Orc girlfriend who wants to be soft for you. She has spent her whole life fighting. Her body is ravaged by scars and burns. Her hands and fear are basically just callouses. Her hair is routinely chopped off or her head completely shaved because that’s one less thing to worry about during battle.
However, nothing feels better than when she grows it out and you brush it out. When you put a face mask on her and giggle as you convince her to let you pamper her with a spa day. The first time she even has her nails painted is when you beg her, and there’s something about the way that you smile when you do it, so careful to get it perfect, that makes her heart swell.
The sex is amazing, of course, but she just feels her heart swell every time she looks at you. She’s a warrior, a fighter, a killer, but when she looks at you, all she wants is to be a wife.
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.
Ingredients: first time, reader from a cult :( , self pleasure,desperate needy reader, begging,
Praise. So brave!!!
Sapphic orc gf x f!human reader.
Voters chose: orc gf with a curious but cautious reader!!! Thank you for participating I hope you
all enjoy!!
And yes i formatted the text this way on purpose
You were doing this wrong!! You had to be!!! The videos weren't helping. They were just making
things happen that you were absolutely SURE werent supposed to be happening. You had been
at it for hours and nothing had happened. Frustrated and fighting off tears you exit out of the
window. Paperwork tossed onto the ground and bed on how to use “ proper techniques”. But
they were no help.
You couldn't do it. You had to have been broken. Maybe they broke you before you had gotten
out. Maybe nothing you could do now could salvage you. Maybe you were beyond saving. But
one person would know. Hands trembling you fish your phone from off the nightstand,
immediately sending out a text. Fingers hen picking out the letters one by one, blurring through
unshed tears.
You were SO BAD at this. But you knew one person- no one monster who would be able to give
you straight to the point advice. Emen.
Text 10:43 pm: good evening Emen, I hope you're doing well! In our last meeting you said I
could ask you anything and I would like to take you up on that offer, if I may?
Text 10:43 pm: you do not have to. I admit it is embarrassing.
You lay there biting back frustrated sniffles, wiping off your nose again and again. Tissue after
tissue.. Until finally the green check appeared and the dots began dancing. Emen!!!
Terror fills your heart about what would come next.
Emen: 10:57: hey! I didn't peg you for a night owl. What's up?
Emen:10:57: you can ask anything. It's what I'm here for! :)
Heart racing you roll onto your stomach and get comfortable. Feet kicking anxiously against the
fluffy bed the werewolf lady had built for you. Thank goodness for her otherwise you would have
had so much trouble figuring out how to assemble it.
Text: 11:18 I think I'm doing something wrong on my homework. Dr. Riart is going to be so
disappointed.
Emen:11:21: no he won't! What's your homework?
Text 11:26: I'm supposed to oh I can't type it it's so embarrassing and feels horrible to say.
Emen: 11:28; we made a deal if you had to kill someone you'd let me do it 🤭
Text 11:30: no no not that
Text 11:31: it's body related
Emen 11:31: oh?
Text 11:31: Yes.
Emen 11:33: what kind of body thing? Like a drawing? Or medical exam?
Text 11:40: An activity for self fulfillment.
Emen 11:40 oh?
Emen 11:40: OH!
Emen 11:40: Oh….😏
Emen 11:40: so how's that going?
Floundering you bury your face in the pillow,muffling a loud shriek of frustration. You know you
have to ask. But it feels so wrong. So very wrong! Feeting kicking against that fluffy quilt she
brought you, you scream again.
Text 11:55: I'm doing it wrong. It isn't working.
Emen 11:55: I can assure you that isn't the case. You just have to give it time
Nose wrinkling you shoot back an immediate:
Text 11:56: I've been trying all day!
Emen 11:57: did you try watching a video?
Text 11:57: yes! And I just keep doing things and it isn't working
Emen 11: 58: what do you mean by doing things?
Text 12:02: it's just not working! Im doing it wrong!! How do I do it right?
Emen 12:05: yknow what ? I'm not doing anything tonight. Why don't I come by?
Text 12:06: Yes!!! Please!! You're my hero, Emen!!
Scrambling about cleaning up helps you avoid the mounting anxiety. Laptop carefully shoved to
the side. Nightgown straightened from its haphazard state and by the time you had tossed away
the last tissues and re-assembled the wellness kit there was a knock at the door.
For once you're glad you're in the same building as all these monsters! Padding out to the living
room you still check through the peep hole. Emen takes up the entire view. It isnt her fault, the
hulking orc was just that impressive.
Opening it you peek out, smiling wider when you see she brought some snacks. Clad in her
pajama shorts and a thin shirt showing every muscle and the soft swell of her chest, Emen was
a sight to behold. If not intimidating. “Hi!”
“Good evening,” you greet holding the the open for her..
Stepping inside she gazes around your still mostly bare interior. “Where's your laptop, love?”
Bringing her the device you play the host, getting her a drink and attending to her. Even doing
as she requests and sitting beside her on the couch. Leaning against her transfixed as she surfs
the web with an ease you envy.
She smells nice and it leaves your stomach churning. Maybe from more than anxiety.
“I'm going to find some videos for you to watch and put them in the tabs. That way you can
watch them later.” Emen informs looking down at you with a snort. Her hand rubs absently along
your cheek. “You're all red in the face. Feeling shy?”
Ducking away into her shoulder you nod. Nuzzling into her instinctively. “Can't we watch one
together?” You ask, and instantly she's stiffening beside you.
“Well, we could but if we do it could be awkward.” She goes on to explain what porn was and
that only opens the flood gates.
You fire question after question at her: what kind of porn was there? How is it made? Are those normal people? Why is that person
tied up? Are they safe? What's a kink?
But the one that breaks her is: what kind do you like?
“Oh uh!!!” Averting her gaze she rubs her arm. “I uh don't think you'd like it.” She admits,
bashfully fiddling with the keyboard.
“You don't know and I don't know so let's find out.” Squeezing her bicept your breasts barely
contained by the nightgown press against her bare arm. If only you knew what you were doing
to her.
Her eyes drop and fall into your cleavage.
“Is something wrong? Are you mad?” it only made you squeeze her arm tighter. Maybe you
were being offensive somehow? You had made so many mistakes with the monsters and
though you were watching documentaries and studying you were so behind. Voice dropping to a
shameful whisper you release your death grip on her arm. “Did I say something? Please tell me
so I can learn and apologize.”
“No, no you didnt!” Emen reassures yet she's still stammering and blushing. “ It's uh it's just. Let
me just show you what I like, okay?” Typing into the browser you nestle back up beside her. She
leans against you and when you rest your head on her shoulder she places her cheek atop your
hair.
The cursor scrolls passed video after video until finally she clicks on one.
Your world explodes. Eyes wide you watch as a gorgeous orc presses her finger deep inside a
voluptuous woman. You had no idea that hole did something other than bleed. Frozen solid
each exaggerated moan and gyration of hips leaves your legs clenching tighter and tighter.
“Emen?” You murmur turning into her arm. “I feel strange again, is that good?”
Turning she asks softly,“do you uh like that? Humans and orcs I mean?”
A loud moan breaks the tension and the orc on screen showcases exactly how powerful a
tongue can be. Spell bound you watch until they switch positions but you can't can't away.
Everything's clicking into place.
“I want it.” You admit more to yourself than her. You hadn't been given anything for two females.
Just male and female and now-Emen breaks your thought cycle.
“Do you want that with someone? Someone like me?” She speaks slowly and concisely, closing
the laptop and placing it on the side table. “I can provide for you. If youd like?”
“I do!” You chirp, grabbing onto her arm again. “I do want you like that.” You knew Emen would
help. She always helped. Standing you tug on her hand for her to follow you. “I thought of you
so much earlier but I kept getting all wet and gross.”
Her eyes bulge, “what?!”
Leading her into the room you turn the light back on. Still no paint but you were working on it.
“Yes! So I stopped. I must have been doing it wrong, right?” Standing beside the bed you finally
notice her shocked expression. “Are you alright?”
“what? Yes? Yes! I'm fine.” She laughs rubbing her neck sheepishly. “More than fine actually. It's
really nice and honoring to hear you think I'm attractive like that.”
“Here look this is what I got at the doctors office.” Bringing out the packet you watch her flip
through it. Emens brow furrows so cutely and her lopsided tusks were so endearing. You
wanted to touch one again. Just like you did behind the waterfall.
“Here come sit with me.You were doing it right. Getting wet isn't gross it's good, love, it's good.”
Scooching back onto your bed until her back was against the wall she beckons again for you to
join her. “C'mon I don't bite.”
Suddenly things were happening again. Suddenly your stomach is Flipping and heart racing.
Wringing your hands you watch her get comfortable on your bed. It was so strange seeing a bigmonster on your pastel bed. But maybe that was a flawed thought pattern. Maybe monsters
weren't big and brutish and cruel. Emen certainly wasn't.
You could trust her.
She calls your name. “Sit against me.” Her legs part and she guides you into the cove of her
arms and legs. “C'mon. I don't bite unless you ask.” Emen laughs, placing one of your pillows
against the wall. That caring patient smile remains. A godsend in this nerve wracking moment.
Obediently you join her. Murmuring apologies as she guides you to lay against her broad chest.
Her ample broad chest.
For some odd reason the feeling of her against you sends your heart pounding. The jitters you
felt before now grew to a frantic pace sending your body trembling.
Her face presses against your hair, whispering your name against your ear. Tusk scraping
against the side of your head. “Do you fear me?” A strange dip in her voice. So deep and
beautiful.
“No,” You stammer despite the trembles shaking your body, keeping your legs firmly closed.
“Just-just nervous and maybe maybe a bit excited.” You admit rubbing your face as if you could
remove the heat scorching your cheeks.
“That's good.” She assures her large hands rubbing your shoulders. Each one sends that feeling
in your stomach twisting and turning. Emen smells so good. Warm and smokey.
Just like the candle burning a few feet away, her hands melt away all that tension. But the
tremors remain. “Please.” You don't know what you're asking for. You don't know how you want
the feeling to end but you do. It felt desperate and makes your stomach lurch.
“Please Emen, it feels strange.” Pressing back against her for comfort, your hands grasp only
hers. “Please make it better.” Your pleading is genuine. Desperate. Tearful. “I tried and it didn't
work.”
It awakens something in her.
“I will make you feel better, I promise.” Her hands break from yours. Dragging slowly up your
legs, pulling the nightgown with them. Each time her skin scrapes along your sends that feeling
higher and your body's shaking harder.
You tense as the dark fabric hikes over your hips revealing just what you had been trying to
figure out. “It was too wet to put them back on.” Despite the sharp press of your thighs together
both of you could plainly see how naked you were. How wet you were.
“I tried thinking of you and- and I just kept getting messy.” Your eyes squeeze shut. You can't
see this. Not with her here to witness how horrible you were at this.
“Want me to show you?” She inquires with a light chuckle, “I know you're doing perfect, baby
girl. You just need some guidance.” Her thick hands begin rubbing up and down your thighs
sending that twisting horrible feeling lower in your body. Something hot coils in your stomach. It
keeps you quivering beneath her.
“Emen,” You try your best. “ Yes, please.”
“Always so polite, and how can I deny such manners?” Her tusk rubs against your cheek as she
purrs out a gruff “especially when you're this cute.” Her voice deepens lustfully against your ear,
“especially knowing you touched yourself thinking of me.”
Shivering as that emotion pools hotter and lower you swallow, “is that bad?”
“No, not at all. I assure you I am flattered.” Emen informs continuing to scrape her tusk along
your skin. “ I am going to touch you. If it feels bad or you want to stop, tell me or tap my leg. If
you want me to slow down, tell me or tap the bed.Do you understand?”
You nod.
But she doesn't take that. “Repeat back to me so I know you know.”
“ uhm slow down is tap the bed or speak and stop is tap you leg or speak?”
“Good. Good. Its important that we do this in a way that's comfortable for you.
Understand?”Prying open your trembling thighs you watch her hands helpfully press them apart.
“This is all for you, baby girl.” Rubbing soothingly up and down until her hand settles against
your mons. There she begins softly pressing. “How's this feel?”
Your body jerks in response everything heating up. “Good.”
“Good.” She affirms and her hand sinks lower. Pressing her thick finger along your folds. You
startle and gasp, clutching her arm.
Emen laughs against your ear. “These are your labia. Everyone's looks different, and yours are
so cute.” Running her finger up and down the edges of them she continues her soft teasing. “I
want to take them in my mouth and show you exactly how good they can feel.”
“In your mouth?!” You interject startled, “that is a thing?!”
“Yes, a very important thing. Theyre very sensitive to touch. See, they're red and swollen
because you were touching yourself.” She informs v-ing her fingers she gradually begins. Speed
and pressure steadily increasing as she whispers duskily against your ear. “This wet is good. It
means you feel good and your body wants more. Can you feel it in your stomach?”
“Yes, that's good?” You manage between short gasps and swallowed mewls.
Her breathing hitches against your back. “It's very good. How do you feel right now?”
How did you feel? Chewing your lip through another erupting groan, your hips shifting back and
forth. “Like- uhm! Like I need it but I need it to end? Like I want it but i-” stammering you swallow
as her fingers work you faster. Her rough palm pressing against something. That something you
had tried to figure out. “Emen! Help me! Do that again!”
She does. A smirk growing against your neck as she changes to rub your clit with her palm.
Enjoying how you're begging her and shaking like a little helpless animal. “Don't worry,” her lips
press kiss after kiss along your neck. Growing wilder as your neck falls to the side giving her
further access. “I will help you, baby girl.”
Soon she's tasting and sucking upon your neck. Biting and scraping with her tusks on wet
teased skin. Enjoying how you're jumping and squeaking. Every pure response to a new
sensation embedded upon her memory for life. “You're so beautiful like this.” She compliments,
“you're being so brave.”
With every rotation you lose more and more control of what your voice and body are doing.
Embarrassment ebbing away under a torrent of pleasure. Soon you're pressing back against her
hand pleading with her. Pleading for more. Whimpering her name. Struggling through each
strained moan until it feels unbearable.
Again you plead for her to help you. “I-I feel weird!!.”
Except she just laughs. Her opposite hand wrapping around you. A tender embrace you needed
at that moment. Needing to grapple onto her arm, breasts pressing against her bicep through
her torment until your body freezes and your world breaks.
Her lips press kiss after kiss on your neck. Tusk scrape after scrape on your cheek. “Good, see?
That's what's supposed to happen.” Her hands rubbing your arms soothingly as you come back
down.
That must have been what everyone looked for. That was what the papers were talking about.
Panting you turn to stare up at her, eyes glossy and wide you breath, “again.”
“Huh?”
“Do it again.” You insist already feeling heat taking over your body.
“Alright. If you're sure.” At your nod she squeezes you into a hug. “Spread your legs. Mmm
good. Now, use your fingers and spread those little folds for me.”
Bashfully you comply, heart racing as cold air hits your body. “Like this?”
“Just like that. See, youre a fast learner. “ her fingers join yours, keeping you wide. “ see that?
Yeah that's your vaginal canal. It's where the penis goes. “ her lopsided smile presses against
your ear, “or my finger if you'd like?”
“But it's so big! How will it fit?!”
She giggles, “oh, it'll fit. But let's start with yours.” Carefully she uproots your hand from where it
was perched. Guiding your finger into your cunt. “Sssh shhh shhhh you're doing good. Feel
yourself stretching on your finger? It'll pass. ” Holding you there while you gasp and tremble
through your adjustment to the new sensation. “Good. Good job, baby girl.” Loving how you turn
and bury your face against her arm whimpering her name.
And then finally as you relax and your body rises- you needily moan.
“Good. Look at you taking care of yourself.” Her hand over yours she moves you. Helping you
finger yourself until you cum, clutching your own finger tightly between your gummy walls.
And you think it couldn't feel better. You think. Until her finger takes advantage of that wet pussy
and slips in beside yours. Each delve of both your fingers sends you pitching into a frantic plea
for release. Tears swim in your eyes. Your thighs shaking but it's futile nothing can stop the
orgasm from devouring you whole. You squirt and squirt and squirt choking back panting sobs.
Emen's finger not stopping.
Her thumb resting against your clit. Rubbing it in time with her delving finger. A finger which now
switches to rubbing your gspot. Pinning it between her finger and the pressure she places upon
your clit.
All while you spasm and sob her name. Pleads for her. Begging her. Tears run down your face.
Each time you cum she praises you. And then she brings you to tears again at how good you
felt. How absolutely desperate you were for more.
Soon your positions have changed. Her face is pressed right into your cunt. Lips and fingers
covered in you and growing wetter by the moment. Your hands digging into her hair as she
shows you newer and newer sensations. Newer feelings. Until you fall asleep, blissfully clinging
to her.
Not awake to watch her finger herself as she gazes upon your sweet sleeping face.
