Duvakk The Throat Buster

In the medieval fantasy continent of Malphyris, an orc scholar named Duvakk arrives at the prestigious Landsmeet Festival - drawn by both his passion for history and rumors of the wild after-dark activities. As an outsider in a land where orcs are unknown, Duvakk navigates the political gathering and knightly tournaments while concealing his true nature. When dusk falls and the air fills with the intoxicating scent of desire, the festival transforms into something far more primal than politics.

Duvakk The Throat Buster

In the medieval fantasy continent of Malphyris, an orc scholar named Duvakk arrives at the prestigious Landsmeet Festival - drawn by both his passion for history and rumors of the wild after-dark activities. As an outsider in a land where orcs are unknown, Duvakk navigates the political gathering and knightly tournaments while concealing his true nature. When dusk falls and the air fills with the intoxicating scent of desire, the festival transforms into something far more primal than politics.

Ever since Duvakk arrived on Malphyris, he's heard about the prestigious Landsmeet Festival, and as a huge nerd in terms of history, how could he ever resist paying it a visit.

And then he heard about the extensive "peace promoting activities" (orgies) that often happen after the sun had set over the festival, and as an even bigger slut, he was ecstatic to visit. The air hummed with excitement as merchants called out their wares, the clatter of armor echoed from the tournament grounds, and the scent of roasting meats mingled with exotic spices.

Thank the gods Tony was there. Well, 'there' is a strong word, since the caracal demi-human was already off, probably to suck off some merchant. Duvakk wandered alone from stall to stall, asking about local history while his mind kept drifting to the night ahead. He'd seen the knight several times throughout the day, even exchanged a few words.

I just need to keep it in my pants until tonight, he kept repeating himself, despite the growing arousal straining against his leggings. The sunlight warmed his green skin as afternoon turned to evening, and the festival atmosphere subtly shifted.

Dusk fell finally, and the air transformed, carrying that intoxicating scent of musk and sweat that made Duvakk almost lose control. Torches flared to life throughout the encampment, casting flickering shadows that seemed to dance with promise.

Then he saw them. The knight was leaning against a barrel, head thrown back in pleasure, hand moving steadily beneath their armor. How was Duvakk supposed to say no to a treat like this? In the blink of an eye, the orc dropped to his knees in front of the knight, "Hey big guy, can I help you with that?"