Orc Dates

Man goes on a date with a modern orc. Been kicking at this one for months before I figured out how to do the sex scene and keep it original. I had some orc mentions in the Ghetto Goblin universe of stories and such, but never explored the much. I'm toying with expanding the other creatures in the world that have come out while mostly keeping the focus on goblins. In short, orcs are big, athletic and loud. They do their bet to live peacefully with people but most races give them room. They naturally want to fight and stay moving, which they can compensate for in little ways. 

And just for a reminder of the past art for this one, I'm attaching the pic she got a few months back. I really would like to post more stories with an accompanying picture, but I tend to get the ideas first and I like to give the artist something to base it on.

“I’m telling you, dude. There’s nothing like ‘em.” Chris took another drink of his beer without putting down his controller. “Goblin pussy is ridiculous.”

“I’ll say,” Jake dismissed with a roll of his eyes. “I seriously don’t get the appeal.”

“What’s not to like? They’re horny all the time, they’re all cute and short and portable, it’s always really tight…”

“I know, but isn’t that too easy?” Jake gave a quick tap of his buttons to knock out Chris’ character. They hadn’t played together since college, and while they weren’t exactly old, they had been busy and were still shaking off the rust on their old gaming skills. “Everyone knows goblins jump on human dick. Where’s the sport in that?”

“Sport? Dude, it’s sex, not hunting. Don’t get dramatic about it. Rematch?”

“One more. Then I’ve got to get ready. Besides, isn’t it sort of a hunt? Sorting through everyone in the world, putting yourself out there to risk seeing if they like you the same. The old song’s right. Love is a battlefield.”

“Okay, drama queen. Well I’m kicking your ass so you can go ahead and hunt your big game.”

“Good thing I like big,” Jake said as she picked his character and started up the fight.

Jake couldn’t blame Chris for his taste in girls. Goblins were getting popular these days since they had started to settle into human culture, and they had a reputation. With all the changes going on in society these days with "the emergence," there were even some goblins who wouldn't take every single offer for sex. Good for them, Jake figured, but they just weren't his type. He had a thing for tall girls and the types that didn’t fall head over heels for just anybody. It was how he ended up taking the offer from Diane at work to go on a date with her friend Delvida.

She wasn’t what he had expected. Diane had told Jake that she was tall and athletic, and she certainly was. Delvida was built like a woman who could throw him across if the room if the mood struck her. Her arms were twice as thick as his on top of being this dark, pickled green color that he couldn't remember seeing on a human being and was too deep and dark for a goblin. Considering she was a few shy of seven feet tall, olympically muscular and dotted with many small tattoos. Her wide and partly upturned nose gave a somewhat piggish look to it, muted by two small silver studs punched into one nostril. He was no expert, but Jake felt within the realm of fairness to assume she was an orc.

For all of that, she seemed to have prettied herself up quite a bit for their date. You rarely saw orcs doing anything less than manual labor and wearing anything that wasn't thick and protective. Delvida was in a nice red dress that must have been hard to find in her size. It went well with her hair, which was tied up in the back where its mixed brown and blood red colors spiralled out into several curling strands past her short but pointed ears. She was fidgeting now and then, but Jake let it slide. For one thing, it made her body tense and her broad but relatively small breasts bounce (and the gold and gemmed necklace) with her tight chest muscles. Jake remembered reading a study somewhere that orcs were so burly and active because of something in their genes from being a nomadic tribe. It made them naturally more comfortable when they were in motion. It explained why the orc he saw on the bus looked like he was starting to sweat until he started playing with a stress ball in his meaty brown fist.

"So... you been her before?" Jake looked over the restaurant; a nice Italian place, about as good as you got without needing a full on suit to get in.

"Never," Delvida said curtly in her thick and gravelly voice that still came out clear. It sounded more accented and blunt than it was actually ignorant. "Uncharted territories." She grinned and it emphasized her broad, slightly upturned nose and a set of thick but VERY white teeth with pronounced tusks pushing past her full lips.

"Good! New experiences for us all," Jake laughed uneasily. "So... is Delvida the only name you have?"

"Delvida Ravage," she said simply. There was a slight accent on her last part, making it sound more like homage than actual ravage. She watched him for a moment as if expecting some reaction that never came.

"That's a nice name," Jake said politely. For whatever reason, she relaxed as the anticipation left her broad shoulders. "I always liked names with accents like that. So... how do you know Diane?"

"Classmates." Her discomfort and the usual bluntness of an orc kept her responses simple, not that Jake minded.

"Oh, so you mean two went to college?" He politely held back on anything so ignorant as asking what an orc is doing in college. She nodded. "Did you major in anything?"

"Phys ed," she muttered, taking her water in one massive paw and sipping noisily. "I had a scholarship."

"I see. Was it the Integration Program or the Nomadison Foundation? Or were you just on a sports team?"

Delvida gave him a surprised look. "Uh... the N.F. You know about them?"

"Oh sure. I had an orc in my study group for Intro To Psych one semester. Best drinking buddy I've ever had. Of course, that was because I was always wasted when he barely had a buzz so he could watch my back. He was on the same program."

"I see." Her reply was simple, but her expression was clearly taken aback. Jake knew he had more knowledge about orcs than most. Orcs had some of the same stigma as goblins, but humans were more comfortable with leaving them be. Orcs tended to be comfortable keeping to themselves, living in pairs or small groups rather than swarming the place with babies like a goblin.

"He explained a lot to me while we were working together. I would help him with his math class and he was a whiz at psychology. Was he right that orcs are very good with body language?"

"Well... we are a warrior race," Delvida said. Her heavy feet could be heard shuffling awkwardly under the table. "In the heat of the moment, quick words and spotting subtleties in your comrades and enemies is vital." Of course the combat discussion got the most words out of her all night.

"And I'm sure all the muscles help make that more obvious," Jake offered with a smile. "On top of looking good." Her foot suddenly pressed down on to of his. It wasn't a stomp, so while it didn't hurt she was definitely resting some significant weight on him. He blushed at what seemed to be a more blunt-force means of playing footsie before trying to carry on. They were interrupted when the waitress arrived.

"Hi, were you two ready...?" Delvida gave a low grunt and leaned into the table. Her thick arm braced itself along the edge like a border of muscle between their server and Jake while leaving her bulging biceps and taut, muscular canyon of her cleavage on display. "To... order..." the waitress trailed off, doing her best to not cringe away.

"Yea! Uh, chicken parm and the soup?" Jake cut in, smiling at her and then at his date. "Delvida?" The she-orc grunted as she glanced at the menu again.

"Where is your steak from?" she asked grimly.

"Uh... that I don't know," the waitress admitted. "I can... go check if you like." Delvi nodded and the waitress scurried off.

"Is that a big deal to you?" Jake asked curiously.

"No," she said plainly. Only then did she lift her arm off the table. "I just wanted her away."

"Is... she a problem?" Jake asked meekly. He couldn't tell if the date was going great or awful, but he wanted to make sure nothing ruined it just in case. He might have come expecting a a human, but Delvida had an odd charm to her, and she was clearly trying her best. She tapped her foot on top of his thoughtfully.

"I don't know," she groaned, her expression breaking into a frown. "I wanted to get out  there and meet someone. Diana said she knew a cute human, but said Delvi should dress up. I put on my war studs and put makeup over my bruises but she said I should try an actual dress and some human jewelry." She let out a surprisingly weak sigh as she placed her face down into her palms. "Now I'm screwing it all up. I went for the lockweight too soon, didn't I?"

"No! Really, you're... great. You're interesting. I want to know more, and I'm sorry if I don't pick up on everything. Like... the lockweight. Is that...?" He wiggled his toes beneath her foot. 

"Yes," she sighed. "It's supposed to show I'm engaged in the conversation and don't want you to leave because it's interesting." Ah. His college buddy Gort was always big on hugs and high fives when he was in a good mood. The orcs were just a very physical kind of people.

"Well... it's cute. We have something kind of similar, but it's more... flirty. We call it footsie. But usually we start with eye contact."

Delvida snorted, a husky noise that came from her broad nostrils. "That's a cuter name. But... eye contact too early can be seen as a form of challenge."

"Oh trust me. I wouldn't feel challenged. Not in a place like this and on our first date," Jake laughed uncertainly.

"The dress and the terrain aren't ideal for combat," Delvida admitted, her full lips smirking a little. "I feel stupid because I keep thinking I'll need to dodge something behind me or fend off another female on my territory."

Jake took a long breath to think. "Okay... so you're not comfortable, because you're clearly not stupid." He dug into his wallet and slapped down a twenty to cover their drinks. "I can't have that. Let's go somewhere more casual."

Delvida squared her jaw. "I can't. That's running away."

"Is that another orc thing?"

"More of an MMA thing," she finally confessed. Okay, so THAT kind of sport. He felt like he'd heard the name Ravage buzzing around when the guys at work talked about sports while he wasn't listening.

"Okay... so..." Jake shrugged. "I'm not an orc. Or an MMA fighter. But I'D like to head somewhere else. I could use a big strong orc for a bodyguard to get my weak and squishy human pieces there safely, if you’re up for the challenge. Maybe a change of clothes while we're at it to get a little more comfortable."

Delvida laughed, short and loud enough to turn a few heads from nearby tables. "Alright... that I can accept." She finally lifted her foot off of his, just to step around the table. She easily lifted him up and slung him over her shoulder. He snickered as he adjusted his shirt and Delvida gulped down the rest of her glass like it was a shot. "Ready for your escort, my weakling?" she asked, smacking him on the ass.

"Ow! Uh... yea! Let's do this," Jake laughed.

With their date rerouted, Delvi drove him to the nearest fast food place. She made a quick detour to go past her house so she could change, letting Jake wait in the car to check his phone. Sure enough, googling Delvida Ravage brought up a few articles with images of her face to face with ogres in fighting gear. He knew he was getting some kind of a warrior woman, but this was beyond what he expected. Still... he felt light on his feet. Maybe it was from being carried to the car, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Soon they were sitting in the booth of a Sonic Booster, eating burgers and fries while she trapped his foot under hers. He had to admit it did feel a lot more intimate and comfortable. Maybe because she had lost the dress and gold necklace for a sleeveless shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of sandals for the warm night. She still had a necklace on, though this was clearly something more tribal with a totem-like head carved out of black wood. It was the last thing he noticed, but her shorts were low enough for him to see the very base of her abs and some hints of a tribal tattoo that clearly went lower.

Jake was glad to find she was much more open now. The green woman smiled enough to keep baring her short tusks. The late-night fast food cashier didn't give them a second glance from beyond the counter, so Delvi (as she quickly insisted on being called) didn't worry about competition. She lost the stiffness and while her sentences stayed pretty simplistic, she started and steered their conversations rather than simply replying. She asked about him and his family, even if she scoffed and basically refused to understand what his office job actually did. She wasn't the only one not to get it, but she had this simple and fearless nature about her that was showing more and more as he took an even stronger liking to her. He caught himself watching the tensing of her muscles, unsure what her overactive body language was telling his simple human senses.

He picked up the message much more clearly when her other foot reached under the table and rested against his crotch. His attraction and good mood left him with an uncomfortable erection popping up immediately. "Uh... hey, Delvi?" he asked in a lowered voice. The she-orc smirked at him as she leaned back, rubbing his crotch with her bare toes.

"Yes, Jake?"

"Is that uh... normal? Because that's a pretty big deal for humans..."

"It means what it means," she said simply, grinning with her tusks sliding past her lips. "You humans are so cute when you're the ones getting nervous."

"So, um... I guess the date's going well?"

"Of course. It's a success, is it not?" Jake quietly nibbled a fry to try and hide his confusion. "You accepted my weight. You respond to my touch. You have overseen my back this entire time. All respectable traits to show on a courting date. You're much more dependable than a the weak squishy human you claimed to be."

"Yea, well... not squishy ALL over," Jake laughed. He blushed and he felt like he needed a drink, doing his best not to move his groin out from under the suddenly assertive orc's foot.

It wasn't like it felt bad, but he wasn't sure what her instinctive response would be if he tried to escape it. "Well you've been interesting to talk to and very attractive, especially once you started to get comfortable being around me. Maybe it's the ginger ale talking, but I'd love to spend more time with you."

"Humans have such cute standards for their dates. Look for physical attraction in an orc..." Delvi smirked with a curl of her full lips and leaned her powerful arms on the table. "Well if you mean that, my place isn't far from here. I could go a few rounds with you and let you see how interesting I can really get."

Delvi's wink was a relief to see, assuring Jake she was using innuendo after all. "Oh! Yea!" Jake agree, shifting just enough to rub his groin against her foot. "So long as there's no actual hitting involved."

"No promises." Delvida took a long swig of her soda. This time Jake couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. "Let's go."

Delvida lead him into her house, his heart racing at the promise of his first encounter with an orc. She was a little tight-lipped at times, but she had never given him the impression of being dishonest. Orcs probably considered it cowardly or something like that. Her house was pretty spartan, lacking anything in terms of actual decoration. One of the walls had a few chips in the wall and some throwing axes in or around the spot, which Delvida casually mentioned as a hobby. She had things like a simple couch and a tv, a stove, but nothing as far as paintings. Hanging on thick nails or hand-made wooden frames were pictures of what must have been her family alongside some medals, newspaper clippings, and certificates from her past exploits and achievements. "Glory wall," she explained as they walked past it, as if that explained it all. She didn't break stride long enough for Jake to read or admire much, picking up his pace to keep up with her. He walked by he inevitable gym, which appeared to be the most thoroughly stocked part of her entire house between the weights, heavy bags and other assorted equipment.

Her bedroom was similarly bare apart from her bed. That was piled high with thick pillows and easily six inches worth of various blankets. It looked cozy as hell, if a bit overboard. Delvida hooked an arm under the blankets and peeled them back before she tossed off her shirt, exposing her modest but incredibly soft and perky breasts bound behind her sports bra. She sat back in her bed, legs spreading as they hung over the edge in an obvious invitation as her muscular green thighs stretched the fabric of her shorts. "Still feeling bold, human?"

Jake took a deep breath. He was far too curious, and there was no turning back now. He stepped up to the bed and kissed her, thankfully at more level heights now that she was sitting down. He was briefly surprised to realize he hadn't even kissed her before she'd planted her foot on his crotch and invited him into her bedroom. Orcs definitely weren't as famously slutty as goblins, but they weren't the patient type either. He didn't want to keep her waiting.

Jake leaned into her and kissed her thin lips. Her powerful hands went to his sides, unwilling to let him avoid going all the way. She pulled him into her lap, his torso easily held up by her firm upper body. She gave a low but very deep grunt as he rested his knee between her legs. Her thighs clamped around his leg as he immediately felt the strength in them. He had to admit that his cock twitched its way into full mast as he imagined what she could do between her legs. Her fingers hooked around his pants, starting to tug at them firmly without making a real effort to pull them down. Even her light and playful efforts were enough to jerk his body around. The powerhouse of a woman gave him bedroom eyes and the mixed but exciting messages made Jake's heart race.

"You want it?" she asked in a husky voice as he ran his hands over her rather yielding breasts. All those green curves and muscles were tempted to resist. He nodded before kissing her tusked lips. "Then open the drawer, pinkskin. Bottom one on the right."

Jake went on kissing and nuzzling her, going around her muscular chest to her yielding neck as he fumbled for the drawer. He slid a hand inside, expecting some kind of condom or sex toy. He found a thick spool of rope instead. Not like the silky kind you'd treat a lover to in a bondage porno. Jake thought it looked more like smooth and heavy duty rope you might use on a ship. "You uh..."

Devi gave him a wide, toothy smile and nodded. She had already taken off her bra, hard brown nipples standing out against her green skin. She had folded her arms over her head by the bedpost, making her arms draw taut and bulge. Her armpits became these intricate chasm of complex muscles while her breasts rose and tensed from the flexing of her chest. "Yup," she said, her voice low and certain.

"Like... first date and everything?"

"Trust me. It'll be a lot more fun for both of us." She braced her hands against the solid headboard until he could hear her dense fingernails scrape slowly against the thick wood. "Now tie me up, steelfather."

Jake took a deep breath. He had been tied up once by one of his kinkier ex-girlfriends, and it turned out to be pretty fun. He was aroused by the sight of the huge submissive woman whose flexing thighs alone felt like they could kill her, and she looked even hornier than he was. He wasn't going to get a better chance than this. He ran the ropes around her wrists, laying on top of Delvi in nothing but their underwear. Even just rubbing against her hands on top of her made her groan, which in turn made her abs rumble and tense against his crotch. He wasn't great with knots, but it wasn't too hard to do a quick double loop like he was tying his shoelaces on a much bigger scale.

"Are they on tight?" Delvi asked.

"I... guess," he said, trying to keep his confidence. It was harder than expected in an orc champion's bedroom.

"ARE they on tight?" she repeated more sternly. It was a strange tone he hadn't heard all night. The flirtiness and lust were there, but there was something tense. Like she was getting fed up with waiting. Jake chalked it up to her being aroused from their basic foreplay and the physical anxiety he saw in other orcs. If bondage was a vulnerability thing for humans, it was no wonder that the nomadic warrior species would be into it.

"Yes! It's as tight as I can get them." Delvi gave a firm pull with both of her arms. He watched her green biceps bulge and some veins start to pulse beneath her skin, but nothing gave beyond the bed creaking with effort. She shivered before she seemed to ease into it, muscles relaxing while Jake felt her pulse racing through her entire body.

"Good. Can you get my legs too?" Jake looked to the remaining rope, realizing it was broken into four different pieces. Apparently readied just for this occasion. He crawled down to get her feet, rubbing the rough green sole lightly to keep her at ease while he bound her ankles.

"So what was that steel thing?" he pried.

"Steelfather," she answered, her breathing still heavy. It was as if she was having an extremely pleasant anxiety attack from being bound like this. "It's someone close outside your family who bears witness to your first kill. Very important to the shaping of an orc's life."

Jake hesitated before deciding that binding her legs was still a very good idea. "So you've killed before?" He felt like that should have come up before they got into bed together. "Like hunting?"

"These days, 'kill' is more of a metaphor. My steelfather was my friend Brian who was at my 3rd grade spelling bee." Jake laughed in amusement and relief as she raised one of her legs, rubbing her strong thigh against his chest. She was practically radiating heat by now and her muscles were defined but softened to his touch. "It was supposed to sound flirty," Delvi admitted.

"Humans just call you 'daddy' when they feel like that."

Delvi promptly snorted. "Threats of incest are your means of flirting? Do I look like an elf to you? No wonder you're all so small and soft." Jake felt a short burst of embarrassment, but he had already finished tying Delvi to the bed. He sized her up briefly, recognizing the tribal tattoo that vanished halfway under her panties. Realizing he was in full control now that she was stuck to the bed, he grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her thick thighs. The she-orc gasped at his change of pace, his fingers running down the dark random lines of her tattoo that left his fingers running over her hot and ready pussy. He honestly expected to see steam coming off of it by how genuinely fired up she was.

"Big talk for an orc begging to be tamed," he teased. It was a playful jab, but he saw her heavy breathing pick up at that. Her strong chest bulged up and down with heaving breaths and her thigh muscles flexed as if trying to touch her pussy but falling short. He pressed his hand lightly on her groin, letting his fingers sink slowly into her folds as he climbed higher up the bed. Delvi let out a husky grunt and her eyes fluttered like they wanted to shut but was afraid to look away from Jake. "All that winning must go to your head if you wanted a weak pinkskin to take you like this. Can't run, can't fight. I just hope you're as strong down there as you are-"

"Are you going to fuck me or what?!" Delvi demanded in a low and serious tone. She was sweating and taking huge breaths, puffing her breasts and muscles even bigger for a moment at a time. Her curled nose flared with long sniffs of the musky air. She stared at him with wide eyes expectantly, but he removed his hand from her snatch. His fingers that had been inside her were literally dripping wet, trickling her precum over her abs.

"Well if you're acting like that, I can wait." Jake smiled patiently as she groaned and pulled hard enough on the headboard to make it creak again. He teased his hands over her nipples, making more veins bulge around her body. Her nips were literally hard as rocks, even giving a faint clicking noise when he flicked one. They still made her give these long, almost pained moans as her hips tried to buck their way free of her bonds.

"You are such a sexy little shit! Fuck me like a real warrior, you coward!"" she cursed along with her aggressive humping at the empty air. Self control was not her strong suit, which seemed to be why she liked the bondage so much.

"I mean, if you're so weak that you have to beg for it..." he chuckled before resting a hand on her abs. Her body pressed flat against the bed, eagerly waiting for him. Jake finally straddled her thick thighs and lost his boxers, giving one last glance from her tattooed groin up to her thick but lovely face. He smiled as he dropped the teasing facade. "You really are so fucking sexy. I've never seen a girl who's so impressively hot." He finally plunged himself inside her and she was as wet and warm as he'd expected. Her temperature was almost feverish as her runny fluids lubed up his thrusts. He'd heard of how flexible and tight goblin pussies were, but orcs were another thing entirely. Delvi was soaking wet but she was much more solid than your flexible and squish little limeslice. Her wide hips, strong build and powerful core made her a little roomier than your average human, but her deepest reaches were absolutely unyielding. It made her tight and gave this amazing amount of resistance that gave off this intensely exciting feeling like she was flexing all around him and steaming his cock in her lust.

"Fuck, that's good," Jake sighed uncreatively. He leaned his hands on the bad until he got his pace, setting his hand one of the taller woman's tits. He squeezed the taut green lump as he glanced up at her, teasing her rigid nipple. He smiled at the sight of her face, her thin lips parted and breathing with her wet and desperate gasp. They grew higher and higher, the most feminine noises he'd heard out of her all night. She bit her lip as her thick nostrils flared and he could feel the steaming, somehow appetizing breaths brush over his warm skin.

He quickly found her clit as the only truly soft thing inside her. His cock's head and its ridge glided smoothly past it, the faint wet sucking noise an audible reminder of when she was flexing her pelvis on his way out. Even her pussy seemed to be strong and tight when she flexed her core around his penetrating cock. That was when he heard her give a low growl, guttural and almost feral. He glanced at her face again, still kneading her tits when he saw the redness cross her eyes. It wasn't like you expected in the movies. There was no glow or instant shift. It flowed until it filled the whites of her eyes, turning them almost completely red as if blood was flooding her vision. "Are you alright?" Jake panted. Even with her limbs strapped to the bed, she had enough freedom to lift her legs and squeeze his hips with her powerful thighs.

"ItsfineitmeansIlikeit!" she suddenly pleaded, back in her suddenly feminine tone.  "So pleaaaaase do not stop!" Jake quietly nodded and tried to focus on his pumping her hungry pussy. She writhed and grunted, something he figured was her getting close to cumming. The bed kept creaking as she thrust her bound body harder against his cock, starting to excite Jake as well just when he heard several new noises. He heard a crack and glance up to see some cracks forming in the wood of the headboard. Delvida's arms were bulging and pulling harder than ever, and he got a perfect view as the first rope snapped off. Maybe his knots weren't as great as he had expected.

"More!" she pleaded at the top of her lungs, still in her growling, lusty tone. She sat up, forcing her breasts further into his hands. "Fuck me, warrior!" Her other arm tensed and bulged harder until it tore free as well. She looked more savage than ever, sweaty and naked with her eyes blood red. The useless ropes hung from her wrists as she grabbed him around the waist and pulled on him, plowing him into her until it didn't feel like his cock should be able to fit. He gasped as her arms crushed him against her solid body, cracking his back from the moment as she looped her bound legs around him. She didn't bother freeing her lower body as she mounted him, keeping him cradled in her arms to keep him stuck against and beneath her.

He heard more of his bones crackling as her body enveloped and overpowered his, grunting and drooling as she took over their fucking. She panted and pleaded for more, but it was wordless and wild. Her broad hand clapped him on the ass hard enough to make Jake yelp, clinging to her tighter. Her hips spiked down on him like a piledriver fueled by her heavy hips and muscular thighs, forcing him to cum despite all the pressure and discomfort. Or maybe because of it. Jake did say he wanted something more exciting in his dating life. He seemed to have it as his body aching didn't stop him from spraying his seed inside her.

That only seemed to encourage the orcess. Delvi's unstoppable thrusting only intensified, clutching him tighter in her muscular arms. She pulled his hair to force him to kiss her so hard his teeth clacked against her tusks. His body was trying to recover from the first orgasm but she wouldn't let him, her pussy flexing around his cock to keep it hard and stuck inside her. The sturdy bed's customer-make seemed to be all that held it together as she slid to the foot of the bed, sparing a hand to tear off the last of her bonds. She stood up and kept Jake suspended in the air with her grip alone, using her hands on his hips to drive his cock up and into her. She pumped her hips and let gravity pull him back in when it bounced from the impact, working him like a human swing. She kissed him messily, never bothered to find any sort of sync with him. She just humped and licked anything in front of her and kept her arms locked around him to prevent any sort of escape now that they had started. She gave a few series of grunts as her sweaty hair slapped against his cheeks, clinging to his skin as her red eyes went wider still. Her thighs flexed and squeezed as if trying to milk every bit of moisture from his lower body, feeling his balls cupped and cradled by her bulging thighs. She bit on his lip and absolutely roared at the top of her lungs as she came, her pussy clenching like a vengeful fist around his cock. Its tight pulsing acted like a violent pull to force another orgasm out of Jake, his cum overflowing her and coursing down her muscular thighs. Her passionate bellow into his face faded, but rather than collapsing or shivering, Delvida was stone still as she held onto him.

"That good?" Jake grunted with what little air she spared him in her iron grip. She nodded, firmly but barely. He tried to reach up to stroke her hair, but her squeezing arms wouldn't allow it. He was stuck like her favorite fuckable teddy bear as the sweaty, athletic monster remained locked in place at the foot of the bed. He had to settled for running his fingers along the countless trails of her flexing muscles. It gave her these extra subtle curves that he was finding more and more fascinating. It also distracted him from the numbness in his pelvis and his assorted bruises and pains. Her hard nipples prodded and subtle scraped against his skin.

Apart from her heavy breathing teasing his skin and nostrils, Delvi was absolutely speechless for a solid five minutes. She finally eased up her grip on him and smiled wearily. "Hell of a workout, steelfather," she chuckled. The red drained back out of her eyes with the deed done, leaving a sort of overworked pink shade to her whites. Delvi's voice seemed to have gone up a couple octaves, something he'd notice lingered after she came. "Did I break ya?"

"Yea," Jake grunted, carefully easing himself back to the bed. Delvi looked concerned as he rubbed his side. "But it's a good break. But seriously. You might have saved me a trip to the chiropractor... also I'm not sure my shoulder should be feeling like this..." He hadn't even seen his split lip and the bruises on his cheeks and thighs yet.

"Top drawer," Delvida chuckled. She crawled back into the bed, wrapping herself against his back. Her hard nipples and sweaty hair traced his back as he reached in and found a large white bottle of pain pills.

"Did you plan on this?" Jake had to ask as he shook one out.

"Not until you fucked up on the ropes," she purred in his ear. "Told you it would be a lot better for you that way. We orcs got our... urges." He could still feel her warm and wet pussy pushing against his ass, grinding lightly to ease herself through the last echoes of her orgasm. Jake gulped down the pill and already felt better. That was one benefit from all the monsters joining society that no one could argue about; magical medicine was a literal lifesaver.

"Yea, sorry about that," Jake gruned wearily, testing out his shoulder beneath her heavily resting arm. "If I knew that was coming I might have tied a little tighter. Or invested in some industrial chains."

"Not a bad idea," Delvida conceded. "At least, if I use them more often..." She let the thought linger before she went on. "I had a really good time tonight. Thanks for putting up with my blood oath shit."

"It's fine. I promise," Jake sighed. She was big and dangerous, and her lovemaking left him looking like he'd lost a fight... but his numbed pelvis couldn't thank him enough. That and her warm body wrapped around him felt so assuring, like a big muscular blanket.

"So... I'm not doing anything this Friday. Did you want to meet up again?"

Jake was feeling exhausted for a number of reasons. He thought over the pain and the awkwardness and the various frightening anatomical weirdness that came with dating an orc.

"Fuck... yes I would," he muttered before his body forced him to pass out in her arms. He barely noticed before he blacked out that Delvida had nodded off as well, snoring softly against the back of his head as she held him like her cherished, hard-earned prize.