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Matchmaker x Dick too Big x One Time Deal x All in a day's Work x No Plot
Female Reader x Male Monster
His penis was much bigger than expected. It sprang out from his pants, bouncing before settling into a heartbeat twitch. His face was tense. He shared the embarrassment felt by most of the monsters coming through your door. But there was nothing to be ashamed of. First Love First, your matchmaking business, was successful for a reason!
“Let’s see,” you murmured. You held your measuring tape against his shaft, snapping a picture. Another from underneath to show the girth. “No wonder you came to me.” You wrote a few notes down on your tablet. “It must be hard finding someone who wouldn’t run screaming from this.”
The orc frowned a bit, fidgeting as his cock still stayed erect. Hell, it appeared to be getting even harder than before. The porn video playing in the background was nothing to you. These days, it would take a lot more than that to get you excited. But the orc’s eyes darted from the screen and back down to you as you made more notes.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. There are more size queens in this world than you would think.” You took the fabric measuring tape from your neck and wrapped it around his cock just under the glans. A shimmering drip of pre-cum appeared at his tip.
“It’ll be no issue finding you a human woman.” Your eyes focused on that dazzling drip of pre-cum. The head of his cock was slightly purple, flared along the base.
I shiver trickled down from his shoulders to his loins. “That…that tickles,” the orc grunted.
You released the measuring tape a bit. “Sorry, there er-” You glanced at his sign-in sheet. “Earl.” You gave him a smile as you looped the tape around the center of his cock. The pre-cum was spilling.
“No worries.” His voice was tight, dark eyes pointed at the TV screen. “I take it you do this a lot?”
“Mm-hmm!” It was a point of pride for you. You loved your job and the business you built from the floor up. “Several every day. Cocks, tentacles, vulvas, expressers, oviposters, cloacas — I’ve seen them all!” You were quite proud of your work. Lots of monsters were out and about these days. Most of them were eager to find an excellent human to fuck, mate, whatever with.
You tried to reassure him with a smile. “Like I said, no need to be nervous. You’re in expert hands.”
His pre-cum was practically a faucet at this point. “I see. Very interesting,” he grumbled, cheeks a few shades darker.
“Eh. You would think that, but we’re all the same in a way.” You wrote his girth on your tablet and then slid the tape down around his base. He jolted, gasping out loud. His cock sprang into my face, hitting you in the face.
“Oh, no! Oh god! I’m so sorry!” Earl exclaimed dramatically in humiliation. “I’m so sorry!” he grabbed his cock, pressing it into his belly.
You adjusted your glasses, wiping his pre-cum off your face. Some had splashed onto your lips. It was…sweet? You laughed to break the tension. “Hey! Not the first time it’s happened. I’ve had worse-behaved genitalia, I’ll tell you that.” You stood and reached for a tissue, wiping your face.
“Yeah, but I don’t make a habit of doing such a thing!” Earl was still grasping his groin, fretting in place before the white photography screen.
“Earl, Earl, it’s okay.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “I do have to get that last measurement, though. Think you can control yourself this time?”
Earl nodded shakily. Slowly he removed his hand, and his cock sprang back out, throbbing harder than before. You knelt back down, aiming the camera again because someone had jostled it. You brought the measuring tape down, cinching it around his base.
His pre-cum practically sputtered. People knew orcs for being, well, quite wet. But Earl was excitingly juicy. The sweetness still lingered on your tongue. Was he a fan of pineapple, or was he just the sweetest orc in the city?
You snapped a picture and stood back up, draping the measuring tape around your neck. “Alright, Earl, that’ll do it there.”
“Now what?” He muttered. Earl wasn’t anything special, orc-wise anyway. He was tall, square-jawed, thick and well-toned with hairy arms, chest and belly. He was graying a bit, which showed along his temples and down the center of his chest.
But it was that cock of his!
You glanced at his cock and then back at his face. “Well, if you’d like, I can leave you alone to take care of yourself. We can then finish the pictures.”
He swallowed hard as his eyes tried to avoid yours.
You then took off your glasses. “Or I could help you.”
His eyes lifted, face changing colors. His jaw dropped slightly. “What? Are you sure? I mean-” Earl shifted, alluding to his size.
“I told you, I’ve seen just about everything.” You unbuttoned your top slowly, letting the curve of your breasts appear, the lace of your bra. “Done most of them, too.”
His cock was practically trembling. He was growing more and more excited. “Really?” He was breathless.
You smirked, opening your blouse to reveal the sheer lace of your bra, the top of your soft belly over your shirt. “Like I said. There is nothing to be ashamed of here.” You knelt down on the floor before Earl, wrapping the measuring tape back around his cock. He shuddered, moving back to brace against the white wall.
“You’re a first. I will admit.” You licked your lips. “I've never had one this big before.” You tightened the tape, tugging him closer to your lips. You lapped your tongue over the slit, tasting him again. He was going to be a green apple sucker.
“Miss oh-” he gasped, pressing back into the wall as your lips circled him. He would make your jaw ache, but that was alright. You took him as deep into your mouth as you thought possible.
“Wait! Wait!” His shuddering hand clasped the back of your head.
You didn’t wait. You took, bobbing your head and using the measuring tape to hold him in place. What a sensation! The head of his cock almost choked you, which made you salivate more. His sweetness spread all around your mouth.
“Miss,” Earl was wheezing. “I’m gonna come!”
Do it, you dared him with your eyes. You could take it. Come on, come for me, fill my throat, you thought. You wanted this, didn’t you? To fuck me? Am I your type, Earl?
He was whimpering and moaning, sounding so sweet and pathetic. His back arched, pushing his hips forward and thrusting his cock further into your throat. He was thick, and that wasn’t just his girth. His semen was syrupy and warm. It spilled out the side of your mouth, and Earl pulled from you.
His load dribbled from your lips and onto your breasts. Ah yes, the magnificent orc load. Not as much as a minotaur, but way more than a gnoll. It was satisfying to take care of such a magnificent beast as his cock.
“Feel better?” You stood, going for the tissue box again. “You’ll for sure be in high demand. I can-” Earl was behind you. He grabbed your hips and forced your ass against his groin. He was still rock hard!
“Oh! One of those!” Your laugh came out nervous. “If you give me a second, I can get my office ready for-” Earl pulled your skirt down. His hand then went between your thighs, pressing into your panties to find your core soaking wet.
“Ah! Ha ha!” You panted as his fingers thrust into you, pushing your panties with them. “Earl, that’s quite rough.” Not that you minded.
Earl licked your neck and nipped your ear. His free hand grasped your breast, pinching and fondling the nipple. His fingers sank deeper, curling and playing you like an instrument.
You grasped the edge of the prop table, gasping for breath as he found your weak point. Your knees were shaking, and it was becoming hard to stand in those heels.
“Can I have a second?” You panted. “I need to situate myself. I need to-” Earl bent you over the table, lifting your hips until your mound was flush with his chin. You yelped, stretching out your arms to grab onto the opposite edge of the table for balance.
“Sorry, Miss, but-” Earl’s tongue lapped over your sopping panties. The heat of his breath tickled, arousing you even more. Everything was warm, growing hotter by the second.
“It’s okay,” you grunted. “Happy to um help.” You got that bobbing in water feeling. Warm all over, body free and limp, floating in the great expanse.
“You taste so good,” Earl growled at you. He pushed your panties aside, thrusting his tongue into you. “I haven’t had pussy in so long!”
Your lashes fluttered, and you couldn’t quite form words. His finger tapped against your needy clit, stoking it with more fire. “Oh muh gud,” you choked out.
He buried himself deeper between your thighs. Tongue, fingers, vibrating snarls. He would not let you go. It didn’t matter; you will sacrifice the time.
“You’re going to come for me.” Your chubby thighs muffled Earl’s voice. “Do it. Come.”
He didn’t even need to ask. The rumbling of his demands sent you over the waterfall, bobbing, swaying, crashing into a million pieces at the bottom.
“Fuck! Fuck you! Fucking orc! Oh, fuck!” You cried out, sounding between pissed and pained. But neither was the case.
Earl chuckled, setting you back down. He stepped aside, watching, waiting to see what you would do.
“Lay down!” You commanded, pushing your hair out of your face.
He did as commanded. Dick sat straight up like a sundial.
You pushed off your panties and tossed your bra aside. You gathered up your hair, tying it up and away from your face. As you walked towards him, you kicked off your shoes.
You studied him, thinking about the best way to approach this. Oh well, you thought, I’m just going to dive in.
You straddled him, kissing him, licking his lips, sucking his tongue. You rubbed against him, leaving a wet trail on his belly. His hands stroked your back, grasping at you.
You sat up, easing backwards until his cock pressed against your ass. “I’ll tell you when to move again. Got it, Earl?” You tapped your finger to your lips. “Be good.” You sat up a bit, holding his cock in place so you could spear yourself on him.
Slowly. Slowly. You coaxed yourself. You’ve never taken something this big before. How this will go is something you can’t know. Although if you could take two Minotaur, you could do anything.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” Earl was surging as he tried to stay still. He was breathing hard, chest falling up and down rapidly.
“How long has it been?” You teased. “Hmm? What was the last pussy you got to fuck?” You licked your lips, still tasting his sweetness. “Never? Maybe once?”
His eyes shut tight. “A few times. Ah! But I never got to come!”
A little more. Steady! You pressed a hand against his chest. “What have you done since?” You bit your lip. He was filling you to the max! Could you even take anymore?
“Special cocksleeve,” he whimpered.
“Poor thing.” You moaned. “Well, open your eyes now.”
Earl’s dark brown eyes fluttered, seeing you were fully upon him. If you didn’t have such a belly, you might have been able to see him bulging inside you.
“Oh, fuck!” Earl gasped, throwing spittle from his lips.
“You won’t need that cock sleeve for much longer. I can promise you that.” You shifted your hips, grinding him deep inside you. Fuck, he was deep! Was this dangerous?
Earl was struggling to remain still. He was twitching all over.
“I know plenty of girls like me,” you giggled. “Queens who take pride in being able to take monster cocks with ease.”
Earl couldn’t speak. He was jerky and unfocused. His mind was between your thighs and up inside you.
“Boy, do you feel good though!” You gasped. “I almost hate to share. But a guy like you? You need to be shared to get all the sex you deserve.” You patted his cheek. “Now fuck me.”
Obliteration came to mind as Earl grabbed you, holding you down upon him while he shook his hips from below. You saw stars, no; you saw the bright white light at the end of a long tunnel. Was he fucking you to death? Could that happen?
At one point he stood up, pressing you against the wall. He thrust upwards inside you, growling and whining the whole time. Poor thing, desperate to fuck but unable to perform. Until now, at least. Even with no sexual skills, he knew where to drive.
Somewhere in time, he stood before the mirror, holding your legs to show you just how you took him. His shaft made your lips stretch wide open, your plump vulva overflowing. His massive sack was dripping with your wetness. You watched yourself bouncing on him. Great green cock disappearing and reappearing before you.
Your back was against the table, and Earl was on top of you. Deep thrusts had long shaken the good sense out of you. You may have to take the next day off. How long had it been? You hadn’t kept track of time.
“I’m coming,” Earl’s voice was tight.
You whimpered, unable to make a sound beyond nonverbal grunts and wheezes.
His body tensed, sweat glistening on his brow. He clenched his jaw, thrusting his tusks forward. “I’m gonna come! Oh fuck! You’re making me come!”
Yes, he was doing the same to you. Another rush of heat and power toppled you, throwing you into the currents and back down that waterfall. Something warm splattered against your face, your breasts, your belly. More and more of it coated you until Earl dropped to his knees on the floor. His head rested against your knee. His hot breath pelted onto your shin.
You reached down to make sure your vagina was still there. Most of it was. You laid back, breathing, trying to catch up with the flow of time.
“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” Earl was hurriedly darting around the room, trying to find something. “Please don’t be mad at me! I didn’t mean to go so hard.”
You braced yourself on the table, lapping his seed off your lips. You wiped more away before it got into your eye. He made a mess of you, that’s for sure.
Earl was using his shirt to wipe you up. “I’m so sorry, Miss.”
You grinned. “Don’t be.” You pulled him in for a kiss, lapping his lips and up his tusks. “I had a lot of fun with you. And never apologize for a good time. You had fun, right?” You pressed up against him.
Earl’s eyes were wide and shining.
“Let me tell you what.” You stood up, bad idea, your legs almost gave out from under you. “Can you hand me my tablet?”
Earl nodded, rushing over to get it and then place it in your hands. You tapped around the screen, trying to keep from tipping over. “I have a couple of friends I wouldn’t mind introducing you to. Great girls, eager for a challenge. How about I set up a dinner party so you can meet them?”
His flushed face changed color again. “I um. Well…what would…should I bring anything?” he stepped towards you again. “Wine? Maybe some fancy dessert?”
You giggled. “Just bring yourself. That’s all the girls really want.” You were already sending out a message to a group chat. “This is a special service, let’s just say.”
Earl was still fidgeting. He had done all that, and he was suddenly shy again. “Well, uh…thank you, Miss! People really recommended your services. I can see now they were underselling it.”
“Oh, anytime. Really.” You looked over his profile. “I’ll wait to post your profile after the dinner party. You may meet a lucky girl there.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Earl was nodding his head in excitement.
“Thank me once I’ve done my actual job. Half of the bill will also do.” You said, holding out your tablet so he could make payment.
“Yes, of course!” Earl reached for his pants folded neatly by the photography screen.
“I’ll contact you once I get the dinner party set up. You have my card should you need anything from me in the meantime.”
“Yes, of course.” His confidence was up, which is really what he needed. He practically skipped down the street he was so happy.
Your assistant came in after Earl had left. “Oh, my!” she gasped. “What happened to you?” She went to the closet, taking out a towel and a bottle of water.
You took a gulp of the water. “Just work.”
Your secretary happily mopped you up with the towel. “Are you going to take on your next client?”
“I need a moment,” you huffed. “Can you take care of it?”
Your secretary nodded excitedly. “Of course!” She was eager to help with interviews. Part of the reason you chose her. “I’ll get this place cleaned up in a jiff! You rest now, boss. Leave everything to me.”
You guzzled more water and sighed. “If there’s a way to move around appointments tomorrow, let me know.” You picked up your clothes and went into your office. Using your tablet, you shut all the blinds and dimmed the lights. Laying back on the sofa, you let your body sink down, down, down.
“Oh my god that was fucking stupid” you muttered. The post nut clarity was hitting. You need more than a nap to recover from that matchmaking interview. If you could even walk after the nap.
rules: answer these questions & tag 9 people you'd like to know better
reading: the perfect guy doesn’t exist. Very fanfic trope heavy. Don’t wanna finish it but half way through so don’t have much choice
last movie: sing (housemate and I were drunk last night and I wanted to watch sing 2 but couldn’t find it
last song: when did you get hot by Sabrina Carpenter (from my fanfic writing playlist to try and get juices flowing)
working on: trying to get more boundaries set up and make changes in my job
sweet or salty: sweet more often than not but I love salty food like popcorn
coffee or tea: coffee all the way, I’m a slut for a lil iced coffee
Tags (no pressure to do this, obviously this is just for funnies!) @villainsrtasty @toxictaicho @r473n @tomitsu @szayelapowo @miyukiinara and whoever else wants to do this challenge!!
Reading: Last time I did read Therese Raquin by Emile Zola. And Frankenstein 2025 fanfics.
Last movie: Saltburn (2023). Very bizarre but interesting. No likeable character there. Keoghan is such gremlin.
Last song: Dimitrie Cantemir's stuff heard it in the movie, recognized it and had listen to it again
Working on: Kurotsuchi Week and Vicreature fanfic
Sweet or salty: Salty
Coffee or tea: Green tea please
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Reading: Currently not reading anything (don't look at my pile of unread books)
Last Movie: Ferngully 2, which is a horrible sequel to Ferngully (a movie I loved as a kid) lol Last night I watched What About Bob? with Bill Murray, much better movie than Ferngully 2
Last Song: St. Jude by Florence and The Machine.
Working On: So many Mayuri fics rn 👀
Sweet or Salty: Sweet! I'm not a fan of very salty foods.
Coffee or Tea: Iced coffee is my life and without it I become a gremlin
If you wanna play: @mayuris-basement-dweller @r473n @riathevamp @macabrebatz @godzillajuniorreborn
Last Movie: The Descent, first time watch & I loved it
Last Song: I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany
Working on: Chapter 3 of Oh, The Horror!, Chapter 4 of Forbidden, fanfic requests, and a few Bleach & Dragon Age one shots
Sweet or Salty: Salty. Unfortunately sweet food often makes me sick which is a shame because I do enjoy sweet things
Coffee or tea: I’m a tea person through and through but I don’t drink it nearly as much as I used to
Only if you want to: @stygianoir @cherubgore @tinalbion @loo-looland @sethell @sexy-monster-fucker @mrfancyfoot @empressnarria @that-fannerd-with-the-glasses
Side Note: @macabrebatz Your WOW Orc fics bring me to my knees, by the way. You’re also responsible for making me have the hots for a freaky dancing clown which was NOT on my 2026 bingo card. So…thanks for that.
Reading: “The Hunger Games: Mockingjay” by Suzanne Collins (I leave for the military at the end of April and I’m only halfway through it, so I’m speed running this bad boy)
Last movie: Iron Lung
Last song: “Little Lies” by Fleetwood MAC
Working on: Terraforming for a train station on my Animal Crossing: New Horizons Island, taking the final exam for an intro course that will bump me up a rank if I complete it, making a habit out of running for 30 minutes every day
Sweet or Salty: Sweet. I have a BIG sweet tooth; my favorite combo that I buy on occasion is strawberries + dark chocolate.
Coffee or Tea: I’m a coffee person, but I only drink it for the taste. I don’t really get an energy kick from it anymore 🤷🏻♀️ (<— drank it so much in my teen years that now I’m immune)
Play along if you want! @darkdemetyr @wigglesdtuff @silverwind25 @inkiedraws @lana-belem @circleheadd @monsterfuckingthoughts
Thank you so much for including me in this @empressnarria <3
I would have responded earlier but work has been a killer.
I've always appreciated the likes and reblogs on my stuff.
The monster lovers on Tumblr have always been so sweet and supportive <3
Reading: "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho (being in your late twenties can be such a stressful and uncertain time, I'm hoping this book is able to help me find clarity)
Last Song: When Did You Get Hot by Sabrina Carpenter
Last Movie: House directed by Nobuhiko Obayashi
Working on: My job and trying to decide if I should go back to school. I also want to write more for all my fav fandoms. I also want to write more fics featuring my orc oc Kilian <3
Sweet or Salty: I love a sweet but I'm a salty girl at heart (someone give me chips please)
Coffee or Tea: I'm a coffee girly for sure. I'm unfortunately one of those people who needs it to function. One cup a day is all I need though.
Play along if you want: @strawberrypoundtown @momolady @monster-masher @monstrousdesirestudy
Author's Note: Hey guys. Orc Tarzan is heavy on the brain. I wrote this scene
You sighed in frustration as you passed the same tree you had seen half an hour ago.
You were a ladies maid traveling with a small party accompanying the princess on her journey to her future husband's neighboring kingdom. The journey entailed an arduous trek through the woods. You had made camp at the base of the mountain and had been sleeping in your tent when you had been ordered by the head ladies maid to retrieve water for the princess when she awoke.
Which is how you found yourself in your current predicament.
You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and found yourself completely lost returning from the creek where you had collected the water. You set down your pitcher and crossed your arms. You felt ridiculous going around in circles in the woods in only your nightgown and robes, your slippers already caked in mud.
The snap of a twig pulled your attention upward towards the trees. You saw small figures emerge from the branches. Goblins. Nearly thirty. All armed and looking displeased at your being uninvited on their territory. A feeling of dread began to settle in you as you began to take a few steps back.
“I was leaving,” you anxiously assured them as they glared at you.
Your slipper caught onto a root and you hit the ground with a thud.
One of the goblins shouted something in their language and they began to shriek, shimmying down the trees and charging towards you. You scrambled to your feet and sprinted. The goblins followed behind, closing the distance between you. You kept going. You robe caught onto a branch and you hastily freed yourself from it and kept running. Your nightgown continued to be tugged at and ripped by the unforgiving branches, intent on pulling you in and throwing you back to the goblins. Little did you know someone was witnessing the scene from above and following closely behind.
~
The lone orc who had inhabited these woods had never seen humans before, he had only heard of them through stories from the older creatures in the woods. He had been keeping a close eye on your party the last few days of your journey, fascinated by this new species. In the early morning he had been patrolling the woods from above and had noticed you wandering the woods alone, dangerously close in goblin territory.
The goblins usually had kept to themselves, residing underground in their caves. But the humans had set all the creatures of the woods on edge. Historically they had never been kind. The lone orc was a testament to that, the last of his kind in these woods. So he kept an eye on you from above. Intrigued by your moves. He observed the goblins charging towards you in a frenzy. But you were no soldier or hunter, he determined that from your terrified expression as you fled. So he lunged from his perch and grabbed hold of a vine, pushing himself off the trunk of the tree to build momentum and gliding towards you. As he flew over the goblins he reached out towards you.
~
You continued to run but to your horror you were going towards a ravine. You knew logically there was no way you’d make it across but you wouldn't let that stop you from trying. With every bit of energy you could muster you flung yourself off the edge. Much to your surprise you didn’t plummet downward but flew across. You look down to find the goblins racing beneath you.
You looked behind you to find a massive orc holding you by the back of your nightgown. You screamed in terror as he looked down at you in confusion. You looked down to find a goblin chewing at your slipper. You took the pitcher, miraculously still in your hand, and beat the creature away. He slipped off, taking your shoe and the pitcher with him. You continued to scream as the orc pulled you up towards the forest canopy and landed on a thick branch with a thud.
You wrestled your way out of the orcs grip and began to regain your footing beside him. The goblins sprouted through the canopy and charged towards you. You practically threw yourself back into your savior's arms as he immediately jumped back through the canopy, twisting and turning every which way as the goblins continued their pursuit. You had been readjusted to cling to his back. Not even the terror of the chase could allow you to escape the brief embarrassment you felt about the thin fabric of your nightgown being the only thing that separated your bare breasts from his muscular back.
He released his grip on the vine and the two of you landed on a trunk. You think the added weight might have been a little too much for him as he grunted in discomfort straddling the two of you above the entrance of the trunk, his thighs tightened in an effort to keep the trunk in one piece.
The shrieks of the goblins grew closer and you pointed towards them.
“There.” you shouted.
The orc quickly reassessed the situation and plunged into the trunk, holding you closely against him. Clusters of goblins began to lumber in behind you. The weight was too much for the old trunk and it began to split open. The two of you fell from the collapsing structure and plummeted towards the forest floor. You screamed in horror as the orc desperately clung onto a vine. The skin on his hand grew blistered as the two of you slid down. He roared in determination, clinging tightly to you. After what felt like an eternity. The vine snapped back up, pulling the two of you up with it. You landed on another branch and looked up to find the remnants of the trunk tumbling down towards you.
The orc acted fast and pushed you towards the base of the tree. You held his body close to yours, in any other situation the intimacy would have been scandalous, but the fear of the situation made you forget such things. The trunk slammed against the first floor and the goblins retreated.
~
One of the goblins hissed something and to your surprise the orc responded back in what seemed to be perfect ghukliak. You used the opportunity to pull away from the orc and slip to the other side of the tree and onto another branch.
~
The orc assured the goblin king that he’d keep an eye on the humans and would escort the human woman back to her camp. The goblin king furrowed his brow in disapproval.
“I’m far older than you, I remember humans in these woods. Depleting our resources and our populations. They aren’t to be trusted.”
“I certainly don’t need a reminder on the pitfalls of human nature, your highness.”
The goblin nodded, he pulled your discarded slipper out of his belt and handed it to the orc.
“We’ll be going then.”
The orc took the slipper and turned around to find you had disappeared.
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orc husband who's worked hard to get you pregnant. he's fucked you every day in all kinds of ways, filling you full and then holding your hips up on his lap to make sure it all stays inside you.
finally, after a few months of relentlessly breeding you, it sticks. when you don't bleed at the usual time, he crows with victory, beating his chest at the idea that you're carrying his youngling.
he starts preparing everything—building the addition on your house, making sure you have new clothes for your bigger body. he spends his evenings carving designs into the crib, every leaf of the design filled with his hope and anticipation.
as the months drag on, though, you become more and more uncomfortable. carrying an orc's child is no easy business. but your husband's smile grows wider every day as he takes in the sight of you, breasts swollen and belly full of his youngling. if anything, he fucks you with even more vigor, marveling at the way your stomach jiggles with every thrust. then he rubs your tired, overworked muscles until you fall asleep in his arms.
the change happens when you're nearing the birth. your orc husband suckles your nipples like he always does during sex, but for the first time, you leak. his mouth falls open and his eyes go wide as he tastes your milk on his tongue.
suddenly, his pupils are huge, his cock swollen up and pointing straight at you. he seizes your breast in his hand and sucks harder, moaning as you spill out onto his tongue.
now he has to be inside you.
usually he takes care with to be gentle with you, but suddenly, he's beyond that. he roars as he sinks into you, feral with his need. you are carrying his youngling, making milk for his youngling, and he can't control how ravenous he's become.
your orc husband knows just what will make you scream, so he finds your spot and grits his teeth, his tusks gleaming as he attacks it relentlessly. he nurses a climax from you, his eyes rolling back in his head as you squeeze and clench all around him, finally driving him over the edge.
he nuzzles against your throat, licking your sweat, his breath finally slowing after the hunger took him over.
soon, your youngling will be here, and then he'll plant another one in you.
Your orc husband is a magnificent specimen of his kind. Tall, broad, and strong like an ox. His rock-hard muscles are covered in hair, and his tusks are always sharp. Your incredible husband is a warrior and has been his clan's hero for many years. His numerous scars speak volumes of his legendary courage and devotion to his family's and your safety.
But there is one thing that completely disarms him - going shirtless. Why? His nipples are tiny and oh-so-sensitive. He refuses to show them, always hiding them under fur or animal skin, blushing furiously whenever something brushes against them. He even tries to cover them when sleeping with you.
But he can't stay with his top on for too long around you. You adore those little dark green buds, and licking them is your obsession. Every chance you get, you lift his top and dive in between his massive hairy tits, inhaling his beautiful body aroma. He instantly blushes, shivering from anticipation, knowing what is waiting for him.
The moment you press the tip of your tongue on his nipple, he moans, grabbing you by your hair. His hard cock pulsates against you, reacting to your warm mouth and teeth molesting his sensitive green buds. You twirl your tongue, sucking and sucking, while pinching his other nipple with your fingers.
Sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll cum just from that, and you always enjoy making your colossal orc husband crumble so easily under your touch.
Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.
But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.
Thinking about your orc lover teaching you how to speak Orkish. You've been begging him to teach you, wanting to understand the words he whispers in your ear when he lovingly fucks you. The two of you find the experience a little taxing considering you turn your language lessons into an opportunity to exploit the inherent sensuality of your relationship. Your lover keeps his face close to yours, softly cupping your face with his muscular hand and brushing his thumb over your lips. You are no better, suggestively leaning towards him with the language book close to your chest. You decide to practice anatomical words, and what better visual reference than his gorgeous body? You start with the chest, softly tracing your finger around his nipple as you murmur the word in his native tongue. Then the stomach, tracing your nails down his abs. After, the thigh, giving it a squeeze. Finally, your hand hovers over his hard cock and he eagerly grabs it and presses it against it. Your lover takes the book from your and tosses it on the table. He sweeps you up and tells you the rest of the lesson can be continued from your bed. It's only a matter of time before the both of you are moaning Orkish words loud enough to be heard over the creaking of the tired bed frame.
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Orc mate who isn’t used to hiding his desires for you in public.
In the company of his kin, he’s free to take you anytime the mood strikes. You still haven’t gotten over how he fucked you through several orgasms with just his thick fingers while talking through defense and formation strategies for travel during the last council meeting before this very journey. He had you spread out over the table cumming on his tongue during the closing discussions and long after the meeting adjourned.
But now he’s not-so-discreetly working his cock along your body as he shuffles behind you through a crowded market, pressing into your lower back given the height difference.
You tease him by playing into it, stopping abruptly to grind against his throbbing length when you're just "scanning the grounds for danger" or taking an interest in one of the "very promising" wares at a vendor's stall.
He knows exactly what you're up to, but he does nothing to put a stop to it. Why shouldn't he claim his mate here? It's perfectly natural for mates to share in their desires. It's his duty to care for your needs and he can feel exactly how needy you're getting through your clothes as you continue to frot against his cock any chance you get between glances from market-goers.
Feeling bold, you turn to your mate, positioned between him and an unmanned stall near the edge of the commotion. Deep growls of approval escape your lover as both your hands begin to work up and down the length of his cock tenting through the garments sitting low around his waist.
"Good mate," your Orc groans so worked up he cums in his waistcloths after only a few caresses from your hand. It begins dripping onto the cobblestone and a little down his thigh. With a few quick steps, your Orc mate is pulling you behind the empty market stall and grunting at you to “clean up the mess you made”.
When you smile mischievously, he grasps all your hair in a huge fist, firm but gentle, and tilts your head back so your gazes are locked. “I know you heard me.”
You're barely able to nod your head against his grasp, but he gets the message and guides your head down between his legs where you lap up everything you can get - up his inner thigh, cleaning his cock with your tongue, feeling him already half hard again, onlookers be damned at this point.
He notices your eyes glazed over sucking the cum off his cloths as you moan and he can’t take any more of this. He has to have you, his sweet mate. You’re his to have, to please. Damn these prudish human customs.
He drags you to an inn with a huff, but he may as well have bent you over in the street. The room might keep you out of sight, but does precious little for the sounds of ecstasy spilling over into the crowded square while your Orc takes you as he pleases.
prone bone with your orc boyfriend because nothing makes you feel smaller or more truly owned by him. your body is completely engulfed by his as he gently humps and thrusts into you, stretching you so perfectly. with one arm he cradles your head, stroking your hair and whispering delicious, dirty words of affection into your ear. my sweet girl, you're taking me so well, he praises. i love you like this... so good for me. the other lays still underneath your helpless body, your swollen clit grinding against his huge fingers with every one of his thrusts. it's slow, almost torturously so, until your cunt tightens around his thickness and you are shaking underneath him. that's it, he whispers, right on the edge of his own release. cum for me, angel. and you do, screaming in the most agonizing ecstacy as he, too, reaches his peak, filling you to the brim with his thick, hot seed.
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Hello fellow monsterfuckers! I was wondering when you write smut if you censor the words? I have been doing that but I recently received a comment (on a now deleted post) indicating it was jarring.
