hungry orc
Added 2025-05-14 22:17:28 +0000 UTCIn a dense forest where trees stretched to the sky like giant spears, an orc named Gruzak roamed. His massive frame, the size of a mountain, made the earth tremble. His green, moss-like skin was scarred, and his tusks jutted out like ivory. One day, trudging through the thicket, he spotted movement near the roots. It was a human—tiny, no bigger than Gruzak’s finger.
The orc let out a booming laugh, scattering birds. With a swift motion, he snatched the human by the collar, lifting him to his fiery eyes. “Amusing bug,” Gruzak rumbled, inspecting his catch. The human squealed, flailing, but to the orc, he was merely a toy. Craving amusement, Gruzak hatched a twisted idea. Grinning, he shove the human into his massive cock.
The human, slipping into tight, sweltering darkness, screamed in terror. Inside, it was wet, sticky, and the air reeked of musk. Gruzak chuckled, feeling the tiny struggles. But soon, the human slid deeper, toward the pulsing core of the orc’s being. In his balls, like a seething cauldron, a strange process began. The human’s body slowly dissolved, consumed by ravenous flesh. He felt his skin melt, bones soften, and consciousness fade. Gruzak, sensing a surge of strength, roared in satisfaction—his body absorbed the human like nourishing sap.
The forest fell silent. Gruzak, sated, lumbered on, unbothered by the tiny life now part of his might. Somewhere within him, the human’s final scream faded into eternal darkness. The orc patted his belly, ready for new games, as the forest swallowed the echo of his heavy steps.
