this was posted on twitter first n i free balled it so sorry if the structure n grammar are a lil wonky! orc Soap x human Gaz / sex pollen / 18+ MDNI
Gaz travels from village to village with nothing more than the clothes on his back, the wide variety of medicinal herbs and potions he’s spent hours crafting, and the big, beefy orc that never seems to leave his side—or, as he introduced himself as, Soap.
Soap was massive, easily towering over Gaz, who was far from small himself, thick with muscle and was probably the most gorgeous orc Gaz has ever seen.
And he’s come across plenty during his endeavors coming and going from one village before he's off to the next—always in search for the next sick or injured patient to heal.
Somewhere along the way Soap joined his voyage, never allowing Gaz to carry the heavier loads of luggage, even when he was perfectly fit to, as they talked about any and everything they possibly could.
Soap was great company. Always showing interest in the various potions and medicines Gaz made, asking endless questions because he was far too fascinated not to.
It was cute, charming even, and Gaz would feel his heart swell from the light shining in Soap's eyes, curiosity needing to be quelled.
So of course, the small vile he had thought he hid caught the large orc's perceptive eye, the glow of green too captivating to ignore.
"Wot's this?" he asked, holding the vile up to his face.
When Gaz turns he nearly drops the wooden bowl of plant mixture on the ground. "Oh! That's nothing important, just a failed potion I wanted to try out, is all." He stammered out. "Here, give me that and I'll throw it out."
He watched the quirk in Soap's brow, clearly noticing the switch in his human's demeanor. Wordlessly he pops the cork out.
"Throwin' it out's a waste. What kinda medicine were ye going for?"
Panic flares the closer he brings the green powder to his nose. Consumption was the recommended form of intake, but somehow Gaz had made that batch far too potent, so even inhaling too much was grounds for disaster.
He rounds the makeshift table—Soap had made it for him, happy to give him something stable to work on for however long they would stay in the current cave they resided in—hastily reaching up, even if it were futile.
"Give me that, Soap! You really shouldn't be inhaling that."
But it was too late by then.
“Wot’s wrong with it? Doesn’t smell funny or anything to me.”
A wave of warmth hits him full force, the deep green of his skin flushing a hint a red. His breathing slows briefly, before quickening, heart pounding in his chest.
“Ah feel funny. Wot was that, Gaz?” His attention falls on Gaz, a fuzzy cloud dulling his thoughts, slowly replacing them with a singular one, only growing in intensity the more he states the human down before him.
“Fuck, sit down for me, Soap.”
Gaz leads him to sit down in the corner of the cave, a soft blanket already laid out for when they turn in for the night. He was panicking, unsure of how strong the effects of his…pollen would be since he hadn’t tested it yet.
Quickly he takes Soaps usual canister of water, offering it to the orc to drink. Hopefully getting enough fluids into his system will help to flush it out. Getting him to drink is trickier than expected, however. Soap’s a mumbling mess, pupils blown wide under hooded eyelids.
Gaz could barely see the shade of blue in his irises that had captivated him more times than he’d like to admit. “Gaz…” Soap muttered, large hands grasping at Gaz’s waist, pawing at the thin layer of fabric from his tunic.
He could feel the heat radiating off him, through his palms and off his body. Gaz cursed internally. “I’ll get you some more water, you’re burning up.” When he goes to step away he doesn’t budge. The hold Soap has on him tightens slightly. “Please stay.”
He really shouldn’t. He needs to double check the notes he wrote for the potion and figure out the best way to counteract the effects. But gosh if it wasn’t the look on the orc’s face—all flushed, tears already wailing up—then it was definitely the press of his rock hard cock on his inner thigh chipping at his resolve.
He shifts seeing the very large tint between Soap’s legs barely restrained by the pair of shorts he sported—the only piece of clothing the orc ever wore, to be honest—and his mouth waters, suddenly.
He can’t. He really shouldn’t, even if he’s dreamed about the stupidly handsome orc taking him to bed and fucking him senseless multiple times before. Even when he’s tugged on his own cock, needy and leaking, at he thought of Soap hovering over him, claiming him in the mostprimal way he can.
His resolve chips more with the way Soap’s hands wonder to his ass, gripping the plump muscle and fat there. His nose presses into Gaz’s neck, inhaling where his scent is strongest and his hips buck against Gaz’s thigh.
“Please, Gaz… need ye so bad it hurts.” Heat pools low in his gut. He had gotten used to Soap’s vulgarity, but this was different, a physical manifestation of Gaz’s deepest, most greediest desire. The brush of solid tusks along his shoulder and the heat omitting from the solid mass against his thigh throttles every last bit of resolve left, the heat from Soap prickling at his nerve endings.
All it takes is a slight shift, barring more of his neck for Soap to catch on, wasting no time to lick, suck, and nibble whatever bit of warm skin he can.
A small moan slips past Gaz’s lips as he’s pulled closer, chest and torso flush with the orc’s wide chest and torso. “Need to feel ye. All of ye.” He rustles with the tunic until it’s off and quickly discarded off to the side, now bare from the waist up.
In seconds Soap latches onto his nipple, tongue rolling over the perky bud in quick, needy motions, desperate to hear more of the pretty sounds Gaz makes when he does. He’s only played with his nipples a few time before and it never felt this good.
His hips grind into the soft flesh of Soap’s stomach, the bit of friction it creates like a bolt of electric frying his nerves. It feels good, but he needs more. Knows that Soap needs more too, mind far too clouded in his haze of arousal.
“Hold up for a second.” Gaz said, earning a displeased grunt from Soap. He takes a bit of nudging but, somehow, he’s able to push away. “If we’re gonna continue any further, we’re gonna need a few things.” Soap nods slow, exercising every bit of control he can muster.
He wasn’t completely out of his mind, thankfully, but as more time passed the quicker the pollen settled in his system. That and the aching sensation of his cock on top of the smoldering heat was driving him mad. He’s quick to shed himself of the shorts, sighing with relief.
It doesn’t take much longer for Gaz to return, much to Soap’s pleasure, with a large vile of lubricant, extra blankets, some rags and the biggest canister of water he could find. Gaz stops in his tracks, unable to take his eyes off his big green companion.
“Woah..” is all he manages to say.
Soap was massive, both in height and stature, but like Gaz predicted, he was also well endowed below the belt as well. Hung low and heavy, a trail of dark coarse hair from his navel all the way down a pair of heavy balls.
He makes quick work of laying the blankets down and setting the water a safe distance away, close enough to reach but not get knocked over during their…festivities, before popping the cork off the vile, lathering a generous amount on Soap’s fingers, then lays spread out on the thick pile of blankets.
Soap is on him fast, hovering over his smaller body, spreads Gaz’s legs impeccably wide before pressing a thick finger at his hole. Gaz shivers at the cold, wet texture, but doesn’t have time to get used to the feeling before the digit penetrates through.
He groans at the burn at first, getting a bit of time to adjust to the slow stretch of Soap’s finger before he’s working it into him, rubbing against velvety walls in quick motions.
Soap’s in a rush, the heat punching at his core growing to an overwhelming burn, and he needs the feeling of Gaz to elevate the pain.
One finger quickly becomes two, then three, thoroughly stretching and spreading Gaz open enough to the sheer size of Soap. Soon after Gaz is a panting mess, stretched out wider than he thought imaginable.
He feels the tip of Soap’s cocks at his entrance, probing gently, before he sinks right in, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest from how tight Gaz was squeezing him. Something in Soap’s hindbrain switches as he pushes himself further, cock throbbing each inch he burrow in deeper.
The faint haze became a dense fog, a singular thought to breed the only human he’s ever been this attached to until he was full with nothing but his cum on repeat. The last ounce of restraint Soap had crumbled along with the snap of his hips.
Gaz howls, a fresh stream of tears falling down his cheeks, unbearably full in such a delicious way from being completely stuffed from Soap’s cock. His hips snap, rubbing every part inside Gaz’s asshole, balls slapping against bare skin with a loud plap.
Each thrust is frantic, pushing in deep like Soap has a personal goal—and truthfully he does—that ends with Gaz’s stomach bulging while Soap’s spend leaks from his raw, puffy hole.
It doesn’t take long for both to cum, pupils forming hearts when he sees the inflation of soft brown skin.
The growl he lets out sends shivers down Gaz’s spine—cock pulsing still—unsure if he was way in over his head or not, but fuck if he wasn’t gonna take as much as he humanly could.
They were in for a long, eventful night.
