. I could feel beads of sweat running down my back. Grasping his hips desperately tightly, I drove myself in to the hilt, once more.

I was lost to the lust of the moment, my control overwhelmed almost completely by our shared desires. My body crashed into his, over and over. With each thrust my desires grew, I plundered his young form for all the pleasure I could take. While beneath me he cried out and I felt warm fluids spraying over my stomach. His depths became impossibly tight and yet I could not stop thrusting into them. I cried out in my own pleasure as my manhood throbbed inside him and my essence was fucked into his willing ass.

Our lips met once more as my hips slowed. My thrusts becoming long and languid as I fucked every last drop I had into his needy body. Utterly spent we lay together conjoined in the most wonderful and carnal way. I panted heavily and then, with a moan, rolled off him my cock sliding out of his used rear. The way it seemed to suck on my member as if trying to pull me back in, made me groan and shudder.

Laying on my back, panting my body coated in sweat and orc spunk, I folded my arms back under my head as a pillow. Good morning, I said more to myself than to Tani who could not understand. He said something back in orcish and lay his body over mine. His head resting on my chest. I lay there letting him embrace me and sighed with a content I had not expected.

Tani was the shaman of the tribe, Da’as had said he had come from another tribe. Apparently, Tani’s tribe did not recruit from other species. The young male had been curious and Da’as’ tribe had welcomed a shaman. Good healers were rare and even though he was only eighteen summers old, as the orcs described it, he had been trained from birth in their crafts. I wondered if the role was handed down from father to son, or if new shamans were chosen by some elder at birth. Questions that I would have to wait to speak to Da’as to get answered.

As I lay there my mind went to the days ahead. The tribe was heading away from Gern, further into the kingdom. I did not know what their route would be. Da’as had said they would visit many hamlets and farmsteads. They would meet up with friends and I guessed they might trade some more. I knew the Mayor of Gern had demanded they only trade with him, and then given them a more than miserly price. However, I guessed that away from the town the Mayor’s edicts were likely falling on somewhat deaf ears. Good materials, medicines and maybe even labours would be welcome by those who managed to scratch a living in these wildlands.

I realised I would need to return to the town to pick up supplies and my mind suddenly went to my poor steed. When I had arrived I had tied him up. My intention had been to get him some water from the orcs, but events had overtaken me. A deep pang of guilt hit my stomach and I pushed Tani off me. Grabbing my breeches I hoped as I pulled them on. Not waiting to pull my shirt, or even my shoes, on I dashed out.

The camp was abuzz with activity. Many of the orcs turned to look at the half-naked human running barefoot across their camp. Although, they did not react and I know now I am far from the first or last human to make such a run. Apparently, many a farm boy has such a reaction after their first night with the orcs. A mixture of confusion, fear, amazement, wonder and more fear overtakes them and they just need to get away. The orcs know to let them run, either they will come back and be welcomed or they won’t. Chasing never does anything but make them run faster and further.

My chest was covered with deep purple bruises, as was my back and much of my sides. Fortunately for me, Tani’s treatments still had a numbing effect or the run would have been one of extreme agony. However, even so, the dull ache made every stride a painful one.

My steed was right where I left him, with his head in a bucket of some feed or another. It was not the finest oats, but it was food and next to that was a bucket of water. I breathed heavily in relief and called out his name, Strider! His ears twitched and his head pulled up out of the bucket. I could tell by the look on his face he was none too impressed. Fortunately, the orcs had also taken his bridle and saddle off, otherwise, the poor beast would have had a bad night. In the war, I had often taken care of Strider by myself. It was shaming that I had failed him.

While I pulled on my scruffy tunic, I offered him some words of apology. He let me stroke his cheek, a good sign of forgiveness. My apologies, I should have checked on you sooner. I hope your night was comfortable. I whispered into his ear. Tis strange, but I had often found it easier to talk to my horse than my fellow man. The servants just bow and nod, agree with everything I say. Other lords, many listened but few cared what I had to say and were more waiting for their turn to speak. Strider was a good companion and I always felt he listened to me.

With a toss of his head, he confirmed he had not had a bad night. I gave his mane a rub and knew that it was not enough. I’ll get one of the stable hands in town to give you a proper grooming, I promised, had I the time I would have done so myself. However, I wanted to spend more time around the orc camp, Da’as could return soon and I knew I would be spending the night and moving out with them. The orcs walked everywhere, nobody had told me I could not ride. Yet, somehow it felt wrong to do so, I may be born far above their station, but to sit above them would create a distance I did not want. If I was to be recruited as quickly as my lord and my body wanted, I needed to show them I was willing to be one with them.

I returned to the tent to find it empty, no Tani and no Da’as. Scanning the camp I saw the young blue orc talking with some of the tribe over by the campfire. He had a bowl in his hands, no doubt some breakfast after his night with me and Da’as. Tani spied me gazing at him and gave a bow in my direction, but made no motion to move to me. A moment later Strider was saddled and I rode away into town.

Gern was bustling with activity when I rode in. It was mid-morn and every man, woman and child seemed to have some task about them. I saw to the stabling of Strider and gave instruction to the stable master. I was going away for a few days, Strider was to be groomed daily and let out into the paddock to play. The man’s eyes twinkled a little to hear I was leaving. It was not for the fees I would pay, my stallion was of the best stock a very expensive beast. With his owner elsewhere there would be an opportunity. Not of course to steal, to steal from a lord such as myself would gain the man a very slow death. However, with a mare or two in season, he could make himself some fine colts to sell.

Strider would at least not want for company,