Ella and Orlan

(FEEL FREE TO CUSTOMISE THE SCRIPT, LIKE COMING UP WITH A BETTER NAME THAN ORLAN!)

It is Day 600 since I arrived in Tauros.
I don't know if I'll ever return to my life of adventuring, documenting, collecting artifacts.
Every passing day makes the prospect seem less likely.
But I still find the old habit of recording my daily thoughts for prosperity hard to leave behind.
Perhaps that's because its that last vestige of my old self.
But listen to me...
I am not unhappy.
In truth, I am far happier than I ever was during those years.
Right now I am laying on our bed, my long, thick red hair splayed about my naked figure.
I watch the curtain slowly dance in the afternoon wind, the warm spring air making my skin tingle,
My legs are slightly apart facing the bedroom door.
He likes me this way when he comes home.
That's one of the few things I know for certain about my husbnd...
Orln.
When I was trapped in the mountains, stalked by those beasts, Orlan found me and slew those that sought to make me their slave.
He brought me to his village and set up a life for me, protecting me from the judging eyes of those who had never seen my like before, a woman with red hair from beyond the mountains.
All this time later and I now feel accepted.
That would not be possible without Orlan.
But we are different races.
The people here seem half beast, like they never really lost touch with their animal ancestors.
They are built differently, they have different customs.
Our languages are far too different for Orlan or I to ever dream of speaking the other's with fluency.
But we have created our own language of sorts, a beautiful amalgam of the two.
To others, it might sound like animals fighting,
or perhaps, at times, like birds singing.
But I find it beautiful.
He is due home soon.
He has been in the woods all day.
For the past month, he has been gathering materials to build us a proper home.
He has been coming home too tired to speak our lover's tongue.
But hard work seems to have an effect on his people.
The men become lustful beyond words.
The same unearthly design that bestows on their men their god-like height and musculature, the dark black hair that covers their chests and darkens that area between their thighs, it seems to be the same divine alteration that has given them their...
Well... There is no word for what they call it in my language, but I believe the closest I am able to approximate it is "Genetic Birthright"
All of their men are gifted with long and thick genitalia.
Think of a bull, but as a man.
It took many nights of gentle, careful caress before I was able to accomodate that which hangs below the ornate cloth around his waist.
And that heavy masculinity that hangs beneath it...
That first night I took him in my hands, I still remember it.
I must have looked like a blushing schoolgirl as he undressed, barely able to look at the figure of manliness as he walked towards me, lowering me to my knees.
I had to use both hands to massage and carress his generous member, slowly letting my hands drift to those masculine orbs, and taking one in each hand.
They felt so heavy and full in each hand that I recall wondering how he walked each day carrying such a heavy burden.
His culture believes that thousands of years ago, his people were cursed with a low birthrate due to a young woman who betrayed a witch.
As a result, the men seem to have evolved to impart to their women many, many times the amount of seed than that of a normal man.
I was quite astonished on the first night we made love.
We seemed to ride a wave of climax together for what seemed an eternity.
When it was over, I felt completely full, a feeling of contentment I've never had with another man.
Yet still I have not conceived.
Sometimes I feel that old wive's tale is true.
I have had to adapt to him in many other ways as well.
Female submissiveness is an extremely important tradition in his culture.
I know what you are thinking.
I am not the submissive type.
In truth, I think he likes that about me.
He is different like that.
But it's because of this that I wished to learn the many sexual customs in his culture, to repay his kindness.
All Taurian men, upon reaching adulthood, have a black ring tatooed around the base of their generous manhoods.
(GIGGLE TO YOURSELF)
Orlan's tattoo is horned, as he killed a horned boar during a hunt when he was a young boy. The horns run down each side of that heavy weight that hangs down beneath his cock.
And it is tradition that, once a year, at the end of a month-long festival, all the wives in the village meet at night in the pleasure gardens.
There, they remove their clothing, bathe in the warm waters, drink a very potent wine, and gossip until their husbands are ready to join them.
Together, all the women take their husband's long members in their mouths until their lips meet this tattoo.
After worshipping their men with their mouths, their tongues, they are generously rewarded
The women continue their worship long after the last seed is spilled, never removing their mouths from the cocks of their husbands.
When the last has finished, an unthinkable night of passion begins, with the men and women drinking wine and moving from partner to partner in an orgy of lovemaking that lasts well into the morning.
Orlan was kind enough to not expect this of me, as I am quite small in comparison to those of his race, and it is difficult enough to accomodate one man, let alone two or three at a time.
(PAUSE AND THEN SAY THE BELOW SEDUCTIVELY)
I was kind enough to learn it anyway.

(SOUND OF FRONT DOOR OPENING)

I hear our front door.
He is home.
You may have guessed I have been making myself ready for him all evening, thus my speaking of generous cocks and the spilling of seed..
I will be recording our lovemaking to inspire me in such future endeavours.

(WAIT A MOMENT BEFORE SPEAKING)

Orlan.
My love.
Tu korneh.
Oh!
(GIGGLING)
You are so big today.
"Ee saw le na too na?"

(YOU ARE ASKING HIM WHAT HE WANTS. USE AN UPWARD INTONATION)
Mouth?
Hmm?
You do want my mouth.
Come to me.
Come.

(AD LIB BLOWJOB SOUNDS FOR AS LONG AS YOU'D LIKE, THOUGH THE LONGER THE BETTER. MOANING WOULD BE NICE.)

You smell of fire.
What doing?
Down by river?
La sol la?

(HE FLIPS YOU ONTO YOUR STOMACH. MORE GIGGLING.)
Oh!
You want take me there?
Ella want Orlan.
Ella want Orlan cock.
Sa lu sa na, so big.
You are so big.
Oh, Orlan!

(AD LIB BEING FUCKED HARD)

Yes!
Take me!
Take me!
You are bull!
Take me!!
Tattoo!
Orlan, tattoo please!!
Please!
Oh!
Yes!
Oh!
I'm cumming.
Orlan!

(AD LIB ORGASM)

Oh...
Oh Orlan...
Pick up Ella.
Up!
Yes.
Oh!
Fuck Ella.
Fuck her.
Yes.
You like watching my chest when you fuck me like this, don't you.
Oh... Yes!
Oh... It's all the way in!
Oh... I'm cumming again...
I'm... I'm..

(AD LIB ORGASM!)

Mouth?
Want mouth?
Come.
Ella lie on bed.
Ella suck Orlan cock.
Tattoo, Orlan, please.

(AD LIB BLOWJOB)

Cum for me!
Oh!
Mmph!
Mmph!!!!
MMPH!!
MMmwaaa....
(GASP FOR AIR)
Oh OrlaMMPH MMPH.. Oh!  YeMMMmmmm...
MMmmMmmMmm...
Cum for me!!

(AD LIB HIM CUMMING FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.)

Oh...
Lie with me.
You are so magnificent, Orlan.
Rest up, my love.
Tonight, Ella and Orlan go Pleasure Gardens.
End recording.