#orc character

[grendel-menz]

my wretched no good RPG character Okimi.

[digitalbvnny]

orc!bf with really sensitive tusks, as is normal for his race of orc. everything going well and normal when, to be a tease, and you lick a stripe up the sensitive bone like structure. it makes your orc lover recoil, shudder in desperation.

“remember this the next time you wanna pull that,” he'd huff roughly in your ear as he pins you to the nearest surface, in this case the couch.

he's ripping your clothes to literalt shreds, theowing them haphazardly in the backrgound of whatever room you were previously hanging out in. he gives no preparation as he lines his monster cock up with your hole, only enveloping your lips as a distraction to the harsh stretch. he's fucking you roughly, his mind drowning in endorphins from the high he got from your tongue. If you weren't blind with pleasure, you might've giggled about it.

[meggahamicide]

The inspo said draw a witch by my hands said nah, orc lady with her bonded family of wolves.

progress pics below:

[divadowndivadown]

Annoying, loud, inconsiderate construction workers.

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Hot orc construction workers though….

story under the cut <3

Orc construction workers that moved in with you because you were unable to pay them even 50 percent of the dowry, so instead, they made the house even bigger and added three extra bedrooms and another bathroom so they can live comfortably in your new home with you, after all… they did build it.

Sure the house is “in your name” but the only options were to pay them what they’re rightfully owed, get kicked out of your dream home, or let them force themselves into your life.

And you’re definitely not choosing to be homeless, but now you have four unwanted, brutish, hulking orcs making themselves overly comfortable in your new house.

Duncan, Fergus, Gregor, and Graeham.

Absolute inconsiderate, rude, annoying, hunky… toothsome… bonny- No! No…. They’re just completely no-good Orcs!

It doesn’t help that they only wear skirts around the house, it’s invasive and distracting! It doesn’t matter why you caught yourself wondering if they were wearing nothing underneath… it doesn’t… anyway-

How are you supposed to expand your individuality and independence when the moment you turn a corner, fat, plump, hairy, jiggly pecks are right in your face!

“Construction workers, pst, more like sluts…” you grumble into your pillow after the second night. The entire day was spent being bombarded with heavy, hairy tits, pretty nipples, and inebriating musk in your every direction, you haven’t even gotten a minute to enjoy your own solidarity…

They told you tomorrow will be the day you start paying them back in less than savory, for you anyway, with chores, duties and any and all instructions they want followed. Of course you outright refused but then they gave you a harsh reality check.

“Oi, little lady, you ain’t gonna be up and tight about anything, you hear? You’s lucky we even let you keep your room to yourself.” Fergus challenged instantly.

“The floor you’re standing on, the couch you’ve sat your pompous little ass on, the walls decorated by our hands… the whole lot. This house was made by our hands.” Gregor pointed out with a smug grin.

“You don’t want to agree to some rules? Fine, be broke and homeless, aye? Or shut your mouth, watch ya’ fucking tone and enjoy the fact you’re not fighting a wolf for scraps. Y’hear us, entitled brat?” Duncan concluded.

To say you got silenced was an understatement.

Grumbles of displeasure and anger bubble in your throat as you cuddle deeper into your blankets, unsure as the anxiety of being dealt with cruel, unreasonable punishments for not paying for the house.

And in the morning you’re awoken to a burly presence leaning over you, a small shiver running down your spine as their hot breath hits your ear, “Aye, sleepy bunny, wake up. Time for ya’ to earn yur’ stay, yeah? It’s 9:30 already…” Graeham utters calmly yet with a firmness that reminds you exactly of what your reality is…. You really need to get them their money… or at least get a lock on your door…

“Mmm… I don’t need anyone to wake me up you know… I’m not a kid” you grumble quietly as you force your heavy eyelids open, gulping softly as they lower their head and slowly cup your jaw so I’m looking up at them.

“Tiny thing you are… Id be so easy to throw you ‘round anyway I’d like… y’know that yeah? You’re a smart girl… don’t go n’ piss on the hands that gave ya’ your home…. You owe me n’ my guys… so when I tell ya’ somethin’… just be a good little human and listen. You don’t want to start shite you can’t finish bunny…. come on n’ get up for me, hm? You have a long day ahead.” Graeham speculated, with just enough certainty, confidence and authority to piss you off. What you wouldn’t give to punch that small smirk of his face.

You roughly push his hand away from your face and sit up promptly, “Get out… I need to change…” you huff, watching as he shakes his head a little before taking his time to really saunter out of your room and when he closes the door behind him, you let out a silent sigh of something between relief and vexation.

After getting dressed you regretfully, painfully slug out of your room, and your heart beats a bit faster as you see all of them in fashionable kilts and heavy leather boots, with nothing else on while you watch their green skin glistening under the warm light as all four pairs of eyes are directly on you.

“…what do you want..?” You grumble as you cross your arms, looking at them suspiciously as Duncan steps up, “We’re waiting for our meal, lass… though I shouldn’t have expected much from our little demon, can ya’ fathom..? Sleeping so damn long when you have a debt you owe?” He scoffs as the others snicker along.

“I’m not a demon, one… and two, I’m supposed to make breakfast..?” You groan in frustration, your hands balling up as Gregor walks up and bends down to meet my height, “Damn right, a meal to begin the day and one to end it… unless your small, human body is truly so incompetent..?” He mocks, knowing that you can’t do anything to him, not unless you plan on sleeping on the street corner.

So, you suck up your pride and make each of them a underwhelming breakfast, just two eggs, two slices of bacon and an apple on the side.

“There.” You mumble softly, slightly anxious as you set their plates down in front of them. They all stay lethally silent before consuming the entire plate in under a minute, your eyes widening at the grotesque sight of them smacking their lips while “chewing” with their mouths open.

“Thank you for the appetizer, little human, where’s the next course…?” Gregor hums happily, but you’re just entirely dumbfounded. “Ye, that was a nice, tasty treat there brat, very well done.” Fergus complements softly.

“What do you mean… next course..? That’s it… I don’t have anymore food for you all…” you murmur in disbelief.

Your throat grows dry as they laugh loudly, but soon they realize I’m not joking. “No more food..? Are you pulling my leg, lass? We’re orcs. Are you so naive to even think that two little unborn chickens and a sliver of boar would accommodate us?” Duncan scoffs as he crosses his arms.

“It’s all I have… I only have enough left for myself, you greedy pigs. You can at least be grateful that I cooked, you know…” You scoff, crossing your own arms before turning around and leaving to make your own breakfast.

“Aye, we’re mighty grateful… but you’d got to understand we’re not one of your little human friends, we’re your lords… and we have a much greater… hunger, than you understand, yes?” Graeham bargained gently as he follows you into the kitchen, but you ignore him as you start making your own food.

“Hm.” He huffs, and you can hear his footsteps leaving until you feel a heavy presence hovering over your head, and suddenly hands are digging into your hips and his warm chest is pressed firmly against your back.

“What are you doing-” you begin, but then his thick thumb is easily shoved into your mouth. “What..? I said I had a greater hunger than you weak humans…. So since you couldn’t serve me… I’ll just find another way to satisfy my, dire, appetite..” Graeham shushes as he sticks his thumb further into your mouth, making a whine bubble in your throat as you continue to try to make your food while he keeps you still and silent.

And not before long, Gregor, Duncan and Fergus all join you both in the kitchen, and very soon, you find yourself being groped and squeezed and rubbed everywhere, soft coos of genuine praise leave their lips as your body starts to squirm against their unrelenting touch and gaze.

A hand gently squeezing your throat as you drool and whine around the thumb in your mouth, your jaw slowly getting caressed as two large hands spread and play with your bare ass after they striped you of your pants so they could see your little panties get stuck in between your cheeks, hands groping your belly while another pair of hands takes off your bra so they can flick and pinch at your pretty little nipples, and hands tying up your wrist and elbows behind your back while a thick finger slowly rubs up and down your tingling folds.

Your head is spinning so bad you can barely make sense of it, you hate them all! You do… so… why haven’t you bitten the thumb in your mouth? Why haven’t you fought them off? Why aren’t you screaming and yelling like you think you want to?-

“That’s it ya’ imp… just needed someone to put you in your place, right pretty girl? Just needed some authority so you don’t have to act out like a proper brat, hm..? It’s okay… we know… you just want to be a good little princess without any worries, yeah?” Graeham whispers gently into your ear, and you can’t help it when you nod along, maybe this is.. what you’ve needed..?

“That’s right, atta’ girl, that’s my good little princess… just sit there and look all pretty for your lords…” Duncan coos sweetly, and a little whimper bubbles in your throat as a reply.

You let them bend you over the edge of the couch, letting them watch your thinly veiled pussy soak the fabric as they watch over you, even as embarrassment and need boil in under your skin, it doesn’t stop your jaw from dropping as their pretty purple tips become very visible as their cocks lift up the kilts easily. Huge, fat, girthy, curved cocks promising to destroy whatever brattiness still linger within you.

It wasn’t long until you became a stupid mess of yourself, letting them split your little pussy apart so desperately while you do your best to relax your throat as they use all three of your soft holes and your sensitive breasts to warm up their cocks for hours before they fill you up with cum.

“That’s it… that’s it pretty girl… just take everything we give you… and we’ll forgive all yur’ payments, hm? Just let us have this…” Graeham offered with a low moan as he cums down your throat, and silently, eagerly, you swallow down his entire milky load in a joyous agreement.

How could you have become like this? Reduced to being a dumb little cock warmer for these absolute beasts? Hours upon hours of cockwarming them anywhere they want, being passed around like a slow blunt rotation as you’re skewered on all four cocks? Days upon days of being used as their personal stress ball at work, losing all sense of shame as they refuse to delight in their passion wherever they stand? Months upon months of eagerly sucking their cocks while they eat you out, because, it’s only fair, right? To now a year in of being a personal slut for your favorite orcs in the entire world, the orcs who saved you and let you build a home with them.

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[just-some-trans-nobody]

(Nsfw)

Orc boyfriend who's really into breeding kink, but his human mate don't want/can't have children, so he just keep filling up his mate anyway

December Christmas Monster stories

December 4.) Orc Breeding

Orc boyfriend x gender neutral reader

Thank you for this request! Hope you and everyone else enjoys. This gave me way to much trouble, for some reason everytime I went to save it, it just wouldn't save.

Warning: NSFW, breeding, cream pie, unprotected sex, no prep before sex, mention of pregnancy, small amount of alcohol

Minors don't interact!

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Wanting to do something romantic for your boyfriend on christmas you kicked him out for a few hours so you can set everything up. He left with friends to go get drinks, promising you he would be back in two hours giving you plenty of time to set everything up. 

Spreading flower petals down on the floor from the front door you made a trail of them to the bedroom you shared with your large hunk of an orc you loved oh so dearly. Next you set up candles here and there letting their sweet aroma fill the air. Turning on the stereo you put on a long playlist of songs to get nasty too, you knew to put on an extra long one, Grogmar loved to take his sweet time having his way with you and you loved that. The last step was to put on sexy Christmas lingerie. It was lacey with fuzzy white trim, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Picking your phone up you shot him a text to check and see when he would be back. Playing it safe you sent another text telling him to come alone for his surprise, you didn’t want to risk his buddies seeing you like this. You didn’t get a text right away so you set your phone down on the nightstand walking away just as you got a text back from him saying he had just parked. Going to the kitchen you pulled out two glasses and poured some champagne into them.

Hearing the door unlocking you picked the two glasses and stepped out of the kitchen right in time for Grogmar to open the door. His eyes looked to you and widened as he went stiff taking in the sight of you dressed like that. Grinning you struck a pose popping your hip out lightly. “Merry christmas~” You purred while holding up one of the glasses for him. Stepping inside he closed the door not breaking his stride as he approached you. With one hand he took the glass from you, his other hand going to your ass. His hand covered all of your cheek with it’s large size. “Now this is a merry christmas. Might be my favorite gift so far.” He chuckled, leaning in catching your lips with his in a heated kiss. Moaning against his lips you pressed your body against him feeling that he was already growing hard. Pulling away he trailed kisses down to your neck, his tusks rubbing against you as he kissed you like a desperate man. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” You moaned as he continued to attack your neck in kisses. 

“Can’t wait that long.” He mumbled against your neck before he hosted you up in one arm. Carrying you to the table he set you down on the edge before setting his glass down next to you. Watching him step back you brought your own glass up to your lips taking a long sip as he fumbled with his pants. “So eager to use your gift hmm~?” You teased watching as he finally got it off. “Always eager when it’s with you.” Grogmar said as he stepped in between your legs going back to kissing you neck drawing a moan from your lips. His hands gripped your thighs rubbing them at a rough pace as he gave them a squeeze. Moaning he grinded against you wanting any sort of friction. “Grog please.” You whispered, leaning your head back. “Please fuck me, fill me up with your cum.” You knew how exactly to push his buttons, you knew just how much that would rile him up and it did. Groaning against your next he pulled your legs open wider as he pushed his wide tip into you earning a moan from you. Grabbing onto his shoulders you had to hold onto him for support as he pushed more of his cock into you. No matter how many times he had taken you he was always just so damn big, he had to be careful at the start.

Panting you pressed your head against his chest, a soft whine leaving you as he stretched you open wide. “Doing so good for me baby, gonna fill you up so much. Yer gonna look pregnant once I’m done with you.” Grogmar knew that was impossible but the thought always got him hot and bothered. It rubbed a more feral part of his brain so nicely thinking about breeding you. Hearing your loud moan brought him back to reality, he was getting easily lost in the pleasure already. “You take me so well.” He moaned, thrusting into you harder causing you to cry out. “Oh fuck! Grog! Yes fuck just like that.” You screamed out not caring how loud you were getting, you couldn’t care less at that moment. His cock just felt too good, you didn’t think you could hold in any sounds even if you tried to. The wet sounds of his sloppy thrusts were barely covered up by the music playing in the background. “You love it when I pound you like this don’t you? You love when my cock stretches you so well.” Grog moaned, lifting your legs up onto his shoulders. Leaning down he pressed his chest to yours. His cock reaching into you deeper with his new position. Trying to answer him your words came out as moaning gibberish unable to talk as he fucked you stupid. “Gods look at you. The devinines would be jealous of your beauty.” He praised kissing your jaw. “Fuck! Grog!” Was all you were able to say as you let out a choked moan. “F-fill me up… Need it… please please!” You whined as you started to claw at his back. Grogmar groaned feeling your nails on his back, it was a good kind of pain he was more than happy to feel. He would gladly show them off if you managed to leave a scar from it, though it was unlikely to happen. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he grew closer to his orgasim, you were close too. “How could I say no when you're asking so nicely?” He asked as he started to thrust faster slamming his hips into in a unrelenting pace. Throwing your head back against the table you let out a scream of pleasure as you tightened around him cumming. Your tightness drove him to the edge causing him to cum inside of you. “Yes of fuck Grog fill me up with your cum!” You moaned encouraging him. Bending over you he grunted and groaned as he kept thrusting, riding out his orgasmism making sure he got every drop of his seed into you. Panting his hips slowed to a stop as he pressed his head against your shoulder. “Haa~ felt so good.” He mumbled gently rubbing your thighs. “You're always so good for me.” Grogmar praised placing gentle kisses all over your shoulder and neck. “Mm you do too Groggy. Now let's get cleaned up and unwrap the other gifts.” You said trying to sit up a little. “Did you forget what I said?” Grogmar whispered tusks grazing against your neck as he spoke. Confused and a little dazed, you looked down at him. Opening your mouth you began to ask what he meant when you let out a sudden moan feeling a harsh thrust. “You're going to look pregnant once I’m done and you don’t look pregnant yet so I ain’t done yet.” He explained, his grip on your thighs tightening again as he continued to thrust into you. Moaning you laid back down on the table more than happy to keep going. This definitely was your best Christmas yet.

[outergh0st]

I've been enjoying Hytale so much I had to draw my orc avatar from the game ❤️

[callaxes]

[leresq]

Tieflings in holy paladin armour, dressed in white and gold and flowing silk. Orcs in finely pressed noble's attire, tasteful tusk rings, stamping letters with a wax seal. Drow in simple slacks, boots, and a straw hat, tending to their crops at night so they don't get sunburn.