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Argul hummed as he felt that ass push back against him even more, driving his tongue deeper into his lover's hole. Now the cheeks seem to spill between his fingers, his grip was so hard as his jaw pressed against the rim. Argul knew that Magnum's regeneration would heal all sorts of damage, including this hole. It took many attempts for Argul to figure out that if he went a steady enough pace though, it wouldn't return to a virginal tightness when met with his tongue. Finally his grip released, but only to spank a cheek with a sound that could be heard if any orc was trying to listen in on them. It wasn't uncommon for Argul to finish with Magnum and walk out to see Orcs cumming from listening to their Chief fill his mate up.
The orc used his free hand to tug at the knot holding the loincloth up. Finally his cock was free, including its scent. As if a cage was unlocked, the tent filled with the smell of Argul's cock and balls, potent from the day of hunting the large game necessary to feed the tribe later. Within a second it stood straight out in its massive glory. The biggest of all the orcs in the tribe, and from what Magnum has taken if he was to be believed. Now Argul made his saliva drip down to the rim of Magnum's hole while his finger tip began teasing his ball sack that hung low enough to almost touch the ground. This was Argul edging as he didn't immediately thrust his cock in. Instead he continued to lick and eat Magnum's hole out until it was drenched in saliva and sweat.
"Fuck," he growled. The only warning that Magnum would received as Argul moved away from the ass in front of him. Another spank before Argul stood up, his massive tree trunks pushing those legs apart even more. Cock ready, the Chief only took a moment to guide his cock to that entrance before thrusting the entire length in. In the same instant, Argul's massive body wrapped around Magnum's. With his arms snaking underneath those heavy tits, Argul was able to practically make Magnum lifted off the bed entirely sans knees and shins.
"Been waiting all day for this," he growled into Magnum's ear before moving his hips and stretching that hole some more. He wanted all to hear to remind the tribe that Magnum was off limits. Every tribe had at least one or two that had those kinds of thoughts. After a minute of moving, the thrusts started, relatively slow for now as that hole needed to be opened up again thanks to the regeneration.
In regular circumstances, Magnum would be allowed to bask in the glory of his partner. Lay in that worship, to suck, fondle, lick and kiss at every part of the other's body that he could get to. Today didn't seem to be the case. He could feel it in the way Argul's tongue darted out of its mouth, lathering up that tight pink hole, slobbering it up with enough hot spit to act as lubricant. It was the ferocity, the hunger in the groans and the way that tongue fought its way through the little pucker that had Magnum bracing his hands into the fur pelts beneath him, holding his body steady for the delectable work Argul was putting in. He could have easily laid out like this for hours to come, with the Chieftain working his tongue over his tight furled entrance, as if it had never been devoured or fucked before, it always resumed its regular tightness after every session with the massive orc. He healed fairly quickly, allowing Argul to use him multiple times a day, whenever and wherever he wanted. It was a perfect match; there was no other orc in the camp that could rival Argul's manhood, and no ass was as thick, rounded and pliant as his was. It was a combo many orc ached and throbbed for, to have a muscled, rugged man to be eaten out, fingered and fucked in all manner of positions and locations. He had even heard talk of a few of Argul's close and personal friends, wishing they could get in for a piece.
Once the hot mouth departed from his twitching hole, he mewled into the covers, stretching his back out like a cat, raising his ass higher in complete submission and desire. A look over his shoulder had him noticing that throbbing mast, full and veiny, a bead of pre-ejaculate at the slit. Those rounded, full balls; Magnum had made it his own personal mission to make sure they were emptied, every damn day. If not deposited in his ass or in his mouth, he would bathe in it until he was coated in that creamy, thick gloop.
The spank to his ass forced it to rebound from the impact, the layers of fat jiggling for a few seconds after the hit. Squeeze and press it enough, one could see just how muscular, strong and mighty he was. But when it came to his posterior, it had a nice bounce and weight to it, perfect for a pair of big, tight balls to smack down into. The initial breach had him gasping for breath, followed by a roaring scream of agony, one that could be heard throughout the entire camp. Magnum's body naturally tensed from the monstrous intrusion forcing its way into that virgin-tight entrance. The tight ring of muscle spasmed and tightened around the shaft. Abdominals on his stomach began to involuntarily flex, biceps and traps bulging with his body tightening up. He breathed through it, wincing and grunting, loud and unhindered moans flying from his mouth, fighting through the pain and the ache. When the warmth of the body above him comforted around him, holding him firmly and securely against that larger, imposing figure, Magnum practically melted, he relaxed into it. Cursing under his breath, he curled a hand into his own fat rod to stroke it, whilst the other clipped around the arm that had been scooped underneath him.
It took a few minutes for Magnum to get accustomed, like he always did. Not once did he ask Argul to stop, or to slip off a few inches: he wasn't about to start now. Especially as those shallow thrusts commenced, that rigid meat sliding back and forth through the tight walls, conforming to the immense girth. "Is that so, hm? You've been thinking about my tight pussy all day, Argul? Hm?" In a show of defiance to his submissive role, he began to roll his hips back at every forward thrust of his hips, not only to show his enthusiasm, but to show his undying loyalty to their situation. "Come on then, big guy... show me how much you love being inside me." Despite his words, there was visible tears welling up in his eyes from the strain and ache his body was going through. Not to mention how tight his teeth were biting down.

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It had really been too long. Argis threw his head back as he pondered over this realization— that it not only had been a hot minute since the last time his cock had received any satisfaction that wasn't merely his hand or some silicon toy he'd thrown away after a couple uses (the texture was never right, it was never warm enough, it just wasn't real enough) or some steamy fantasy brought to life in the oneiric realm. It really had been too damn long since someone had put so much attention exclusively to his pleasure, almost forsaking their own as they worked over his shaft.
As his hips moved back and forth in the same rhythm of the man's bobbing, the blonde nurse could feel the heat of his body rising. It was almost a full-body workout to restrain himself from grabbing the other man, pulling him up and against the seat of his truck and fucking him until he was spent. His chest had begun to form a thin layer of sweat right where the pectorals met, a couple tiny droplets sliding down between the fleshy mounds and down onto the chiseled abs, mixing with the brunet's spit as he worked him over. Once again, his balls tightened, warning him of what was to come.
He wanted to lengthen this, to make sure this pleasure lasted forever— alas, his schedule made that impossible. "I'm close" he warned, verbally this time, and made sure he'd have enough space to work. Both of his legs parted slightly, securing his position on the ground, as he grabbed both sides of the man's head. The blond looked down, blue eyes piercing onto the man's scalp as he held his head in position, beginning to pick up the pace of his motions. Argis thrusts grew in strength, every thrust of his hips stronger than the one that came before— but also becoming slightly desperate, erratic. "Throat, face or dirt?" he asks, giving the man the opportunity to choose where he wanted the blond to finish as another droplet of sweat dripped down from the tip of his nose and onto the other man's scalp, precum oozing freely from his shaft and onto the man's throat, balls and abs tightening as his climax began to build up to the point of no return.
Any attempts to open his eyes, to enjoy the view of rippled abs tensing and a strong chest begin to flex involuntarily across smooth skin, was futile. He didn't dare make eye contact, there nothing intimate or passionate about this; this was nothing but satisfying each others pleasure and lust. In Magnum's view, the taste of the man's cock, his musky scent, the aroma of his sweat and of his cock building up together in the confined space of Magnum's truck, was the only thing he sought; a man, just like Argis, overly endowed, thick, with the desire to use him like he wanted. Though he had not voiced his eagerness and undying hunger, he was glad that his internal monologue was practically being read by the man before him, when the pace of his hips began to quicken, the ferocity of his thrusts becoming rougher, less precise, inconsistent; he had sucked a lot of cock in his lifetime to know this was building up to the man's climax. The verbal admission was just the icing on the cake, but he could read that body like a damn book.
With every deep inward thrust, Magnum matched the speed and ferocity, jaw slacking, cheeks hollowing, lush pillowy lips tight around the thick mast, now a tinge of red from the abuse it was taking. His face was now glistening with sweat, the locks of his dark hair sticking to his forehead, temples and cheeks were wet with sweat, tears and drool that sputtered out when his lips met the very base of that delicious, addictive cock. He lost himself in his work, gurgling, gulping and sloshing that rod down like his damn life depended on it. It had been minutes since the assault began, and not once did he request a short break—that pretty, lengthy shaft was far more important than breathing. As he was starting to get into the beat of it, he groaned with his throat filled with cock upon feeling the hands taking possession of his head, securing a firm grip to still his position. Magnum, the obedient sub that he was, gladly did so without complaints. The hand braced to the outside of his hip was not to stop him in case of an emergency, nor was it to encourage him, it was simply to get some leverage and support to keep the rest of his body in position while Argis laid in the attack, fucking his mouth and throat with reckless abandon, chasing after his own pleasure.
The question landed on deaf ears. There was no way he could answer it, but with the way his lips were sealed and plugging around his meat, that should have sufficed as an answer. With one hand curled into his hip, the other came around, clasping at the spherical shape of that curved, large rump, in order to secure him in should he try to pull his cock free. His grip tightened every slightly, every thrust of balls to his chin filled the vehicle with the constant sound of drool sloshing, that length was soaked. As it neared the end, Magnum fought against the gag reflex, choking around the girth as it tunneled into his throat. Eyes were screwed shut now, his arousal at its peak, this was everything he wanted and more. The icing on the cake was to swallow every drop of the man's nut, and continue to milk him for however long he could take this, until his balls were drained.
—— @charmednoir wanted a smut starter.
Magnum stood outside his van, leaning against it with legs crossed over one another, phone in one hand, the other in the pocket of his hoodie, clasping around the travel-friendly tube of lube. His thumb casually toying with the cap while scrolling through his phone, waiting.
It was a gloomy, grey day. Magnum had arranged his meet early in the morning, when there was still a mist in the air, dew on the grass. The world around him was silent, a location with a view of a still black lake, fogged over to provide some much-needed privacy. This place—his spot—that he frequented, was less of a car park, and more of a small dirt path that lead nowhere.
Dressed down to a pair of combat pants that moulded perfectly to rounded assets; ass and thighs, work boots, a hoodie with a jacket on top. A jockstrap to accentuate the goods, no shirt. He had been there less than ten minutes when the sound of tyres on gravel alerted him of the other's presence. Magnum looked up, shoved his phone into his pocket and slid the door of his van open. Though he didn't visibly express any excitement for what the man, Marcus, had an offer for him, his body was thrumming with intrigue.

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send a category and a number for a starter from one of my muses. the gifs are usfw and the level of ' kinky ' increases through the categories. // warning: these gifs are found across tumblr, so if one is down, let me know and i'll find a new one.
A. romantic.
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B. f*cking.
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C. expanding limits.
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»Fuck«, this time, he thought of the word, for the moment the other bared his torso to the warm breeze, Argis found himself ogling him freely. The brunet was thicker. He was broad and surely had a different type of strength than he did. All that brown was set on display before him, and if he hadn't been so distracted the moment the other got back to work, he would've had his hands roaming over his torso by then.
Welcomed by the man's mouth once more, Argis let out a soft groan, low enough for the stranger to hear and to know his work was well appreciated, but not so to be heard by others' ears. His previous orgasm had already subsided and he felt more eager to receive the affection, to push the other further into their coupling. Taking his hold to his advantage, the Nurse put both hands on the sides of the other's head, first as an encouraging manner but then decided to use the grip as leverage once more. Whenever the man would move forward, the blond would thrust his hips to meet him halfway through the motion, impaling his shaft into the other's throat even deeper than before; whenever he pulled back, Argis would then roll his hips away only to forcefully repeat the motion, slapping his balls against the other's chin in the process.
A part of him wanted to push this further, see how far the man would go. How much they could push this encounter, he wondered— "Get rid of those pants" he said and even though the words were clearly a command, his voice, tone and the careful roll of every syllable made it sound like a suggestion— as if Argis himself was more concerned about the other's restraint. "I can see you tenting, you'll be more comfortable" the blond said once more, but in no moment did he release the other's head— instead, he continued to thrust, testing the limits in both obedience and skill. Would he strip without standing or even without pulling his rod out of his throat? Or would he straight refuse his request?.
There's no holding back now. With eyes remaining shut, he lowers and raises his head over the stranger's groin, gulfing down the throbbing rod, plumped lips slurping at every backward drag, the frothy mixture of saliva and pre-cum sloshing over the man's prick. Once or twice, he dared to stop, mouth opening to spit over the pink tip, releasing the bubbly hot mixture to dribble down the rest. No more than a second later, and Magnum was back to it, delivering the man's shaft to the slick depths of his throat, where he tended to the thick invasion by tightening the muscles of his throat to milk and massage around him. Magnum was deep in his work, visible in the way he began to grow more and more feral, fastening the pace, hardening the suction, constricting his lips and pushing his tongue right up along the underside of that juicy meat. Over time, his work grew louder, sloppier, the soft and wet plap plap plap of firm and full balls being smushed into his furred chin was like music to his ears, with the added symphony of his throat gulping and guzzling down every last inch the stranger had on offer. There was a sheen of sweat covering his face, cheeks wet with salty tears of strain and enjoyment, a drooling mess of sweat and a voracious hunger that couldn't seem to be quenched.
When he felt hips start to move again, it only helped to fuel Magnum's arousal. He sank into it without complaint, only proving to moan and whimper in pleasure at the way he was being used as nothing more than a hot, deep throat to fuck that cock into. To him, this was never about satisfying the man with the pretty and impressive cock, it was simply for his own selfish needs; an attractive guy with one of the bigger manhoods in the city.
At the order, Magnum felt a shiver run up his spine. While the man furiously thrust into his waiting mouth and throat, he removed both hands entirely from him, moving them then to the front of his pants to unbutton and unzip. He doesn't let up. If anything, he sinks his head deeper into the man's groin, bobbing it back only a few inches from the base before plunging back down, the front of his face smacking directly into his pubic area at every downward slam. At this point, he doesn't even care to breathe. Thumbs hook into the waistband of both underwear and pants and push down at the sides of his waist, shoving the garment down to expose his thick aching cock and the voluptuous, rounded spheres of his large rump, smooth, pliant and curved to the heavens. He pushes down until they pool just above the knees where he's kneeling. A hand fists at his cock, only holding it, the other rises to cup the man's testicles into his palm in a back-handed grip to help provide that perfect angle for him to return to the head and dive in, twisting his head to add another layer of sensation to thoroughly milk and use that beautiful piece of delicious cockmeat. As he continues to suck, well into the eighteenth minute of oral servicing, his moans become more and more frequent. To then test his limit, he works his way down, inch after inch disappeared between his reddened lips, burying it down to the hilt and there, Magnum resides, pressing his head down, mouth stretched to its limits, forcing the man to stop the momentum of his hips to rest there, encasing the throbbing cock in his skilled throat, tongue bathing in the taut veins and delicious pre-ejaculate that the man leaked. The light furred pecs twitched and bounced, flexing involuntarily as he passed a whole minute. And slowly, he retracted his mouth, lips tight to swipe his length clean. With the spongy head soaking in his open mouth, he swallowed. With a loud, echoing pop, he released the man, teary eyes opening to watch it collapse across his navel and lower set of abs. Before there could be any orders, he lowered himself down, burying himself into the gap between the man's balls and his thigh, tongue trickling out to lick up the drooling mess, his tongue ran along, folding to the natural curvature of the man's adonis belt. He repeated the action to the other side, then dove back in, lathering the man's rounded balls with a light graze of his tongue.
Now with a clearer and cleaner surface to play with, he was ready to continue.
Gonna be out of it for the next few days. Got to pull two wisdom teeth out tomorrow, and I'm really not looking forward to it, so drafts will have to wait a little (but maybe not, we'll see.)
Update: had the teeth yanked out, don't recommend (but it had to be done). Currently halfway through my first tub of ice-cream.

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