I’m pretty alright to write almost anything! Though I know a lot of monster stuff nowadays is pure smut, I myself am also just looking to write fluff, angst, dark romance, all of it, not just the spicy.
Within CW though: I’m still on the fence about if I want to go full non-con and that kind of writing, I’d probably always gravitate it to dub-con at the least. Beyond that, I’m pretty alright with most things and if not I’ll be upfront about it! Yandere, monsterous behaviour, gore, all that stuff I’m okay with :)
Because again, this blog is for the whole monster package,
Can you post the of the premises of the requests you got so people who sent them can know which request is theirs, and thus decide which monster to do?
I sent you one myself, but I don’t know which premise until I see it again
Ofc! These are the ones with missing monster description ^^
Swan Princess inspired
Birth control sabotage
Monster wanting to buy human reader
Masculine monster being super simp for his very feminine s/o
If you send in an ask/request, please specify what type of monster you’d like! Can just be a description.
I have some asks now where it is just ‘monster’ which makes it a little harder for me personally to start writing because I want to choose the perfect monster to fit the request pfffff
Orcs have long since raided and pillaged throughout the lands, taking captives and slaves with them. You’re an elf from a long-lasting lineage of healers.
Once the chief of the tribe - Korek - found out, he plucked you from the labour quarters of the stronghold and took you for his own, to heal his scars. Yet when he found out your magic was based on happiness and using it was draining you of yours, he had to find another way to keep you happy and healthy during the healing sessions.
CW: slavery, enemies to lovers, nsfw/smut, cowgirl, breeding, a bit of rough sex, Korek being soft
Word Count: 5962
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Sitting on the log - wet, damp grass beneath your feet - your hands hold onto those of your kin.
Her elven ears, once beautifully adorned with silver and jewels, now drooped low, tears in her eyes from the pain.
“It’s okay.” Your voice was a soft whisper, quiet and assuring as you shifted closer. Breathing out steadily, you felt the warm flow of magic gently coursing through your veins and to your muscles. A low glow appeared on the palms of your hands as it slowly fused through your skin before flowing into hers.
On her hands, the callouses and roughened skin slowly faded, melding back into her palms until no evidence remained of the days’ work.
“Thank you, milady.”
Hearing the whispered words, you smiled gently, squeezing her hands. “Of course.”
While the two of you softly spoke as the fire roared, just outside the circle of light a figure stood.
Leaned into a tree, Korek surveyed the scene. Walking by, the sudden, strangely coloured glow had caught his eye, a curiosity piqued in the broad, intimidating chief. The raid on the elven settlement had been over a month ago. Yet it seemed none of his men had realised what they had in their midst.
Pushing himself off the tree, he began to walk over, leaves crunching under his heavy, leather boots in the autumn air.
Instantly noticing, you whipped your head around, the girl beside you shrinking. Being approached usually meant more work. Yet when you noticed you didn’t just have a regular orc in front of you, your stomach dropped.
For a moment, you stared at the chief as he stared back, your heart hammering in your chest. Then, he crouched down on one knee and roughly grabbed your wrist, turning your hand around until your palm was skyward, his other hand gripping your fingers to keep it open.
“You have magic.” He didn’t ask, he stated and you swallowed nervously.
“Y-Yes.”
“What family are you from?” He asked, a slight hint of an accent in his common tongue speak.
His question however caught you off guard, an uncanny intelligence in his eyes as he stared directly at you. His green skin was illuminated from the side by the fire pit, casting a contrast in the prominent features of his face. Every elven magic came from a prominent family; lineage determining whether you had magic and what kind.
“Lireaya.” You mumbled and the chief tilted his head.
“Healing magic?” It was a question now and you nodded, unable to speak, while your hand was still in his hold. For a moment you saw him think, his dark eyes flitting between yours before his grip tightened. “A Lireayan should not work hard labour.”
“What-?” You didn’t have any time to react before he let go of your hand, one of his reaching up and gripping onto the metal shackle around your neck, the backs of his fingers pressed against your throat as he pulled you to your feet. Briefly, you glanced at your kin, her fearful and confused expression mirroring yours before the chief began to walk, dragging you with him.
In a blur he led you through the camp, several orcs glancing up as their chief passed with you in tow, curiosity in some while others just shrugged and moved on.
Finding your feet, you quickly walked with the large orc, the collar-like shackle no longer constricting. Yet it didn’t take long before Korek stopped, letting go of the metal to instead unfasten the tent flap in front of him.
Throwing it open, he turned back and looked at you, motioning his head for you to go in first and shakily, you did.
Stepping inside, you were greeted with a spacious, minimally decorated space. Large fur bedding at the back with numerous pillows, chests to the left and right for storage while weapons hung on the fortified walls of the tent. To your left a large table stood at the front of the tent with papers and scrolls on top, while a fireplace sat in the middle with an opening for smoke at the top of the pointed roof.
He brought you to his own tent.
Just as the realisation dawned, the man himself stepped in behind you, ducking slightly to fit through the opening before he let the flap fall closed behind him. Towering over you, he looked down momentarily before casting his gaze away and walking forward without a word.
All you could do was stand, looking at him as he traversed the space and to one of the larger chests on the right. There, he began to unbuckle his pauldron and chestpiece, briefly casting a glance back. “Lireayan, huh?”
Shrinking in on yourself, you watched as he lifted the leather straps over his head, baring his full chest and you quickly glanced away, the pit in your stomach worsening. Bringing you here, to his own tent, seemingly enamoured with your nobility and the undressing, it all led to one thing.
His heavy steps moved towards you and you stiffened, seeing the tips of his boots appear in your field of vision.
“When I ask a question I expect an answer.” His voice was firmer as he spoke, a hand suddenly gripping your jaw as he turned you to face him, his form slightly bent down to your height. “Answer.”
“Y-Yes.” You stammered and he narrowed his eyes, his lips shifting as he briefly gnawed his own tusk.
“Full blood?”
“N-No, sir. Distant descendant.”
Kissing his teeth, he let go of your jaw and raised back up. “But you can heal?”
You hesitated a moment, confused as to his inquiries. “Yes.”
Crossing his arms - the thick muscle straining to fit in the confined position - he glared down at you - though not necessarily *at* you, seemingly more in thought.
“Can you heal scars?” He then spoke, his brow furrowed as he stared at the shackle around your throat.
Swallowing nervously, you looked at him before deciding keeping your gaze down was probably best. “Uh, with time, yes. My magic is not that strong.”
Finally he seemed to be snapped out of his stare and his eyes shifted to yours. “With time? Like what?”
“It depends on how old the scar is and how big. But… at least a month per scar, probably?”
“Probably?”
You shrunk a bit into yourself at the harsh tone of voice. “I haven’t done it often. Maybe… once?”
At that, Korek hummed. “Very well.”
Confused, you looked up at him, finding his eyes already on you.
“You will be staying here from now on. You will sleep in my tent, eat in my tent and serve me as I please, do you understand?” His hand came out, grabbing the back of your head to force you to look at him when you tried to look away.
“B-But my kin-“ You started and he narrowed his eyes.
“What about them?”
“I was healing them Without me-“
“They would still be fine.” Korek’s eyes narrowed slightly as if waiting for you to challenge him. After a second however, he sighed. “You can still heal them. But that does not change you now belong to me, do you understand?”
Relief flooded you and you nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Good. What is your name?”
“Y/N.”
Humming, he let go before turning and walking to the furs at the back, expecting you to follow. “You’re going to be healing my scars.”
Meekly nodding, you waddled after him, watching as he turned and let himself drop to the bedding with a sigh, sitting up.
He looked at you inquisitively, seemingly analysing your posture and disposition. “This one first.” He then tapped a burn scar on his sternum.
Swallowing heavily, you shifted to your knees beside him, gingerly bringing your hands up, as if fearful he would grab you or snap at you at any time. But he didn’t. Korek just sat there, watching you.
Shuffling a little closer, you brought your hands up, cupping them together and holding them over the scar, feeling the warm glow shift from your body and into your hands, leaving a chilly sensation in you.
“Hm.” Korek made the noise as he sat there, feeling your magic for the first time, a brow raising.
Briefly, you glanced up at him, focusing back on the scar after. With it being in the middle of his chest, and the orc being as large as he was, it wasn’t a great angle for you to heal him in. Sitting beside him on your knees, you were leaned forward, slightly hanging over his lap, your torso twisted to allow your hands comfortably on his chest. Though comfortable was a big word. And it seemed Korek noticed.
Sighing, his hands suddenly grabbed onto your waist and your eyes widened as he pulled at you, forcing you over his lap until one leg was on either side. There, he plopped you down.
“I- I-“ You stammered, too scared to protest as you felt his leather loincloth under you.
“Relax. You said it takes time. Then at least get comfortable. I won’t do anything.” Korek sighed, leaning back on his hands, bored as he looked off to the side. “Just heal, damnit.”
Your mouth dry, you just tried to swallow it back and nodded, cringing slightly as you shifted to sit more upright, your hands once again on his chest. But now a lot more comfortable.
After all, you were going to be here a while.
- - - -
For weeks this went on.
After the burn scar, he ordered you to heal one on his back, then requested a set of three on his arm.
Slowly, the two of you had started talking. Spending every single evening together with nothing else to do did tend to bring that.
You noted however that Korek was the one who initiated. You had to be focused, but Korek could have easily read a book, sharpened his things, do any activity while you were busy. Instead, he talked with you. Stories of how he got the scars. A punishment from his parents for the burn. A challenger’s cowardly attack from behind after Korek beat him for the one on his back.
Every scar had a story and Korek was not afraid to share them. And then he began asking about you. And to your surprise, you answered. Your life back in your village. How you were a little rascal when you were young, causing chaos and misfortune wherever you went - a thing that highly amused Korek, the orc more than once laughing deeply at the thought.
Slowly, you found yourself enjoying your time with the orc. Slave and master turned into friendship, Korek letting you wander the clan grounds freely, so long as you always returned at the end of the day for another healing session.
Yet with Korek getting to know you, he slowly started to notice.
Any time you healed him, you started off happily chatting about anything and everything, laughing at his stupid jokes or remarks and replying in kind. Yet after hour two, you always fell off. Getting quiet, withdrawn, no longer laughing at his remarks, nor engaging him. And on the days you’d went to heal your kin down by the lumber pits, it was even worse. You’d barely speak to him. Humming at his questions and remarks, leaving one worded answers and forced smiles.
He hated it.
And he’d be damned if he didn’t find out why. So, one day, after another session was complete and you were fast asleep in his bedding, he went out. And if there was one place he was going to get answers, it was from your kin.
- - - -
“Y/N.” Korek motioned you over. “I’d like you to heal me now.”
Placing down the little lantern you were holding - a gift from Korek not too long ago - you walked over.
“Yes?”
Wordlessly, he tapped a crude, long scar that ran from the left side of his chest down to the right by his stomach. It was a big one, one you had wondered about when he’d ask.
Kneeling before him, you looked at it and Korek playfully rolled his eyes, grabbing your waist and yanking you to him, making you straddle him.
“Oh-!” Letting out the little noise of surprise, you then sent him a half-hearted glare, to which Korek just grinned in response, his tusks on full display.
Settling down, you sighed and just mapped out the scar by tracing it with your index finger. “I’m afraid this one is going to take a while.”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me.” The chief hummed cheerily, his hands still on your waist.
Raising your brow, you looked at him but then just placed your hands on his stomach, using your magic at the center of the scar to let it flow outward.
Concentrating, you didn’t see Korek’s grin softening, his gaze turning slightly melancholic as he watched you. After all, he finally understood.
It wasn’t for half an hour later before he began enacting his plan.
“And when the goats started, they wouldn’t stop.” You chuckle softly at your own story, your hands still pressed to Korek’s midriff, the orc chuckling with you, slightly jostling you from how you sat on his lap.
Just then, his hands that had been on your waist shifted, one hand slowly shaking around your waist while the other went lower, tentatively resting on the swell of your ass, making your eyes widen a bit.
“Uh, Korek?”
“Mhm?” The orc hummed, innocence in the flesh as he tilted his head, his braided hair falling down his shoulders a bit.
“What are you doing?”
The question made him huff in amusement, his arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. “Setting the record straight.” He hummed, his hand moving from your ass to tilt your chin up, breaking your concentration. “Someone hasn’t been honest with me.”
“Huh?” It wasn’t your most eloquent answer and Korek chuckled softly.
“All those times of me asking if you were okay, if the healing was too much. When were you going to tell me it does more than just tap your energy?”
At his words, you instantly felt your heart drop, your face paling as the blood drained from it. “Oh, uhm-“
Instantly seeing where you were going, Korek’s gaze hardened. “Don’t lie. And don’t deny either.” His grip on your chin loosened as he then softened his gaze again, instead holding his large hand on the side of your face, his fingers framing your elegant ears. “It takes happiness.”
It was a statement. He didn’t ask, he knew. And it made you swallow heavily before you gave the slightest of nods.
Taking a deep breath in, Korek sighed it out, pulling you closer until your hips were flush to his, making your face heat up slightly. “You damn idiot. You couldn’t even tell me yourself. I had to go out and ask.” Shaking his head, he then brought his other arm up to cup your face. “What does it do?”
Looking at him, you knew you had nowhere to go and no chance to lie. But then again… why would you? Glancing down briefly, a small squeeze of your jaw reminded you to look in his eyes and you did.
“It’s… every magic has a source.” You mumbled. “Fire comes from anger and passion. Nature comes from tranquility. And healing comes from… happiness. Using the magics saps from the source.” Your heart was hammering as you explained, fearful of his reaction. Would he get mad? Upset?
“It takes from it.” He mumbles, looking at you. “No wonder nature elves are so erratic.”
His sudden joke caught you off guard and you let out a startled little laugh, making a corner of his lips quirk up.
His right hand slipped back down to your waist, pulling you up until your chest was against his, your eye height now the same. “Why didn’t you tell me what these sessions do to you? They’re leaving you depressed.”
To that, you didn’t have an answer and Korek hummed, letting you look away for once.
“Well I can’t have you be all sad and shit, can I?” He then spoke and you looked up at him, confused.
“What do you…?”
“If it takes happiness, then all I have to do is give you happiness.” As he said that, a smirk curled onto his face.
Frowning, confusion laced through you until you felt his hips shift, his arm keeping you still as he ground slowly against you, a small gasp leaving you.
“K-Korek-?”
“Sssh.” He hushed softly, his hand shifting to the back of your neck as he nuzzled your jaw, slowly moving down to the hollow of your neck. “You can say no. But if you want it, let me help you.”
“I don’t know.” You whispered, feeling his tusks gently push against your skin, a prominent yet strangely satisfying feeling.
“Are you saying that because you don’t want it or are you nervous?” Korek’s voice was soft as he spoke, gentle.
“Nervous.”
Smiling against your skin, he hummed. “Will you let me guide you through then? You can say stop at any time.”
Swallowing heavily, you shifted your hips, shamefully feeling a building thrum in your abdomen already.
“Yes.” You whispered and Korek groaned.
“Excellent. Don’t forget to keep healing, sweetheart.” He hummed while his lips ghosted the hollow of your throat.
Letting out a shaky breath, you looked down, clumsily placing your hands back on his midriff, doing your best to focus. Just then, his hand on your waist slid down, cupping your ass as he hummed.
“Aren’t I lucky?” A kiss landed on your throat and you bit your lower lip, feeling his other hand rub the back of your neck before he let go and let it slide down. Carefully, he tested the waters, slipping his hand between your thighs and pressing gently against your crotch.
The fabric of your pants pressed into your clit and you breathed out, eyes just focused on his muscled chest, doing all you could to ignore how he started slowly rubbing, pushing gently, stimulating.
“Ah, uh-“ You whispered and Korek huffed in amusement, lifting his head from your neck to instead nose right below your ear, shifting up slightly until his lips brushed the shell of the pointed appendage.
“Can I, sweetheart?” His voice was lower than you’d ever heard it, his tusks pushing against your skin once more - almost clumsily, yet not so.
“Y-Yes.”
Humming in delight, Korek lifted his hand until he found the hem of your pants, slowly sliding his thick fingers down into it, bypassing your underwear completely and finding your mound.
“Trust me, yeah?” He hummed, pushing his hand further down until the tips of his fingers found your entrance, feeling the slight wetness already formed.
Briefly closing your eyes, you wetted your suddenly dry lips at having an orc - your supposed mortal enemy - so intimately close. His fingers were so careful, experimentally dipping the tip of one into your entrance before withdrawing as he felt you tense.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He shushed gently, bringing his hand up a bit until his middle finger - slightly coated in your slick - found your clit, starting to gently rub in small circles.
You felt your insides lurch, the stimulation unexpected.
“I know you need to focus, but can you take off your shirt for me?” Korek was so gentle in his request and you nodded, briefly lifting your hands away from his skin to take hold of your shirt, lifting it up over your head to reveal your bare torso.
Dropping your shirt to the side, you sat for a second, insecure while Korek looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your chest before his hand that was on your ass moved up to grab yours, pulling them back against his chest.
“Keep going.” He commanded gently and you nodded, earning a little bit firmer pressure to your clit in response, making you jolt.
Gently stimulating, his hand stayed buried in your pants, his green skin a stark contrast to yours. You could already feel yourself starting to heat up, making it harder to sit still on his lap, shifting every now and then, which made the stimulation worse.
Korek meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying every second. His free hand came up, gently cupping one of your breasts as he then leaned down, starting to press kisses from your sternum down to the valley of your chest, his hand squeezing the pliable tissue, making a soft whimper leave you when he simultaneously pressed your clit.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He praised, kissing to the side, his tusk digging into your breast until he found your nipple where he latched on, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over it while he rubbed your clit.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you pressed your hands tighter into his torso. Because you had to focus, the sensations were so much more defined and a pressure began building in your stomach.
“Mhm.” Humming happily, Korek suddenly pushed his chin forward, his tusks digging into your breast, holding it up so his free hand could move to your other breast, cupping it before his thumb flicked over your nipple, his mouth never stopping either.
“K-Korek!” You gasped in both surprise and pleasure, the orc suppressing a grin in favour of focusing on his ministrations.
Wordlessly, he kept going, his finger on your clit providing steady pressure as he laved attention to your chest.
Panting slightly, the heat you usually transferred into your hands suddenly felt like it was burning all throughout you, the pressure in your abdomen building and building.
Sensing your restlessness, Korek kept going, groaning softly as you arched your back, pushing his face further into your chest.
“Ngh- I’m- ah!” You gasped as you felt your pussy clench before wave after wave ripples through you as you came, stifling a moan of pleasure as Korek kept swirling his finger on your clit, guiding you through the orgasm.
Panting when it subsided, Korek pulled back, looking down at you. “Mhm. It’s working.”
At that, it took a second as you looked up at him. “What?”
“Your magic swelled, sweetheart.” He grinned as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before trailing kisses down your jaw and to the hollow of your throat.
“M-More?” You flushed.
“Well we’re not even halfway into our usual healing session. So yes.” Korek grinned, his hand once on your breast now working your pants open, leaving his hand more room as he slid it down, testing your entrance, feeling how slick it was now. “Look at that.” He grinned into your skin. Carefully, he pushed a single, thick finger in.
Biting your lip, you clenched your hands on his chest and Korek chuckled.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll take it slow.” Carefully, he started to move, pushing the digit in before pulling out a little, slowly starting to get you used to the motion and sensation. “Feel good?”
Nervously, you nodded yes and Korek hummed. “Is it your first time or is it me that’s making you nervous?”
You swallowed anxiously. “You.”
Gently, Korek lifted his head to look at you, a soft look in his eyes. “But you trust me?”
“I do.”
Something flashed in his eyes and his free hand came up, cupping the side of your face as he slowly leaned in. “Good.” There, he kissed you.
Your eyes closing, you felt his lips on yours, supple yet overwhelming, his mouth enveloping yours as if it belonged, all the while he slowly pushed in a second finger, making you whimper.
His tusks framed your face, his lips starting to move on yours as he cradled your head, his hand in your pants moving gently. Everything was so soft, so careful. As if he was silently screaming ‘you’re safe, don’t be nervous’. And by god did it work.
You felt yourself completely melt into him, pushing back into the kiss, giving the orc chief the confidence to push his tongue into your mouth, his fingers starting to scissor inside you, moving up and down, just barely shy of audibly squelching from how wet you were.
Slowly, that heat started back up, Korek groaning softly in delight as he prepared you, his hand pulling your head even closer before shifting to grab a fistful of your ass.
Pulling back from the kiss, you panted, opening your eyes to see him already looking at you, his dark eyes shifting over your face, mapping it out as you breathed against each other’s lips. And so you did the same. Cataloguing him, his features, his differences from you.
The purist elves scoffed at even the slightest hint of green, yet here you were, actively inviting it in. His skin, rougher and so different from yours feeling perfect as he let his fingertips trace your spine.
“Korek-?” You panted softly and he hummed, never stopping his hand’s slow thrusts. “Is this okay?” You whispered and Korek’s eyes softened, having followed your train of thought from your expressions.
“It is more than okay.” He assured, his free hand caressing the side of your ears, gently tracing one of your ears. “We orcs don’t have the stipulations you do.”
“But-“
A third finger was pushed into you to shut you up. “In fact many here would cheer if I knock you up tonight. Pretty sure they have bets.” He chuckled and your eyes widened.
“K-Knock me-?! Korek!” He laughed at your exclamation, easing his three fingers into you, finding you taking them well despite the way your expression faltered at the feeling.
“Hush now. I won’t aim for it. Tonight is to help you after all.” He grinned and you sent him a grimacing look, trying to stay composed as he began thrusting his fingers.
“It’s starting to feel less and less like that.” You panted and Korek’s grin cracked just a bit wider.
“I’m not saying I am not getting immense joy out of it either.”
Pushing his fingers all the way into you, he groaned softly as he scissored them, kissing your chin, your jaw, then your lips. “You think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” He hummed and your breath hitched, your cunt clenching around his digits, making the orc chief groan. “God, please say yes.”
Frowning, you looked at him and Korek chuckled a little huskily, pulling his fingers out of you as he then grabbed your hips, pulling your hips into his, letting you feel just how much he’d been holding back, waiting.
Gasping, his bulge pressed against your core, hard and eager.
“I’ll make you feel so good.” He groaned and you let out a shaky breath, your now empty pussy clenching.
Waiting, Korek looked at you and you wetted your lips, an action that instantly drew his attention, his lips almost curling back in a satisfied growl before he focused back on your eyes.
You hesitated only a moment longer. You had come this far. Weeks in his captivity and not once did you feel threatened or lesser. In fact, you’d never felt more revered and respected.
“Yes.”
That was all Korek needed and within moments, he’d tossed his loincloth aside and undressed you, putting you back on his lap, his cock in between you, hard and straining.
Looking down, your focus on healing broke as you saw it. Large, thick and making you realise you might be way over your head. But Korek then lifted your chin to him.
“Hey, it’s okay. I wouldn’t hurt you, remember? I made sure you’re ready.” He spoke gently and you nodded. Nervous, but assured.
Sending you a small smile, Korek then grabbed the base of his shaft, urging you to sit up on your knees as he aligned it with your entrance. There, he shifted his hands to hold your hips, looking at you as he paused.
“We’ll take it slow.” He spoke gently, helping you as he carefully pulled you down, pushing his hips up as he entered until the tip popped in.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, completely forgetting you were supposed to be healing as you held on, feeling the stretch. While it wasn’t painful, it was still a lot and you could feel how thick he really was.
“That’s it.” Korek groaned, letting his head fall back a bit, eyes closed as slowly, he pushed you down a bit further, a guttural noise leaving him while you gasped, squeezing his shoulders.
At the squeeze, he stopped, letting you adjust a bit, your pussy clenching him tight, making him huff a bit in delight.
“Just like that.” He praised, waiting until you loosened before he pushed further. And further, letting out a restrained little breath, working you down until he had you fully seated on his cock.
Clinging to him, you whined quietly, your head pushed into his neck and Korek smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you, feeling your tight walls all around him, making him breathe out.
“I hope this makes you happy cause *fuck* it makes me happy.” All he got was a little whine and he carefully pulled back, looking at you. “You okay?”
At that, you nodded and Korek smiled, leaning down as he tilted your head, one hand gently on your throat as he kissed you, slowly rolling his hips.
A jolt rushed through you and you gasped against him, making a surge of pride rush through Korek as he then grabbed your hands in his, gently leading them down to press against the scar crossing his midriff.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Heal me.” He hummed against your lips while still rolling his hips.
Nodding, you panted as you tried to focus, struggling a moment before finally managing to channel your energy enough, whimpering as that focus amplified the sensation.
Never had you felt so full, almost as if you couldn’t breathe, only for Korek to prove you wrong as his hands landed on your hips, carefully lifting you and making you gasp before he pulled you back down.
It was slow at first, giving you a chance to get used to it, for your slick to coat his entire length. But slowly, he started picking up the pace, his grunts starting to become a little audible.
Whimpering as he pulled you down, you attempted to lift yourself to help him, straining your legs to sit up on your knees before lowering back down, but Korek then let out almost a growl, harshly pulling you down and making a startled moan leave you.
“No. Focus on healing. Let me do this.” He commanded, his head leaning forward until he was against your throat, finding your sweet spot where he bit down.
Clenching around him, Korek groaned and started to speed up a bit, sucking and marking while he did.
There wasn’t much you could do, letting him lead as he slowly fucked up into you, little moans leaving you every time he bottomed out, filling you to the brim.
Your walls were tight, every vein on his cock sliding past the ridges making the orc breathe heavily, pleasure curling through his gut.
One arm around your waist, he used the other to brace himself on the furs, holding you against him as he started to speed up a bit, rocking his hips up into you.
Stifling a moan, you pushed your hands harder against him, unable to brace yourself, just relying on him as he pumped into you.
“So demure.” Korek huffed, only to slam his mouth to yours, his tongue invading past your lips as he fucked you, his hips starting to piston in earnest as he began to chase pleasure, knowing you could take it now.
Unable to keep your mouth shut, moans rippled out of you, swallowed instantly by Korek as he grunted back against you, his cock coated in your slick, pumping in and out, filling you over and over again, the head rubbing against your walls in a way that made you see stars.
Pulling back for breath, you gasped, only for Korek to yank you down right that moment, slamming all the way into you and ripping a moan from your throat.
Embarrassed, you whimpered while he kept going, desperate to get more noises like that out of you.
Fucking into you, his balls repeatedly hit against your ass, creating a wet slapping noise inside the tent to accompany your noises of pleasure, of which Korek was a large part, grunting and groaning against you.
Everything was hot, a sheen of sweat starting to appear on your skin as you felt the pleasure build. “K-Korek-“ You gasped, not knowing what else to do or say and the orc groaned, proud to have you call his name.
“That’s it. Tell me how good you’re feeling.” He grunted, his shallow, fast thrusts making way for rough and deep as he pulled you down every time he thrusted up.
“Good-“ You whimpered out, leaning forward to bury your head against his neck, your hands still to his chest as you moaned, every thrust making the pleasure grow like a wave.
“Yea?”
“Ngh-!” Your pleasured noise has Korek grinning, his own body getting slick with sweat, the sensation of your magic coursing into him working to make everything feel even hotter.
The scent of your wetness, your panting, your moaning, your sweaty skin to his, everything. Grunting, Korek, felt his desire and pleasure build into a tight knot in his abdomen. He knew he said he wouldn’t aim for it-
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” It slipped out before he could help it, his mouth right by your ear as he nuzzled his tusks into you, a moan leaving you as your nails dug into his stomach.
“Korek, I’m gonna-“ You gasped and the orc groaned.
“Go ahead. Come on, show me how good it feels!”
Whimpering, you couldn’t help it, his constant barrage, his cock hitting deep and filling you so completely, you felt the knot in your stomach tense tighter and tighter.
Even though he didn’t want it, you began to bounce with his thrusts, moaning with every thrust in, gasping when he pulled out, just trying to get enough air in as you threw your head back, eyes closed and back arched. “Please!” You cried out and Korek growled, biting into your shoulder and slamming you down into him.
Crying out a moan, your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing tight around Korek, the orc gasping a strained moan as he fucked through it into you, his teeth clamping tighter, his tusks digging into your skin as with a few more thrusts, he followed you over the edge.
Moaning into your flesh, he yanked you down onto his lap, burying his cock as deep as it can go as he spilled his seed. Ropes of white shot into you, his balls convulsing as he filled you up, your cervix quickly overflowing, pushing his cum out past the seal of him being inside you, the frothy white dripping down his balls.
Panting, he held you there, a few aftershocks rocking through him as you held on for dear life.
Letting go of his bite, his arms tightly around your waist, he held your sweaty body against his own, his face buried in your neck until he pulled back a bit and huffed out a husky laugh. “Unbelievable. We found the hack to unlimited magic.”
“Korek!” You slapped his arm while the orc bellowed a laugh.
He was certain he was going to continue this strategy. After all, healing had never felt so good.
