An Orc's Might [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Firehead]

You could hear her trying unsuccessfully to hold back a whimper as you keep working her ass manhandling her in every sense of the word. She's broken out of her stupor when you mention something else to 'eat'. "Wait, you don't meEAN!" She's caught off guard when you press your finger between her thighs which are already feeling a bit damp.

She clenches her legs together trying to keep you out, but with those damp thighs she couldn't keep you out if she wanted to, and by the way her body quivered, you didn't think she really wanted to anyway. Just another little push and you'd be rubbing up against her crotch.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Exactly what I mean." The orc replied cheekily, digging his fingers into the cleft between her legs. She seemed intent on resisting him, but he didn't have the patience to toy with her for too long today. Besides, he could already feel her getting wet from his fondling. Stroking her sex through the fabric of her dress, the orc pawed at the hem with his other hand.

"Ain't gonna be needin' this here in a minute, are ya? Let's get this off and get ya where ya belong; on yer back." True to his word, Ghaznak began to disrobe his MILFy host, pulling her dress up over her head so he could reveal the curvaceous body beneath it. Then, after pushing the food off the fire to avoid an interruptions, he exercised his superior might, and hefted Ophelia up over his shoulder to carry her over to the kitchen table. There he would splay her out atop it.

[Firehead]

The woman cried out in surpriseas you unceremoniously lifted her dress over her head, carried her off, and laid her out on the table. She had on a pair of panties which you could already see were rather very moist despite her efforts to resist you. It was hard to tell if the efforts were half-hearted, or if she was just that weak as you put her in the exact position you wanted to ravage her again in.

She lay there panting from the effort for a moment before finally relaxing. She then groaned, spread her legs, and spoke in a defeated tone. "Well, go ahead, it's not like I can stop you anyway." Despite making it sound like she was only giving up on resisting you, you could still see how damp she was, and you were sure she'd gotten a little damper thought that could have simply been your imagination.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"An' that gets ya goin', don't it? Ya keep fightin' back, but yer gettin' wetter an' wetter every time I push ya down." Ghaz teased, as he gripped her by the hips and hiked the damp panties down over them, pulling them along her thick legs until he could take them off her and toss them over his shoulder. With her sex exposed, the orc licked his lips and settled down on his knees in front of the table.

Pulling her towards the edge, he hefted her legs up onto his shoulders and craned forward, letting his thick tongue drag along her outer lips as he relished in the scent and taste of her arousal. The orc wasted no time getting into the act, burying his face between her thighs as he messily slurped to his heart's content, half as much for his own enjoyment as for that of his gracious host's.

[Firehead]

Despite her resignation, she still tries to argue against what her own body clearly wants. "But I can't do this kind of thing. I'm a widow, it just isn't right to my husband." Her pussy trembles under the assault of your tongue which onlt draws more of her moisture. She trembles as she resists the urge, but soon enough her hand is on top of your head as if encouraging you to dive further into her depths.

With each lick, you feel her mental resistance melt as she moans and writhes in front of you. Her cunt gushing with feminine juices to reward your efforts to dig deeper into her depths and pleasure her tunnel. The question is, how long before she admits she wants this as much as her body?

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Ghaznak didn't bother to respond to her claims about her husband. It wasn't like he exactly could, on account of having his tongue buried in her cunt. The orc made good use of the long, thick appendage in his mouth, exploring her depths with the tip while he sandwiched her clit between his lip and the back of his tongue. Feeling her hands rest on the top of his head only emboldened him, slurping away with gusto as he savored the scent and taste of this neglected MILF and her soaked folds.

His hands gripped the thick thighs on either side of his head as he intensified his ministrations, eager to get Ophelia off with his mouth so he could bury the stiffening rod between his legs into her and really make her forget the human who had been wasting her breeding potential for who knew how long.

[Firehead]

The older woman writhed as you continued your fierce assault of her pussy making sure it was good and soaked to take your orc cock once again. She was beyond words as nothing but moans and gasps were coming from her mouth. Finally, you felt her legs wrap around your head as she screeched out. Such a shout must have alerted the neighbors as to what was going on in the building.

After a few moments, she collapsed on the table laying there panting desperately for breath. Her legs lay limply on your shoulders and her hand slipped from your scalp. She was weak and helpless on the table with no hope of resisting you. Your cock throbbed and drooled between your legs demanding to be buried within the older woman's folds and feel those experienced muscles milking it once again.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As she came against his tongue, Ghaznak held the MILFy human fast, letting her buck and scream and thrash as her body succumbed to his efforts. Once he felt the thighs around his head slacken, he pulled off, licking the residue femcum off his lips as he hoisted himself onto his feet with a dirty grin.

"Yer real noisy when ya cum, ya know that? Gonna give yer neighbors ideas, seein' as though I'm sure yer husband never got those kinda sounds outta ya."

The orc pulled his loincloth off as he teased her, his thick, throbbing shaft flopping out to smack wetly against her puss. He ground it against her lips a couple times, letting the bulbous head drag along her ribcage and beneath her tits to illustrate just how much she was about to receive. With a rough yank, he grabbed at her bra and pulled it down to release those glorious tits of hers. An equally rough fondling followed, pawing at her rack with his big, powerful hands.

"But that's fine, ain't it? He ain't here no more, so somebody's gotta keep this body bred."

To emphasize his point, he gave her a parting slap to the tit, and reached down to line himself up with her. Lording over her as she lay on the table, the orc gave a good hard shove to press the head of his mammoth shaft into her, then used his hips to push the rest in good and slowly. His arms went to pin her own down on the table, to show her she wasn't getting away even if she tried, a show of dominance to remind her that her new place in life was laying beneath him, whether she knew it or not.

[Firehead]

As you stand, she lay there panting turning her gaze away in shame as you mention the neighbor overhearing and suggest her husband never drew that kind of racket from her, but she doesn't attempt to deny your allegation. She tensed gasping as you just let the girth of your hardened cock slap down against her body. Despite having taken it just last night, she still seemed nervous about it giving it a fearful look for a moment. When you pulled her tits free, she was reminded how little power she had, and her arms moved up to pull her tits together giving you a nice, soft place to thrust your cock into before you grew bored of that and got down to claiming the real prize once again.

She gasped as you shoved into her, but she wasn't nearly as tight as she had been last night. She was still tight enough, but it seemed like she wouldn't need as much warming up before you got to work breeding her for real. Her insides convulsed around you immediately as if welcoming you back in a way she dare not do herself showing you once again how honest her body could be when compared to her mouth. You'd only barely bottomed out inside of her when you noticed the way her lips trembled as she tried to hold back the moans welling up inside of her at the feelings you were making her feel. Each thrust rocked against her, and you could see the pre you left in her cleavage each time those fat teats bounced with the rest of her body.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Feeling Ophelia's body open up for him put a grin on the orc's face. Even if she seemed intent on pretending she was unwilling, the feeling of her tight cunt welcoming him in and clenching around him gave him all he needed to know. Of course, he wasn't the only one who needed to know she was becoming his own personal cockslut. Bracing himself well, he silently hoped the table was as sturdy as the counter had been. With gusto, Ghaz began to piston his way between the older woman's thick thighs, pinning her beneath him to keep her from sliding off with the impact of each of his thrusts. He gazed lustfully upon her body as he did so, enjoying the bounce of her generous rack that accompanied each rapid 'clap' of his balls swinging against her ass.

"How long ya gonna pretend, huh?" He goaded as he rutted against his matronly host, rumbling out his dirty talk between each gut-bulging thrust. "Tryna hold it back. Actin' like ya don't love the feelin' of havin' a big, fat orc dick carvin' ya out. Moan. Scream! Let 'em know how good yer gonna be gettin' it from now on!"

[Firehead]

The table creaks under your combined weight, but it manages to hold all the same as you slam into her with all of your might. You feel her ass jiggles with each impact of your heavy balls. The taste of her and the sounds she'd made as you ate her out meant that your balls were nice and full, and it was going to be so satisfying to unload deep inside of her. She blushes as you call her out for trying to hold back from letting the whole world know just how good you were fucking her brains out right now.

"I-I'm not supposed to. A w-widow isn't supposed to act l-like thi-iSSS!" Talking seemed to break her concentration enough to break as she cut off into a series of moans and gasps. Nothing the neighbors would hear yet, but she was certainly couldn't handle both talking and keeping from crying out at the same time. However, her cries did start to settle down once again. If you didn't do something quick, she'd quiet back down again.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Her resistance was admirable, but Ghaznak couldn't have her thinking she could defy him when he wanted her to do something. That would be setting a bad precedent. He pulled one of his hands off the table and wound it back, giving her a good smack in the tit for her trouble, watching the flesh jiggle from a mixture of the impact of his hand and the impact of his thrusts. He gripped it roughly after that, his thick fingers rolling the nipple as he carried on pounding her.

"That right? Then maybe ya oughta stop bein' a widow, huh? Get you a new man. A better man." he husked, never giving her room to breathe as he pistoned himself between her legs over and over. Any time she thought about clamping down on the noise he drew back and gave her tit another slap, mangling it with his hands to keep her body overwhelmed and needy.

"Ain't no problem gaspin' an' moanin' an' screamin' if it's yer husband doin' it, is there? Big, hung orc husband at that! Or are ya gonna act like ya don't like that idea? Bein' my woman, havin' me on top of ya every night, puttin' good, strong orcs in ya! This body of yers is made for breedin'! Made for motherin'! This ain't just what it wants, this is what it needs!"

[Firehead]

She cries out as you slap her tit clearly finding it painful, but as you start massaging the soft, supple flesh, she begins moaning once again even as rough as you were being with your groping. She can barely get anything out with all of the moans you're drawing from her. Her hands start to move up to cover her mouth, but it only takes another two strikes before she realizes just what is displeasing you leaving her unable to hold back her moans.

Her face goes scarlet as you mention her getting a new man with clear confusion until you make it clear you were talking about yourself being her new husband. "A-ah-ah-an orc!?" There's clear confusion and uncertainty in those words as she struggles to get them out between the moans and gasps. Her face only gets redder when you mention knocking her up, and whether it be from desire or instinct, her legs wrap around you once again and her insides tremble around you as she once again cries out in orgasm around your cock.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Her surprise was amusing, but not so much as the feeling of her legs suddenly locking around his hips at the declaration he would knock her up. Try as she might, it seemed she couldn't deny at least some of what he was saying to her. Watching the distraught MILF bounce beneath him for so long, crying out like a bitch in heat, feeling her insides sucking him in with every clench... He didn't even have a reason to try holding back. So he didn't. As she came around his cock, he pounded into her harder and harder, feeling himself racing to the edge of his own orgasm. Then, feeling his balls contract, he let out a triumphant roar to all those voyeuristic neighbors she was so worried about, and slammed himself to the hilt as he blew his stomach-bulging load inside her. Rope after rope of his thick, virile cum filled her womb as he pinned her sweaty body beneath him, letting the world know of his conquest.

Once he felt the throbbing subside and the last of his seed fill her, the orc seized the opportunity to lean in and slide his tongue into her mouth, forcing a passionate, dominant kiss on the frazzled woman to further cement her submission to him. Only once he felt sated with tasting her sweet mouth would he pull away, grinning like a devil.

"Now ain't that a good way to start the day?"

[Firehead]

She lay beneath you groaning and gasping as you mercilessly seeded her body more thoroughly than any man before you had. Her legs continued holding onto you out of desperation until her orgasm finally abated at which point she collapsed in exhaustion as you finished filling her with the last of your life-giving load. She was unable to resist as you pressed your lips to her, and whether by confusion or acceptance, her own tongue tangled with your own. A sense of pride filled you as you pulled away seeing the thick cream-pie you'd left behind as proof of your virility. She tensed, hesitating when you asked if that was a good way to start the day. She bit her lip but relented seeming like she knew how week her denial would be after the state you'd left her in.

"Y-yes, a g-good way. J-just wish I c-could feel my l-legs." Looking down at her, she really did look like she was ready to collapse into a deep sleep rather than start the day. With practice, you were sure she'd adjust, but it could be better to save the real rides for just before bed.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It wasn't exactly an eager acceptance, but it seemed like she was breaking in well enough, and that was good enough for Ghaz. Seeing as though his little exercise in woman-taming had tuckered the older woman out, he decided to be kind. Grabbing her undergarments up off the floor, the orc stuffed them between her legs to keep the worst of his excess from dripping out of her. He then made to scoop her up like a bride, fittingly enough, and carry his exhausted host out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. It would probably be best to let her rest there while he went about finding work for the day. Once he managed to get that affair settled, the orc would return back downstairs, have the quick meal she had prepared for him, then set off for his day's goal; the brothel from the day before.

[Firehead]

She lay limply in your arms as you carried her up to her room. You hadn't had the chance to enter yesterday, but it doesn't really seem to have much to see. It's certainly larger than your room, and the bed was too big for her alone but would be downright cozy with the two of you. She quickly falls asleep exhausted from the fucking, and you're soon fed and on your way out the door. The sun is just over the horizon now, and you find the city is already in full swing. You pass a few merchants peddling their wares, but your destination is already chosen. Walking up to the brothel, you see that it's not quite as active as the other buildings yet. Though as you get closer, you notice a few people who look like they're just getting off shift. A fellow Orc stands in front of the door looking intimidating. "Can I help you, sir?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

A scowl nearly crossed his face when Ghaz spotted the orc at the door. He came here to get away from his kinsmen, not run into them at every juncture. The fact the big lug was guarding the door to the brothel certainly put a damper on his prospects of finding work within it, but he wasn't going to be discouraged before he even tried. The hulking greenskin squared his shoulders as he approached, giving a grunt.

"Don't think you do the kinda helping I'm here for." He said, leaving the implication clear.

[Firehead]

You were certainly a bit taller, but he put on a good front as you approached gesturing to the door beside him. "Fair enough, but don't cause no trouble, ya hear." As you enter, the first thing you noticed was a small stage where a single girl was putting on a show, but her only audience was a lone older woman that appeared to be instructing her rather than enjoying. Another woman stepped up beside you. "Welcome to the Weeping Lotus sir, How can I..." She pauses to look you up and down. '...Serve you today?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Ghaznak found it somewhat odd a place for fucking had a platform for dancing, but he didn't much know the finer points of this kind of place. Never had the need for one back where he was from. Still, no matter the land, a scantily clad woman was always a welcome sight for someone with his appetites; although, he had other business to attend to before he could think of sating any of those.

"Could start by introducin' me to your boss. Lookin' to discuss business." He grunted, figuring the whore would probably know who it was that paid her salary.