Orc mistress coming home from work only to find that dinner isn't ready so she picks you up from your waist, carries you to the bedroom, plops you on the bed and starts relentlessly fucking you as punishment.
"You didn't do as i told you and I'm hungry-
guess ill just have to eat you then.
She rips off your pants and underwear in one tear and violently starts tongue fucking you, sucking on your clit and penetrating you with her long, hard, wet tongue. Her tusks dig into the corners of your pussy. The sensation is so intense, you cum immediately. She doesn't care. She keeps going with no sign of slowing down. You get so sensitive, you cant help but uncontrollably shake, squirm and scream.
Your orc girlfriend is towers above you at 7 feet tall. A wall of muscles and colorful ink, with a few scars sprinkled in. She practically growls everything she says. You know the truth about her though, you know just how big of a softy she really is.
She cups her face as she looks in the mirror wearing the frilly dress you bought her. It's lacey and pink. Doing a squirl she giggles seeing the skirt ofbthe dress raise up and bounce around. Her giggle sounds more like two rocks scrapping together but you love the sound because it means she's happy.
Being cutesy all the time isn't really her thing but every so often she can't ignore the call deepbin her chest just to be a little fem, even for just a day. As a treat.
Most days she wearing tight black jeans, a white tanktop with no bra, black leather jacket, and steel toed boots with spikes she added herself to it. You love that fit, even more so because you can easily play with her nipples. She gets so flusted about it but plays it off so cool. If you tease her just right she'll pick you up and throw you onto her shoulder to take you back home. It often leads to you sat on the closest surface, her between your legs devouring your pussy like it's her final meal. Her tusks dig into your thighs making it hard for you to close them, not that you would want to.
First time you ate her out? She was moaning so desperately. Hands gripping your hair pulling your face closer as she let out deep moans. You thought you would drown in her release, you hoped you would. It would be the best death anyone could ever ask for.
She for the most part is the one doing all the spoiling in the relationship but every so often you get the chance to return the favor. It's tricky with her because she never tells you what kind of things she wants. You have to base it off her body language which often gives nothing away or what she already has.
First time you noticed her looking at a fluffy pink bunny you didn't think much of it. The second time she was looking at something fluffy and pink you decided to role the dice and get it for her.
She almost cried, she's never let herself indulge in anything cute or feminine. Never let herself, but a gift from her human girlfriend? She could never say no.
After that you kmew what she really wanted but you made sire to space it out so she wouldn't get too over whelmed. You had to slowly work up to getting her that pink frilly dress. If you had gotten that right off the bat she would have never been comfortable wearing it. Now all you have to do it get her comfortable enough to wear it in public. She's not at that point yet but you'll help her get there. Until then that dress is only for your and her eyes.
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You work front desk at a gym that is open twenty-four hours a day, usually, you work afternoon shift. You get off work right as the evening shift starts and sometimes you catch glances at the people who come into the gym after work. A lot of them are newly divorced women, middle-aged men, and quite a few regulars who are in the gym a few times a day every day.
One day, your coworker hasn’t shown up for their shift so you’re waiting impatiently at the front desk for them to show up. You watch as people file in, using the scanner to check in. Occasionally you have to manually check someone in who doesn’t have their card. As your sending another text to your coworker some walks up to the desk.
Your heart stops and your mouth goes dry. She’s standing before you, leaning on the desk with a seductive smirk on her face. Her arms are thick and strong, muscled and hard. Her dark eyes flick over you for a moment.
“Cuh-can I help you?” You ask, adjusting your glasses on your face.
“Yeah,” she shows you her finger where she has a tissue wrapped around it with blood seeping through. “Kind of cut myself.”
“Oh!” You gasp and pull out the first aid kit. You take her hand and use an alcohol pad to clean the cut. Usually, you would let the person do this, but for this beautiful orc, you’d make an exception. “Did you hurt it on any of the equipment?” You ask.
She chuckles. “No,” she rubs the back of her neck. “It’s actually quite embarrassing.”
You smile up at her, your hand lingering on her’s. “If it was, there are people I have to call and I’d have to make you sign a paper.”
She smirks again. “Make me? How threatening,” she leans on the desk again. “How on earth would a cutie like you make me do anything?”
You’ve stopped breathing and you’ve lost all proper function to your brain. “Uhm well,” you chuckle from nerves.
She’s wearing just a sports bra and shorts. Her body is toned and fit, muscular and godly. Her thighs and ass look rock hard, thank the lord for all the mirrors everywhere so you can see her from every angle.
“I’d like to see you make me do anything,” her voice a seductive, velvety purr.
“Me too,” you whisper and you gasp. Your face turns bright red and she starts to laugh.
“Sorry, I’m late!” You coworker huffs as he runs behind the desk. “Hey Zilla!” He says to the orc as he clocks in for work.
Zilla, you run the name through your mind.
“Oh boo,” Zilla scoffs at you coworker. “Now the cute one has to leave.”
Your coworker scoffs. “Don’t scare her away. She’s a good worker.”
“Nice to meet you,” Zilla winks at you, heading back into the depths of the gym.
You grab you coworker and shake him. “I’ll forgive you for being late if you tell me who she is!”
“That one?” He asks. “That’s Zilla, she’s a regular. I’ve known her for a long time.” You shake him again. “Hey! Easy! She’s the chef at a restaurant.”
Your eyes go wide. “She’s a chef?”
“Yeah, in fact, one of those fancy schmancy magazines just did some big article on her. She won some of award or something, I’m not sure.”
“Which restaurant?” You snarl at him.
He stares at you, slightly terrified. He doesn’t know, so the two of you end up looking for it online. You find the restaurant, it looked supremely fancy, the kind of place you would never have set foot into. There were pictures of Zilla in the kitchen, her long dreadlocks tucked under her tall hat, and a wicked grin on her face as she gazes through the flames.
“If you’re planning on going there to just ‘pop in’, I doubt you’d ever get a reservation soon enough too. And even if you did I doubt you’d afford it.”
You sigh in disappointment, finally clocking out and leaving. As you’re waiting at the crosswalk someone comes up beside you. You glance up and you see Zilla standing there. Your heart starts to hammer and you wonder if you should say something. Did she notice you? Did she have headphones in?
“Busy?” Zilla asks.
You gasp and jump, looking up at her as she smiles at you. “Me?” Your voice squeaks.
“Mhm,” she nods her head. “Maybe a cup of coffee?”
You bob your head excitedly and she giggles, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. You walk to a nearby coffee shop, you order a cappuccino and a massive cookie. Zilla orders a massive black coffee and a muffin.
Under the table, Zilla foot travels up and down your leg. You’re worn speechless, eagerly sipping on your frothy cappuccino. Your heart is going hummingbird pace and you can’t stop staring at her muscular arms. You want to be wrapped up in them. You want her to hug you from behind. One hand groping your breast while the other pets down your belly and slowly reaches for you-
“How long have you worked at the gym?”
Her voice violently bitch slaps you from your lewd fantasy and you’re left reeling and floundering like a landed fish. “Two years!” You gasp.
“And I’ve never seen you in all the time?” She murmurs. “Shame to think. All that time wasted.”
A lump has formed in your throat. “Really?” You gasp.
She chuckles. “I take it you’re not used to flirting.” She reaches out and touches your lip, wiping away the foam mustache that has collected.
“It depends on who is pitching the woo,” you murmur.
Zilla chuckles, licking her thumb clean of your froth mustache. “Do I make you nervous?” She asks.
“In a good way,” you reply. You lick your lip and smile at her.
She tilts her head. “Then good. Because I actually have a day off tomorrow. Well, that is, I will if you turn me down for a real date.”
“A real date?” A grin then spreads across your face. “I’d love that.”
She takes a sip of her coffee. “Then it’s settled.” You trade phone numbers and you make plans to meet up for lunch.
As you stand outside the cafe she dips down, kissing your cheek. “See you tomorrow, cutie,” she purrs into your ear.
You swoon, you’ve never had a kiss on the cheek that felt that good. You wave to her, feeling your heart race all over your body. You go back home and when you do you receive a message. Zilla has sent you a picture that makes your heart almost die of exhaustion.
Her back is turned to the mirror and she’s snapped a photo. She’s naked and glistening from a shower. Her ass looks even more amazing bare.
“I saw you staring, figured you’d want something to keep.” She messages.
“You almost killed me,” you text back.
“I’ll do that when I make you cum.”
You have to brace yourself on something. “You need to come with a warning.”
She sends another photo. It’s taken from high and you can see her lips and tusks in the photo. She’s opening her towel just enough to show you the curve of her breasts. “Sorry to say, no warnings.”
You blush, not expecting this onslaught of sex appeal so soon. “You don’t need to seduce me,” you tell her. “You already did. Now you’re just gilding the lily.”
“Sorry, I’m a hard flirter. I’m proud of my body too so I’m not ashamed to show off.”
You blush, wishing you had that sort of confidence in your own body. You’d love to send her a picture, but you’re not sure what would look good. You go into the bathroom, stripping down and taking a quick photo. You send it and for a long time, Dura is unresponsive even though it says read.
“You say I need to come with a warning?” The message pops up, startling you. “Do you want me to come over and help you finish undressing?”
You face turns bright red. “Really?”
“If you needed me I’d be there in a second. Especially if you’d let my hands linger.”
You shiver, wondering how her hand would feel on your, groping your breasts and ass, petting your thighs and opening them. “I should play this safe and tell you goodnight.”
“Maybe you should. I’ll still be thinking of you and I’ll pray you continue to think of me.” You read her reply over and over then turn to the images she sent. Her body is so amazingly sculpted, you want to bite her ass and nibble on her thighs.
Needless to say, you end up thinking of her all night. Most of the time while your fingers are inside you. You cum quite a few times thinking of Zilla and looking at her photos. You feel silly but you also don’t care.
The next day you fret about what to wear when you meet Zilla for lunch. You want to look cute but also not look like you’re trying. It’s so hard. Why aren’t you more prepared for this? You also try on several pairs of underwear, because you also never know where the day will lead. You don’t want to be wearing your ratty, ugly panties if anything was to evolve.
You eventually get dressed and made up and you head out to meet Zilla. You had agreed upon a restaurant that was close to your apartment. When you arrive you see Zilla is already waiting out front. She’s wearing a sleeveless button-up tucked into her skin-tight jeans. She’s wearing booties with a sharp heel and you fall head over heels again.
She smirks when she sees you, meeting you and giving you a tight hug. You want to linger, wrapped in her arms forever. She kisses your cheek again and you manage to kiss her cheek before she stands.
“Good to see you, cutie,” she takes your hand.
“You too,” your eyes linger on her. “You look amazing.”
Her hand moves to your back, petting down and cupping your rear. “You too.”
You bite your lip, moving your hand, doing the same to her. It feels so good. Zilla chuckles, opening the door for you.
During lunch, you talk at length. She makes you roll with laughter and you find yourself even more drawn to her. She talks about her job at the restaurant and how much she enjoys it.
“Someone said that you won an award?” You ask.
Her cheeks darken and you can’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” she chuckles nervously. “It’s nothing too major.”
“I highly doubt that.” Under the table, you run your foot up her leg and you watch her face’s shade go darker. “I doubt they just give out awards for anything, especially when it comes to cooking.”
She glances at you and chuckles. “Well, I just don’t like to make a big deal about it.”
“Says the girl who sends me photos of her butt.”
She chuckles, grinning from ear to ear. “Just once.”
After lunch, the two of you end up walking around for a while. You go shopping at a department store. You find a cute dress you want to try on and you ask Zilla to join you to help you unzip what you’re wearing. You end up making out. You kiss and sigh softly, grabbing onto Zilla as her hand's pet down your back and grope your soft ass and hips.
When you leave the dressing room you both start to giggle and cackle. You grip onto her hand, still laughing as you wander through the store.
“Not how I planned our romantic first kiss,” Zilla squeezes your hand.
“And just how were you planning it?” You ask.
She shrugs. “Something much nicer. Candles and shit would be involved.”
You point to a shelf full of candles. “There they are.”
She snorts and nips the tip of your ear. “Very funny.”
“When do you have another day off?” You ask.
She frowns and huffs. “Not for a long ass time.” She takes out her phone and scrolls through her calendar. “The restaurant is closed on Sundays, but it usually has a shit ton of prep work I do then.”
“Aww,” you murmur as you slip your arm around her.
“I get off work at eight most nights,” she says. “If you don’t mind the lateness of it. You can have me any night you want.”
“What about the gym?” You ask.
She dips down, kissing you softly. “Hey, that can wait as long as a cute, curvy, plump angel wants me, I can miss a few gym visits.”
Your heart hammers. “Ok,” you nod. “Uhm...what nights do you usually find are slower?” You ask. “I don’t want to bug you on a busy night when you might be tired.”
“So sweet,” she smiles. “Wednesdays are pretty good. Mondays too.”
“Then how about Monday?” You ask. “So I won’t have to wait so long?”
She grins, kissing you again. “You got it.”
The weekend is long and grueling, but at least you have your text messages to look forward to. You cand Zilla talk back and forth as much as possible, trading photos as frequently.
Finally, Monday night comes and Zilla sends you a message that she’s on her way. You wait anxiously, staring back at the door and to your phone for any updates. You then hear a knock on your door and you answer. Zilla is there, holding a bag in her hand.
“I brought you a treat,” she kisses you.
“You’re here, that’s treat enough.”
She chuckles and opens the bag, taking out a couple of containers. “I brought you some of my cooking.” She says and sets her bag on the table as well. “Are you hungry?”
“Kind of,” you murmur. You want something else though.
Zilla opens one of the containers and offers you a bite of something. You take it, sucking her fingers as you taste the decadent, rich chocolate. “So good,” you moan.
She growls, biting your neck and cheek. “I have something else.”
“Oh?” You shiver.
She opens her bag and places something in your hand. You look down, seeing a long, thick shaft. The dildo is pretty and attached to a leather harness. Your heart starts to hammer. “Can...can I use it?” You ask.
She grins wickedly. “Really?” She asks. “You want me to put it on you?”
You nod excitedly. “If you don’t mind?”
She kisses you and starts to undress you. She smirks when you’re bare naked before her. She pets over your body and kisses your chest. “Bedroom?” She purrs into your ear.
You lead her to your bedroom where she places you in the harness. You look down, seeing the dildo standing erect on your mound. You chew your lip excitedly as you watch Zilla undress before you. Your eyes linger before you ease her onto the bed. You kiss her, biting her lip and sucking her tongue. Your hand pets down her chest and through the dark curls on her mound. She growls excitedly as your fingers open her wet folds.
“You’re soaked,” you moan, kissing her more.
“I’ve been excited,” she moans sweetly.
You then move between her legs, guiding the bright pink dildo to her lips. You look up at her, seeing her writhing in excitement beneath you. You ease inside her, watching her stretch to take the dildo. Zilla’s mouth hangs open and she moans loudly, rolling her hips to grind the dildo inside. You giggle, pumping into her and swirling your thumb around her needy clit.
“Oh fuck!” her back arches off the bed and she moans.
You giggle. “Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” she gulps.
You drive the dildo into her, gripping her hips as she writhes on your bed. Finally, she cries out, pounding her fist on the bed. Her whole body flexes and tenses, shimmering in sweat. You slip the dildo out, seeing it coated with her thick cream.
She then grabs you, forcing you down onto the bed she kisses down your body, sucking and leaving love bruises on your breasts and sides. She strips away the dildo and opens your thighs wide. She laps at your slit, giggling at how wet you got fucking her.
“Zilla,” you shudder as her lips suction around your clit and she sucks like a vacuum. You cry out as her fingers slip inside you.
“You’re so hot,” Zilla swirls the tip of her tongue around your clit. “Delicious,” she giggles. She slips in another finger. “Your pussy seems to be craving something.” She slides her fingers in and out of you. “I have an idea. Trust me?”
“Yeah,” you grunt as she sucks your clit again and you start to see stars. You sigh and shudder, feeling something thicker slide into you. You glance down, seeing Zilla’s fist easing in you. You whimper and your mouth hangs open.
Zilla kisses you, slowly moving her whole hand inside you. “How does it feel?”
“Big!” You gasp.
She nuzzles to your cheek, nibbling your neck and shoulder. “You’re squeezing around me, you must like me.”
“A lot,” you grunt. You then grip onto her, moaning as she kisses you. You whimper and wiggle, feeling her coax from you an orgasm of kaiju sized proportions. You shiver and shake, your legs actually kick from the spasms.
Zilla chuckles, licking your cream from her fingers. “You taste good, cutie.”
“I’m dead,” you groan as you melt into the bed.
“I know what will bring you back,” she growls into your ear.
You kiss her, snuggling in her big, strong arms. “That was amazing,” you tangle your legs with hers. Her hard, toned body presses against you soft, plump one. It was a nice sensation.
“It was,” she whispers. She rubs your back and kisses your neck and shoulders. “We can trade next time. I’ll get the strap-on and you can fist me.”
You shiver. “I was thinking, maybe, we don’t rush things.” You peek up at her. “Go slow and...take all night.”
She smirks and gropes your rear, pulling you closer to her. “Tell me more.”
You smile, kissing her softly. “Well, we’ll start off with some face sitting,” you coo, going into your long, pleasurable fantasy.
Hello, this is Billie, an OC from my story Shaken.
A few things you should know about Billie:
1. She is 6′2″ tall. She’s tall even for orcs.
2. She cusses like a sailor. She manages to keep it in check when she teaches 2nd grade, but that is the ONLY time.
3. She self-identifies as a soft-butch lesbian. When asked if she has a “type” that she is more attracted to, she paraphrases the mission statement of the United Nations: “I seek to foster a spirit of collaboration among all nations and peoples.” She just likes women and female-identified people, although she occasionally dates non-binary people as well. She doesn’t know if she wants to settle down.
4. Her clothing in this drawing is based on a photo of k.d. lang from the early 90s, because k.d. lang is AWESOME. fight me.
5. She is fiercely loyal to her family and anyone she considers family.
