How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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Your feet barely touched the ground before he had you inside his tent. One second you were speaking to him, the next his huge hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you into the dim, musky space. The air smelled of leather, smoke, and male need—thick enough that your breath hitched.
He slammed the flap shut and turned, chest heaving, tusks bared in something that was not a smile. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, his body trembling with the kind of hunger you could feel in your bones.
“Need you,” he growled, voice rough like gravel grinding against stone. “Now.”
You had no time to answer. His massive hand fisted in your clothes and tore, fabric shredding like parchment. You gasped as cool air licked over your bare skin, nipples hardening instantly under his hungry gaze.
Then he was on you—pressing you down onto the furs, his weight a crushing, intoxicating force. His mouth found your neck, tusks scraping, teeth biting hard enough to bruise. You moaned as his tongue followed, hot and wet, marking you as his.
“Mine,” he snarled into your throat, hips grinding against yours. You felt him—gods, you felt him—thick and hard, already leaking, straining against the rough hide pants that barely held him. The sheer size of him made your stomach twist with both fear and aching want.
He didn’t bother undressing you gently. Your legs were spread wide by his hands, pinned apart as he ripped at his laces, freeing himself with a guttural sound that made your pulse stutter.
You glanced down and gasped. He was massive, thick veins bulging along his shaft, slick with precum that dripped down to his heavy balls. Your mouth went dry.
“Too big—” you started, but he cut you off with a sharp kiss, teeth clashing against yours, his tongue invading your mouth until you were gasping against him.
“You take me,” he grunted, voice low and shaking. “You take all. Need to breed you, fill you, make you swollen with me.”
The words sent a jolt straight through you, heat pooling between your thighs. Your protest melted into a whimper as he pressed the broad head of his cock against your entrance, already slick from your arousal. He pushed—hard. The stretch was brutal, burning, tearing you open wider than you thought possible.
You clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle. “Fuck—it’s—”
“Relax,” he growled, forcing himself deeper, inch by merciless inch. “You can take it. You will.”
The blunt crown popped inside with a shock of pain and pleasure that made your back arch. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He shoved forward until you were crying out, your walls fluttering helplessly around the sheer girth filling you. By the time his hips met yours, you were split wide, stuffed so full you swore you could feel him pressing against your stomach.
“Perfect,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple. “Tight, hot… gods, you’re made for me.”
Then he moved.
The first thrust drove the air from your lungs, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, obscene slap. You screamed, nails dragging red lines down his back. He grunted in answer, rutting into you with animal desperation, each thrust deeper, harder, faster than the last. The furs beneath you grew damp with your slick as he used you, your body trembling from the force.
You could barely think, barely breathe. The stretch was overwhelming, the friction devastating, your clit grinding against the base of his cock with every savage thrust. Pleasure bloomed sharp and unbearable, your moans spilling loud and broken into the air.
“Gonna fill you,” he panted, voice hoarse with need. “Stuff you so full, you’ll leak for days. Breed you till your belly round with my seed.”
The filth of it snapped something inside you. You came hard, body clenching down around him, milking him as stars burst behind your eyes. He roared, slamming deep, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently inside you.
Hot, thick cum flooded your womb in heavy spurts, spilling past the seal of your stretched pussy to drip down your ass. You sobbed at the heat, at the fullness, at the way he kept thrusting through it, chasing more.
He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Even as his seed leaked out, he growled and pulled back only to pound into you again, chasing another climax, another release. His rut had no end—only need.
By the time his weight finally collapsed against you, your body was trembling, thighs sticky and soaked, cunt aching and stretched raw from being filled over and over. His cock still twitched inside you, stubbornly hard, as if ready to start all over again the moment he caught his breath.
His teeth scraped your ear, voice rough but softer now. “Not done. Gonna breed you all night.”
Summary: Grommash is determined to have you as his mate. There’s only one problem: Grom is too big.
Author’s note: Oh, boy. I have been OBSESSED with orcs lately. Especially the orcs in the Warcraft movie. Disclaimer btw: I don’t know a lot about Warcraft beyond the movie. I know some lore beyond that. So I apologize in advance. Also I wrote this in a way that you, my dear reader, don’t need to know anything about Warcraft either. Hopefully it can also be enjoyed as just a orc x human fic. And this is my 4th time writing smut, 2nd time writing it in oneshot format so I’m still very new to this lol. Also I don’t know orcish and the internet gave me very mixed translations, so I pieced it together the best I could.
Warning/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! Reader, Grom might be a little OOC but I don’t care, teratophillia/monster fucking, orc x human, oral sex (f! receiving), size differences (Grommash is bigger than you no matter your size, these orcs are big, okay?), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, just the tip but not actually, unprotected p in v, missionary position, mating press, slight breeding kink if you squint, Grom is secretly a sweetheart, change my mind, love confessions, self indulgent filth, not beta read, yeah I know having sex with an orc this big would be borderline impossible but I don’t care, I swear I made straight A’s in all of my anatomy classes
Also just a for some fun references check out this post and this post about the hand size of the orcs in this movie. I find their size absolutely fascinating and I had to make a fic exploring that.
Word Count: 3.3k
Being the mate of an orc is an interesting experience. It was already uncommon for a horde member to pick a human as a mate. And it was still frowned upon by many orcs. Grommash didn’t care though. Nobody could tell him that he couldn’t have you. From the moment he first saw you he felt himself being pulled towards you.
For the most part, picking you as his mate had been smooth sailing. He had asked you to go on a hunt alone with him. Orcs hunted all the time but asking someone to hunt alone with them tended to be an indication that they were choosing a mate. You didn’t know this when you had agreed to go. But it became obvious when halfway through the hunting trip Grom had pressed you against a tree, his large frame encapsulating you. Soon the hunting trip had turned into a heated make-out session.
Everything was going according to plan. He had gotten you back to his tent and sat you on the edge of his bed. There was only one problem in his plan to make you his mate: Grommash was too big.
There was simply no way that all of him could fit inside of you. You were absolutely sure of it.
There was one undeniable fact about orcs and that was that they were massive. They were bigger than all humans. It didn’t matter your size. They outweighed and towered over every human they came across. And Grommash was no exception. He was a warrior and the Chieftain of the Warsong clan after all, not to mention one of the biggest orcs in the clan.
His biceps were rounder than your head. His hands were bigger than your face. His fingers were incredibly large compared to yours.
You honestly weren’t sure what you were expecting but when you removed his pelt you were at a loss for words.
There was no way.
His cock was heavy and hard, hanging down in front of your face as you sat on the edge of the bed. It was green like the rest of his skin, the head was flushed a purple color.
You lifted it up a bit with your hand, feeling the weight of it. It was long and thick. You couldn’t even wrap your hand around it, your fingertips nowhere close to even meeting your thumb. You were too stunned to speak and your brain was scrambling to figure out the logistics of this massive thing going inside of you.
Grommash seemed to read your mind. He brought his thumb up to your face and rubbed your cheek. He smirked as he looked down at you.
“You don’t have to worry about it just yet,” he said.
As much as Grom wanted to plunge his cock all the way inside of you, he was content with pleasuring you in other ways for now.
His large hand moved down, resting on your shoulder. His thumb grazed your throat as he gently pushed you onto your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he knelt in front of you.
His hand found its way to the hem of your pants, hesitating for a moment to look up at you. After giving him a swift nod of approval his fingers latched underneath the hem. He mumbled something about “humans always wearing too much clothes” as he slid off your pants and underwear.
Grommash hummed to himself as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs as far apart as he could.
“Look at that,” he said.
He was staring at your glistening cunt in awe. You could hear a growl rumble in his chest as he brought his large fingers up to you, gently rubbing across your folds with his thumb. He grazed against your clit causing a gasp to escape your lips.
“So wet for me already,” he said, rubbing slow circles against your clit.
He paused for a moment causing you to whine. He shushed you as he spread apart the lips of your cunt with his large fingers. His index finger dipped down, lingering against your entrance but not entering. He looked as if he was deep in thought.
Maybe, just maybe.
Grommash leaned down further until his face was level with your pussy. He wrapped his hands around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He nuzzled his head in between your legs, tusks pressing into the skin between your thighs, as he licked experimentally up your folds.
You moaned, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Grommash chuckled before licking again, this time dipping his tongue into you. There was another rumble from his chest, the taste of you on his tongue unlocking something feral inside of him.
The grip on your thighs got tighter as he lapped at your cunt, licking and plunging into you in a desperate attempt to taste more of you.
Your hand snaked down, resting on his head as you moaned his name. Your fingers entwined in his raven hair, gripping just a bit. He growled in response, sending vibrations through your body. You shuddered a bit at the sensation.
He dragged his tongue against you, occasionally wrapping his large lips around your clit, sucking at the bud before dipping back down, fucking his tongue into your hole.
“Mmm…Grom, it feels so…good,” you moaned.
Without warning you felt Grom’s thick index finger begin to push inside of you. A guttural moan left your mouth as your back arched, grinding yourself against his face mindlessly. His finger stretched your walls as he entered you. There was some pain but your wetness let him slide in easier than either of you would have expected. It felt so perfect.
His tongue licked upwards before focusing on your clit, sucking it into his mouth once more. Your hips bucked against him causing him to groan. He slid his finger out before pushing it back in. He curled it inside of you, sliding it against your spongy walls. This was pleasure you simply had never experienced until now.
Before you knew it, he was pushing a second finger in, stretching you out more. Your mouth fell agape as you struggled to make any sound. You had never felt so full before. There was more pain than before but he didn’t give you much time to think about it as he plunged both fingers inside of you, thrusting his hand at a faster speed than before.
“Gods, Grom,” you moaned as gripped his hair a bit tighter.
The tent was soon filled with lewd, wet sounds as Grom relentlessly pumped his fingers into you. With every thrust of his hand, your cunt squelched, clenching around his digits.
“Grom, I’m gonna…”
It felt like your breath had been knocked out of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs involuntarily clamped down around Grom as he continued to curl his fingers into you, massaging and prodding at that spongy spot inside of you. His tusks pressed harder into your legs as he continued to devour you. You were sure you’d have bruises there by tomorrow but you didn’t care.
Your entire body shook as you rode your waves of pleasure, falling apart under Grom’s touch. You squirmed, your entire body felt too sensitive. Grom continued lapping at your clit, swirling his tongue around it.
“Grom, please,” you whined.
He pulled away momentarily, giving your clit a break. His fingers slowed but continued to slide in and out of you.
“Please what?” he questioned.
He leaned forward, placing his free hand beside your head. You tried to speak but found yourself at a loss for words, too entranced by the texture of his fingers inside you.
“Use your words, my dearest,” he cooed.
You tried to speak but you just couldn’t form the words. All you could do was moan as warmth pooled at your core. Your mouth hung open as Grommash’s hand began to speed up again. He watched you intently, studying your face as it contorted with ecstasy. Something inside of you was building and he knew it, bringing his thumb up to your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you.
It felt different from the orgasm before. It felt just as pleasurable if not more, but it felt so different, so foreign to your body that it almost worried you. You weren’t fully sure what was happening to you.
“Wait, Grom, wait,” you pleaded.
But it was too late. Another orgasm hit you causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. It felt like something snapped inside of you as his fingers curled, hitting that spongy spot once more. Your hips bucked into him as you gasped, your head falling back onto the furs below you, eyes squeezing shut. Your body trembled, tensing up as you rode out your climax.
“Mmm, look at the mess you’re making,” Grom said, groaning.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him in confusion. Your eyes drifted down watching yourself in amazement and mild horror as you squirted around his fingers. The clear liquid spurted out onto his large hands and the bed underneath you with every thrust of his fingers.
You moan at the sight, the euphoria of the new sensation overtaking you. Grom’s hand slowed and then pulled out of you slowly. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your entrance clenching and fluttering around nothing.
Grommash brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them.
“Who knew humans could taste so good?” he said.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” you said quietly.
The orc leaned down, pressing his body into yours and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Well, now you know,” he replied.
You hummed, bringing your hand up to his chest, grazing one of the piercings on his nipple.
He then kissed you on your lips. The cold metal ring on his tusk pressed against your cheek as he did so.
His hand pulled at your tunic, ripping it off completely underneath him. You were now completely bare.
His large hand kneaded at your breast, occasionally pinching at the nipple. You moaned against his lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.
As he pressed into you more, you could feel his erection between your legs, occasionally sliding against your sensitive skin. He ground his hips against yours, cock slipping against you, causing himself to groan as he feverishly kissed you.
You knew what he wanted but you weren’t confident that he was going to get it. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you, you were just worried still about him being inside of you.
As you pulled away from his lips you met his gaze, looking into his eyes. They were glazed over, lust-filled, and full of admiration. He wanted you. He needed so much more of you.
He ground his hips against you again.
“Need to be inside of you. Need to make you a proper mate,” he said in a low voice.
His hips bucked, causing you to moan as his cock slid across your folds, desire building up inside of you.
“I know. But I don’t think it’ll fit, Grom,” you said, quietly.
“Nonsense,” he grumbled as he got off the top of you.
He took his cock into his hand. It was already glistening with precum as he gave it a few lazy strokes.
“If you can take my fingers, you can take this,” he stated.
Just the sight of him jerking off was enough to make you spread your legs. You were basically salivating at the sight of him. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, although the fear of being ripped apart still lingered.
“Take it slow, okay? Don’t put all of it in, Grom. I really don’t think I can take all of it,” you said.
He spread your legs further apart before sliding his cock against your swollen clit, causing yet another moan to come out of you.
“Whatever you say, my dearest,” he said.
You took a deep breath as Grom began to push the head of his cock into you. You hissed as it stretched the tight band of flesh around your walls. You were practically dripping from your last orgasm but your wetness only helped so much.
Grommash let out a low groan as he pushed his member into you at an agonizing pace. Pain was surging through you, bringing tears to your eyes. He was only a few inches in before you placed a hand on his chest, silently stopping him.
“Are you okay?” he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I’m okay. I think that’s as far as you can go for now,” you said.
He hummed in response.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.
You sighed, leaning your head back for a moment. Eventually, the pain began to subside. You brought your hand up to him, sliding it down his chest before giving him a nod to continue.
He pulled out the few inches that were inside you before thrusting them back in. It took everything in him to not push every inch in. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to fill you up so badly but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you.
You whimpered as his hips snapped forward, pushing part of his cock into you. The stretch was otherworldly. You knew if he hadn’t fucked you with his fingers earlier there was no way you would’ve been able to take the tip of him. It may have not been much but it felt divine.
“Oh, Grom,” you moaned as he fucked into you.
You could hear your pussy squelching around him as you became more wet by the second.
Your hands found their way to his large arms, holding on to stabilize yourself. Your body had a mind of its own as you rolled your hips forward. Grommash growled, halting his movements.
“Grom, why’d you stop?” you whined.
“Look,” he said with a grunt.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down between the two of you. When you had rolled your hips moments ago, you had taken another inch of him without even realizing it. Too caught up in your pleasure to notice.
Grom rocked his hips into you, almost like he was silently asking you a question with his movements. He wanted to go further and you knew it. You moaned as he slowly began thrusting his hips again.
You were getting so wet. Surely you could take a bit more, right?
“I know you can take it. Let me show you just how good it can feel,” he said.
His shallow thrusts were already threatening to send you over the edge and you couldn’t deny it any longer, you wanted more of him.
You bucked your hips against him causing him to groan.
“Do you want all of it?” he asked.
“Yes…please. I need you,” you said in between broken moans.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Grommash hooked his hands under your knees, forcing your legs up as far as they’d go, pressing them against your chest. He replaced his hands with yours, making you hold your legs up. He then leaned forward, climbing on top of you. One of his hands was placed beside your head while the other lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in. He used his body weight to help sink into you, pushing in further than before, taking his time as he did so.
A choked moan left your mouth as your eyes welled up with tears. It was such a strange sensation. It hurt, a burning feeling seared into your core as Grom stretched you out. But the pain was also laced with pleasure.
Grommash’s hand left his cock, bringing it up and resting it by your head. He was a little over halfway in, sinking into you as he covered over your body. He hadn’t even begun thrusting yet and you already felt like you were becoming unglued.
“There you go. Taking it so well.”
He slid in deeper, another inch. Then another. And another. You whimpered, eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“My sweet human,” he cooed.
He wasn’t all the way in but his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, working the last of his way into you.
“You like that, huh? Like being full of my cock,” he said, picking up the pace.
You couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and moaned.
Grommash pulled out all the way to the head of his cock before slamming back inside of you. You yelped as the sound of wet skin smacking together filled the tent. You could feel low rumbles vibrating from Grom’s chest as he growled, getting louder with every thrust. You were slowly becoming a babbling mess as waves of ecstasy began to overtake you. The pain had subsided and all you could think about was Grommash and how good he felt.
Grom moved one of his hands, bringing it down between the two of you. He circled your clit with his thumb. It felt as if sparks were igniting. Every raw nerve was crackling with pleasure.
You were panting underneath him, growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. His movements were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close to. An all too familiar feeling was forming and your body began to shake.
“Oh, fuck. Grom, I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, my dearest,” he said.
And that was all you needed. You let out a wail as your vision clouded. Your body spasmed as your cunt tightened around him, somehow managing to suck him in more as if your body wasn’t ready to let go. He kept fucking into you, chasing his own release until his hips stuttered, bucking into you harder than ever. He let out a roar and you were sure the whole clan could hear both of you as the two of you rode out the pleasure, not that any of the orcs would’ve cared.
You could feel his cum, hot and leaking out of you as he slowly pulled his cock out. You closed your eyes as your legs fell from your chest, splaying out in front of you. You were still in a daze as Grommash sat on his knees for a moment, admiring you like you were an art piece. You were officially his mate and he was overjoyed.
You felt the bed shift as he got up. He was only gone for a moment and returned with a washcloth, cleaning you off gently.
You felt yourself drifting off. You were so warm and so very exhausted.
“Falling asleep on me?” Grommash joked as he laid down beside you.
You opened your eyes, looking up at the orc.
“Maybe,” you chuckled.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You kissed his chest, moving up to his neck, and then his jaw, pecking the inked skin. He held onto you tight as if he was afraid you’d be snatched away from him. You heard him mumble something in orcish that you couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” you questioned.
“Na dova dra,” he repeated, this time hearing him more clearly.
“And what does that mean?” you asked.
He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss against it.
“I love you,” he translated.
Your heart fluttered and you smiled. Admissions of love were another uncommon thing amongst the horde, especially towards humans. But it was true. Grom loved you very much.
You brought your hand up to his face, guiding him to yours. You kissed his lips gently before pulling away.
When the dangerous orc captain has gained a new war-prize... 😈
Captain Grimarr and Lady Jule are from my book The Lady and the Orc, and this gorgeous new art captures their dynamic so perfectly! Jule would never fall in love with such a bossy, belligerent orc... or would she? 😅
They're by the absolutely incredible MadCha, who I've wanted to work with for so long! So grateful to her for such stunning art! 💚
Orc x fem!reader— cum eating, dry humping, fingering, voyeurism, rough sex, clitoral stimulation
Pt1
“Hey neighbor, I was just talking about you,” your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor says as you walk over to his little group hanging out in his driveway.
His Orc, Naga, and Wolf friends all flash you a knowing smirk, their varying fangs glimmering sends a heat in your belly before you quickly stop yourself. You had to tone your horny ass self down. You didn’t wanna make a bad impression on a new city of people by being desperate for everyone’s cocks. You didn’t think that would fly here. As they stare your cheeks begin to heat up in a way you know is noticeable.
“Mentioned how I wanted to bring over a cup of coffee I made you,” he adds as if sensing your thoughts and trying to reassure you.
So he wasn’t going around talking about you to all his friends? Something tells you that’s not exactly true as his eyes gleam with arousal. You imagine it as you take the cup of coffee from his hands. Your hot neighbor sitting around with his equally hot friends, going over every little dirty detail. Raving about how good your tight cunt felt around his thick cock. All of them growing hard as he recounted the noises you made and how desperate you were to be filled while imagining it was them with you instead.
A choked whimper escapes you that you quickly try and hide beneath a pleased hum. You try your best to look casual as you subtly rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. But you’re briefly brought back to reality as your hot neighbor hands you the mug of coffee.
“Thank you for this, but—“ you say as you bring the mug to your lips only for your neighbor to brush a clawed finger along the edge of the cup and tilt it up, forcing you to take long gulps of the nicely warm drink. You meet his burning gaze, unable to look away, the tension simmering between you. And in front of all his friends. Fuck you can feel how wet you’re getting.
When he finally removes his finger you lower the cup with only a bit less than half left. Your mouth smacks as the taste bursts across your tongue. It was bitter as you expected coffee to be but also a bit sweet and… salty? It was certainly creamier than you expected it to be. You liked it. Probably more than you liked whatever blend you usually get. You’ll have to ask what his special ingredient is later.
“Thank you again but I was wondering if you guys could give me a ride? I’m in a really tough spot and I just need someone to get me going,” you say, voice strangely huskier than normal.
You clear your throat, glancing away, and look back up to all four of these damn fine men staring down at you as if they’re about to pounce. Your pussy flutters, clamping down around nothing at the thought of them actually doing just that. Their claws digging into your plush form, fangs grazing your sensitive skin, their big tongues ravaging your body to prepare you for their giant cocks.
“Work that is,” you add, voice growing husky all over again.
Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor chuckles darkly, the sound shooting right down to your core. He glances at his friends and a silent conversation passes between them. Then all of them are moving toward the car as if suddenly eager to get in.
“C’mon, sweetheart. We’re headed to work ourselves but we’ll get you off. Who are we to deny someone as cute as you?” He says smoothly, his raspy voice making that sound much more suggestive than you think he meant to.
Your hot neighbor rounds the car, taking the drivers seat. While his Wolf Hybrid friend quickly takes passenger. As if he didn’t want you getting to it first.
“You’ll have to ride in my lap though,” His Orc friend immediately says with a smirk as he hops in the backseat of the car. You follow after him, not wanting anymore seats taken from you.
“And why would I do that?” You ask, not wanting him to know how much you like the idea.
Just as you’re about to sit in the middle seat instead, the Orc’s giant hands are gripping your waist and plopping you down in his lap. Before you can argue or pretend to complain, the Naga gets in last and he curls half his long rattling tail into the middle seat while the rest takes up the remaining one.
“There’sss no more room,” the Naga says, forked tongue slipping out as he speaks and a second later his eyes dilate.
You blush, knowing he can probably taste your arousal in the air. In fact, they all probably can. The realization has you blushing deeper and growing wetter on the hot Orc. Especially as the Orc tugs you closer to his chest and you can feel the distinct bulge of his half-erect cock pressing deliciously along your clothed slit.
Hot neighbor starts on his way and you share your new place of work with them. They’ll know exactly where you are now nearly every day. It sends a strange thrill through you. Wolf Hybrid neighbor tells you that it’s on the way to their place so they’ll drop you off first but that it might take a little longer. They usually like to down the back roads.
You find that you don’t mind as you’re a lot more than just comfortable sitting in the hot Orc’s lap. That is until they actually start driving down the back roads and their… bumpy terrain.
A small grunt escapes you, eyes widening as the car starts rocking. Each jolt of the car has the Orc’s hardening length rubbing right up against your pussy. Your throat tightens as you try and choke down your moans. The Orc feels huge and he’s rubbing over every inch of your cunt. You swear you feel him rocking in sync with the rock. But what would be crazy.
Small talk fills the car and you’re grateful no one seems to be able to notice your inner torment. Small whines leave you as you practically bounce on the Orc’s clothed dick. It sends shocks through your system and you quickly grow more and more needy. The need to be filled and stuffed full itching at your skin.
“I think you’re wet enough f’me now, sweetheart. My patience grows thin. Fuckin’ need to get inside ya,” the Orc says, breaking you out of your lustful daze. It’s only then you register his panting breaths and the way everyone’s eyes shift toward you in the car.
“W-what?”
You yelp as the Orc jerks off your slacks and panties in one swift move and hooks your legs over each of his knees, spreading you wide for the whole car to see. Your glistening folds spasm as they’re exposed to the cold air.
Thoughts run through your head at a mile a minute. You should want to stop this. To scramble off this sexy Orc’s lap. But you only get more turned on, your arousal gushing out of you at the thought of him so suddenly taking you.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been wantin’ to fuck me since your fine ass walked over. That’s how this place works, right?” The Orc asks, almost mockingly.
His words wash over you, clouding your mind, as his hands explore your body. Slightly clawed fingers trail down and dip into your soaked folds. A low moan leaves you and instead of trying to get away you melt back into his chest, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers. He takes the time to prep you for his length and it slowly has you becoming an absolute mess in his lap. And you haven’t even had his cock yet.
You suck in a sharp breath as the hot Orc’s fingers leave you only to replace them with his thick angry tip. His pre-cum creating an even bigger mess of you. Your mind threatens to gain clarity again but then the Orc is pushing you down and splitting you open on his cock.
“Nngh! Ooh… Oh fuck,” you cry out, throwing your head back. The stretch of his girth forcing your gummy walls to accommodate him has your eyes rolling back. The deeper he goes the more you swear you’ve never been filled this good in your life.
The fact that you’re in a car full of men shifts back to the front of your mind and you lift your head to see them all still watching you with a fierce intensity.
Your hot neighbor continues to drive but you notice the way his eyes keep flicking back to you in the mirror. While his Wolf Hybrid and Naga friends each have all their cocks out, languidly stroking them to the sight of you stretched pretty on their friend’s cock. You whimper, basking in the attention, and a second later the Orc starts slamming you down on his massive cock.
“Fuck, dude, you were right. What a perfect pussy. They’re drenched f’me, just slipped right in. So warm and tight. Poor thing won’t get a moments rest in this place,” the Orc huffs and the car erupts into soft breathless laughter.
Aha! You knew your hot neighbor had talked about you with them. The praise is all you focus on and it has your walls squeezing the Orc’s length, wanting to make him go mad. A low growl vibrates from his chest to your back as he feels you get even tighter. His claws sink into your hips as he starts using his grip to fuck his cock up into you at a bruising pace. His thrusts syncing up perfectly with the rocky jostling of the car that only seems to be getting worse.
You cry out as the car’s movements also deepens the Orc’s momentum. You swear you can feel his dick all the way up in your throat. He’s stuffing you so full of him you don’t know if you can take it. You arch back into the Orc, putting on a show for him and everyone in the car. Through hooded eyes you watch as they furiously pump themselves to the sight of your body. It gets you so fucking hot. Their lustful eyes raking over your form. All of them wanting a piece of you, all of them jealous of the one who gets to fuck you.
The Naga flicks out his tail, the rattle on its tip moves in between your legs, wanting to do anything he can to give you more pleasure. You wait with bated breath and shriek as he rattles his tail, the vibration sending sparks throughout your body. The Orc snarls in your ear and picks up pace, jerking up his hips and meeting your thrusts in a way that has your toes curling.
“How do they look?” Your hot neighbor growls, knuckles white on the steering wheel, and sounding borderline feral. His cock aching against his slacks.
“They look so fucking sexy, man. Their tight pussy can barely take him,” His Wolf Hybrid friend moans, his hips twitching as he jerks himself off even harder.
“But they’re doing ssso well. Pretty thing will be ruined for anyone else,” the Naga adds, roughly rattling his tail against your clit. He thrusts up into each of his hands that pump at both of his dicks. You mewl, vision blurring at the intensity that wracks through you.
“Fuck, I think they’re about to cum!” One of them shouts but you’re too lost in the haze of pleasure to focus on which one it is. But then the Orc’s hot breath is curling around your ear and your mind clears enough to hear his rumbling voice.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuckin’ let go and cum on my cock. Squeeze the damn life out of me, you can do it.”
The cord snaps and jaw drops, fierce screams echo throughout the car as you explode all over his cock. Waves of ecstasy wash over you and you try your best not to pass out. The sight of you coming is a vision of pure art and none of the other men can hold on much longer.
The Naga lets go first, shooting his cum over any inch of bare skin he can reach. The Wolf Hybrid is close to follow in his friend’s footsteps as he cums all over you two. Seeing you all wrecked and messy quickly has the Orc slamming into you, burying himself to the hilt and shooting spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside you.
“Such a pretty slut you are, sweetheart. So easily made a mess from our cocks. You’re perfect,” the Orc rasps in your ear and you preen under his praise.
The rest of the car ride is spent with the monsters cleaning you up as you lay limply in the Orc’s lap. You take the time to regain your strength and you hope you’ll be able to feel your legs enough to walk into work.
When you arrive your hot neighbor gets out and greets you as the door opens. He helps you out and you immediately melt into his embrace. Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor laughs, leaning down and kissing the crown of your head.
“Next time, darling. Now get into work,” he murmurs intimately in your ear. Giving your butt a nudging pat.
As you walk in on wobbly legs, you glance around the lobby, looking for the headhunter that recruited you. He was meant to meet you and show you the ropes of the job. But he isn’t anywhere to be seen and you wonder what you’ll do next. You could ask the Demon Guard by the door where you could find him, head down the closest hall and hope you find the headhunter down one of the rooms, or you could head to your Minotaur Boss’ office and hope he can show you around.
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.
Monster Boyfriend that insists on cockwarming you daily. He says he needs to keep your pussy nice and stretched to be able to take him.
“Come on baby, you know I need you on my cock at least once a day. It took me months of working your pretty pussy open just to be able to take all of me. You wouldn’t want all my hard work to go to waste would you?”
It doesn’t even matter what you’re doing, he wants his cock inside you. You can’t deny him anyway when the stretch of his cock always feels so damn good 🤤🤤🤤
Rain comes down in sheets so thick the world blurs at the edges, turning the countryside into a wash of slate and green. The path you had been following—if it could even be called that—vanishes beneath mud and water. Your boots slip, your cloak is soaked through, and the cold works its way into your bones with methodical patience.
You don’t remember falling.
Only the moment before it: your breath hitching, your legs giving out, the sharp smell of wet earth. Then darkness folds in, gentle and complete.
When you wake, the first thing you notice is warmth.
Not the distant warmth of firelight across a room, but the kind that surrounds you fully—solid, close, almost too much. You are being held. Carried. The motion is steady and unhurried, as if whoever bears you has never once questioned the weight of another body in their arms.
Your eyes flutter open.
Stone arches overhead, wide and ancient, slick with rainwater that glistens as torchlight catches it. A broad chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, clad in thick leather and wool. The scent of rain gives way to something else—woodsmoke, turned soil, iron, and the faint, unmistakable musk of an orc.
You tense.
The movement is felt immediately.
A low sound rumbles through the chest beneath you—not a growl, not quite, but something close. The arms holding you tighten by a fraction, reflexive and sure.
“Easy,” a voice says.
It is deep, resonant, worn smooth by use. Not unkind.
“You’re safe,” he continues, as if stating a fact rather than offering comfort. “Don’t move yet.”
You would argue, but your body betrays you. The world tilts, nausea rolling through you in slow waves. Your fingers curl into the front of his tunic without conscious thought.
The orc huffs softly. Amused, perhaps. Or relieved.
He ducks through a wide stone doorway, rain abruptly cut off as thick oak doors slam shut behind you. The sound echoes, final and solid. The storm is reduced to a distant roar, muffled by walls that have stood for generations.
Warmth blooms properly now.
A hearth crackles nearby, firelight painting the stone interior in gold and amber. The farmhouse is larger than you expect—high ceilings supported by dark beams, shelves stacked neatly with jars, tools, folded cloth. Everything has a place. Everything looks used, cared for.
The orc carries you across the room and lowers you onto a bench near the fire with surprising gentleness. Only then do you fully see him.
He is tall, even for an orc. Broad-shouldered, built with the dense strength of someone who works land rather than wages war. His skin is a deep, weathered green, scarred here and there by old cuts and burns that have long since healed. His tusks curve modestly from his lower jaw, polished smooth from habit or thought.
Dark hair, braided back and tied with a strip of leather, falls loose as he straightens. His eyes—amber, sharp—never leave you.
“You collapsed on my land,” he says. “In a storm like this, that’s as close to a death wish as humans get.”
You manage a weak, breathless laugh. “Wasn’t intentional.”
“I believe you.” He pauses. “Doesn’t change the outcome.”
He crouches in front of you, movements careful despite his size, and reaches out. You flinch before you can stop yourself.
His hand stills in midair.
A flicker of something crosses his face—irritation, maybe, but buried beneath restraint.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, slower now. “But you’re soaked through. If I don’t get you warm, you’ll be shaking by morning. Worse.”
You swallow, nodding once.
“Alright,” you whisper.
His touch is deliberate. He peels off your cloak, heavy with rain, sets it near the fire. His fingers brush your wrist as he checks your pulse, thumb pressing lightly. He frowns.
“Fast,” he mutters. “You didn’t eat today.”
It isn’t a question.
“I meant to,” you say. “Road took longer than I thought.”
“The road doesn’t matter,” he replies. “You do.”
The words hang between you, weighty in a way he does not seem to notice—or chooses not to acknowledge.
He stands and moves with purpose then, filling a kettle, hanging it over the fire. He brings you a thick wool blanket and drapes it around your shoulders, tucking it in with a care that borders on intimate.
“You have a name?” he asks.
You give it.
He nods once. “I’m Gharrek of Stonehollow.”
The name fits him. Solid. Grounded.
He watches you sip warm broth later, seated on the bench while he leans against the counter, arms crossed. His gaze tracks every movement—the way your hands tremble less with each swallow, the color slowly returning to your face.
“You can stay the night,” he says eventually. “The storm won’t let up before dawn.”
“Thank you,” you say. “I won’t be any trouble.”
A corner of his mouth lifts. “On my land, you’re already trouble.”
You’re not sure if he’s joking.
One night becomes two.
The rain does not stop. Roads wash out. The fields beyond the farmhouse turn to thick, sucking mud that would swallow a cart whole. Gharrek checks the path each morning with a farmer’s practiced eye and comes back shaking his head.
“Not safe,” he says. “Not for someone your size.”
You bristle faintly at that, but you do not argue. You’ve seen the state of the road yourself from the doorway, how it curves away into a slick, treacherous mess.
The farmhouse settles into a rhythm.
Gharrek rises before dawn, moves quietly so as not to wake you. You catch him once, watching you from the threshold of the small guest room, expression unreadable. He does not apologize when you meet his gaze.
“You were cold,” he says simply. “I wanted to be sure you were still breathing.”
You’re not sure how to respond to that.
During the day, he works the land that surrounds the house—fields bordered by stone walls, winter crops carefully tended, livestock sheltered in sturdy barns. You offer to help. He hesitates longer than necessary before agreeing.
“You stay where I can see you,” he says.
It sounds like a rule. You treat it as one.
You sit on the wide stone counter in the evenings while he cooks, legs swinging slightly as he chops vegetables with hands that could crush bone if he wished. He hands you bits to taste, watches your reactions closely, adjusting spices without comment.
When you thank him, he inclines his head like it is expected.
“You eat well here,” he says. “That will continue.”
It is not phrased as hospitality. It is a statement of intent.
At night, you sit by the fire and talk—carefully, at first. You tell him where you were going, not why. He tells you about the Stonehollow Clan, about the village not far from here with its cobbled streets and sturdy homes, its markets and festivals and elders who still think they know better than he does.
“You don’t live there?” you ask.
“I did,” he says. “I chose the land instead.”
There is more to that story. He does not offer it.
By the third night, you realize he has moved things.
Not overtly. Not in a way you could accuse him of. But your boots are placed by the door as if they have always belonged there. A spare hook has been added for your cloak. The guest room smells faintly of him now, of woodsmoke and clean linen.
When you mention leaving once the storm breaks, something darkens behind his eyes.
“We’ll see,” he says.
The storm does break. Eventually.
The sky clears, pale and washed clean, the air sharp with cold. Gharrek watches you pack from the doorway, arms crossed, jaw set.
“The roads will be passable by midday,” you say. “I should go before they fill again.”
“You should stay,” he replies. you know it is not a request.
You meet his gaze. “Gharrek—”
“You are safer here,” he cuts you off. “You have food here. Warmth. Shelter. You don’t belong on roads that swallow little things like you whole.”
“I belong where I choose,” you say quietluy.
For a long moment, he says nothing. The tension in the room coils tight, like a wire drawn too far.
Then he exhales, slow and controlled.
“You can go,” he says. “If you insist.”
The word insist carries weight.
He helps you anyway, hands steady as he tightens the straps of your pack, as he presses a small bundle of dried food into your hands.
“For the road,” he says.
You step outside. The land stretches before you, open and uncertain.
You take three steps.
Then you stop.
The silence behind you is loud. Heavy.
You turn.
Gharrek stands in the doorway of his stone house, framed by walls that have held firm against storm and time alike. He does not reach for you. He does not call your name.
But the look in his eyes is enough.
Not hunger. Not anger. Claim.
You walk back.
He does not smile when you cross the threshold again. He simply closes the door, solid and final, and sets the bar in place.
“Good,” he says.
And later, when you sit on the counter while he cooks, when he hums low and content under his breath, when his hand rests at your back just a moment too long, you do not ask whether the roads are safe anymore.
