#orc

[orcbardneeul]

You think I could afford to live in Orc City? On a war drummer's salary? I commute an hour and a half from the outlying Orc Metropolitan Area.

[shoogachi]

hmmm….

[feyspeaker]

druidess Thaisha ily

[kathrenax]

[monstermeat666]

Orc!escort knight who’s sworn to protect you but it’s not really his protection you’re interested in;

It’s his cock.

“Ah right there!!! Ohh mffgghhh just like that” you moan as you ride your dear knight, your engagement party progressing down in the ballroom.

“Goodness your highness…. be quiet or someone-“

“Don’t speak. Just fuck me” you moan “I’m so close….I need this” you move up and down, your hole stretching to its absolute limit as you take his massive cock, lost in the sensation of every throbbing vein brushing against your gummy walls.

“Goodness I would’ve gone crazy if it wasn’t for your cock” you moan and he grunts, half in embarrassment and half in arousal. He knows it’s wrong and he would be executed on the spot for sullying you, but just like you, he’s addicted to your body too; the reason why he can never deny whenever you pull him aside and pounce on him.

He grips your hips harder, fingers digging into your flesh as he struggles to maintain control. "By the gods, you're so tight..." he groans. Feels like you were made for my cock, he thinks, his eyes rolling back in bliss.

Your desperate moans are lost in his eager mouth as you clench tight around him, close to the brink.

"I can't...can't hold back anymore..." he groans.

"Then don't. Fill me with your seed...please..."

That does it; with a guttural roar, he slams deep inside you, his thick seed erupting in hot spurts as he fills you to the brim. Your own climax crashes over you, waves of ecstasy washing through your body as you milk his cock for every last drop. The sound of the melodious orchestra rings from the ballroom, loud now in the heavy silence of the aftermath of your illicit coupling as you both catch your breath.

None of you say anything as he holds you against his body, hands running down your back, cock still speared in you and bodies still tangled together.

The party rages on, unaware of the lovely Crown Prince's future spouse leaking orcish cum. Unaware that your pleasure and intimate loyalty already belongs to a monster. A beast deemed too lowly for you.

Sure you’ll do your duties as a spouse, but your knight is the one who will give you pleasure for a long, long time.

[vals-lente]

Once a year the orc tribes come down from the mountains to take mates and trade with the humans.

You're standing in line with the group of hopeful people hoping to find an orc mate who will care for them and offer them a better life than they currently have. You too are dreaming of living in the mountains with a mate you can come to love in time. Since the plague in the spring took the last of your family, you've been left with no reason to stay in your shoddy little town.

There's something different about this year's group of orcs however. They are taller, more imposing. You only realize who they are when you see the tallest orc going down the line of prospects. He wears the pelt of a bear on his tattooed shoulders, and multiple fang necklaces decorate his thick neck. It's Kathik Do'al, chief of the orcs himself. An excited murmur goes through the crowd at the realization.

The orc tribe only recently changed leaders, and you've heard all sorts of wild stories about the strength and skill it took for the current chief to dethrone the former. Rumor has it, he shed so much blood that day that the mountainside shone red. You didn't see it for yourself so you're not sure how true that is. He certainly looks capable, though. His form bristles with raw power even now.

Just like that, you're having second thoughts. Could you really survive in the mountains with an orc for a husband? Even the chief's men are massive. Surely you'd die upon the first attempt at taking one. You turn with the intention of sneaking out of the line, but a booming laugh stops you in your tracks.

"Running away? I haven't even gotten to you yet."

You wince at the realization that you've been noticed, and you turn around slowly to face the chief.

"I don't think I could withstand the throes of your passion." you mumble, avoiding eye contact.

Your forwardness brings a murmur of amusement from the crowd, and you wonder why no one else seems to be thinking of important things like Can I take an orc cock without being sent to the afterlife.

"Look at me," the chief says.

You mean to obey, but you're too embarrassed to move your head. He tips your face up with a thick finger under your chin and meets your eyes.

"I can be gentle for you."

"O-oh," you stammer, your mouth going dry. "That's... Good."

"You intrigue me," he says. "Will you come with me to the mountain?"

"As your mate?" You ask warily.

"Give me a week. If you are not convinced by the end, I will see you returned safely," he says, stroking your jaw.

The simple touch and his generosity make you go breathless.

"I would like that," you say.

Without fanfare, he lifts you into his arms before depositing you on his horse, a giant beast bred to carry even the burliest orc. From there, you have a great view of the sea of envious faces, and you realize how lucky you are. You have a week to see if you can do this...

[ponydora]

The catgirl hasn't even shown up yet and she's all over my dash; but this awesome young orc woman is being overlooked?