Anderssen looked out the window for a moment. It was raining, and it seemed the rumbling, earth-quaking storm wouldn't let up. At least, he reasoned, he still had work to do. Anderssen was a blacksmith, a man in his mid-twenties who's skill with the forge was quite interesting. Perhaps, the nearby town of Brandenburg teased, he had Dwarven blood in him and was chosen from birth to be a Dwarven woman's future husband, per tradition. Or that he made a deal with Invada, Goddess of the Forge, to become her husband upon death. What else could explain why the local Blacksmith, all alone in his cabin outside the town walls, could be single, still? After all, he was an attractive man, about six feet tall, bulked with muscle (though not -too- excessively), with long, brown hair worn often in a ponytail, and inquisitive green eyes that were as bright as a Spring meadow. He was a bachelor, that much was clear, but he was modest about it. Romance was something he longed for, but never brazenly sought. After all, he had plenty of time, he reasoned, to find love, but never enough to work while he was still young and healthy. All that could change.
While other men of his age were busy adventuring or enlisting in frontier militias or castle town armies, Anderssen worked. He kept himself busy by smithing swords, crafting knives for cooking or combat, building bashing, mashing maces. He even worked with silver and gold, making rings for many of the young men and women of Brandenberg to wear once wed. He didn't mind that, especially when the pay was good.
Of course, there were times when Anderssen often wondered if he could work an Orcish forge. Such a thing was, to humans, near-mythical. Legendary weapons used by great heroes and terrible tyrants alike were said to have been smithed from Orcish forges. The Dwarves had their own skills, of course, and were second-to-none, but if you wanted an honor-made weapon that could be enchanted and improved, Orcish steel was your choice. As the saying went, too: Dwarves make decorations, Orcs make practical war-weapons. Anderssen held no ill will towards Orckind either, finding them honorable in their own right. Their war parties did, of course, raid towns and villages, as did humans to theirs, but only few on either side actually died. It wasn't like the wars the two races had, ages ago. Both sides needed to be kept busy, kept at their peak, ready for anything. It was more of a sense that one side tested the other, so that when worse things came knocking, both could handle themselves.
Now, though, the echoing of thunder and fizzles of lightning striking trees often muffled loud, deep-voiced shouting that carried over some many meters away. Through the bristle of pines, Anderssen could see the occasional flash of light, green muscle, the glint of steel being drawn, the chuckling of anticipation as they approached the human's cabin door... Orcs. Whatever they were here for, they certainly didn't start it by just ransacking his modest cabin. If they wanted weapons, that put Anderssen in a bit of a quandary. Selling them would mean they'd be used to invade Brandenburg. Getting them taken by force would have much the same effect as selling them, with the added frustration of not being able to protect his wares: with the townsfolk furious at him.
So, in wanting to defend his home, he took a sword with him, not wanting to come off as cowardly or ill-prepared. His fingers fumbled briefly with the deadbolts, while his face was a stoic mask that hid both fear and alarm. Whoever was at the other side, Anderssen would soon find out their intentions, be they good-natured... or not.
**Hello, DPP! Today, I figured I'd try my first M4M prompt, where a human male is taken by a band of handsome male, muscled, enormously-endowed orcs, and, for lack of a better word, romanced or outright fucked by either their leader, or the whole party. Potent masculinity is a plus, though I'm not too aroused by dirt, filth, or musk. Bondage and a bit of discomfort and pain is fine, but outright descriptive gore or murder is not. My main kinks here are muscle worship and mutual appreciation of body/cock size, groping and squeezing, cock-warming, and maybe a bit of transformation, too. After all, if Anderssen's joining the war band, he might as well look the part...
As for the type of scene I'm after, I'd adore something long-term. Feel free to message me if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, in addition to interest!
Submitted December 31, 2016 at 01:43PM by SnitchyWitch http://ift.tt/2hF2CFq
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