this is the stuff of Gods

Big as a mountain, green as the forest, and looking so hot you are practically salivating just looking at him. And he’s trying to pick up another twink.

Every night it’s the same.

He dances with them, he gropes them where everyone can see… And then they disappear. It shouldn’t be a worry for you, why would you care? But fuck. You are a bit jealous. He looks just like your type, monster sized and ready to fuck you into the mattress. But he always picks up others.

“You are so pretty, such a cute girl,” he keeps saying into the twinks face, and you can’t stop the huff of amusement that escapes your mouth as you clean the next table over. There’s no way this dude thinks that twink is a woman… is it?

You’ve heard stories of a monster who is too dense to understand this is a gay bar. That he’s taking men home. But you thought it was like a myth, something people talked about just because it was a funny thought. Nobody could be so dumb, could he? Well… Maybe he could.

You could shut up, you could walk away… But you see the twink disappearing and the words escape your mouth before you can even process them. “Hey, buddy, maybe you should stop thinking those men are petite women, it’s weird. You aren’t fooling anybody with the whole I’m straight discourse when you are here every couple nights looking for a twink,” there’s bitterness in your tone.

He looks you up and down, recognizing you and offering a tiny smile that makes your dick twitch inside your jeans. “What do you mean? I’ve been taking human women every night,” he tells you. He looks clearly confused. You might have to swallow back a laugh. Is this orc for real right now?

“This is a gay club. All the human women are into other women. You have been flirting and taking home twinks. Men. You’ve been fucking men,” you say the last phrase very slowly.

“What is a twi-twwink?” His mispronunciation amuses you more than anything else, and the smile that breaks on your face is one of absolute delight. His head tilts to the side in a confused movement that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is in an orc as big as he is.

“Twink,” you correct and he nods. “They are men. Skinny and most of the time smaller, but men nonetheless.” He looks so confused, you want to slap your dick on his face so bad. What a himbo. You can almost see his lonely neuron trying to work out what you mean.

He shakes his head, but there’s a hint “No. They are women. Just like you.” That affirmation hits you like a clown. You start laughing, bending down and clutching your stomach trying to breathe through the wheezes.

When you are more calm, you start talking again, between half giggles still. “I’m not a woman, dude. I might be smaller than you, like everyone else by the way,” you add. He’s fucking massive after all. “I have a dick just like you.” Even if probably way smaller, there’s no way someone as huge as him has a little dick. He could probably break you in two. And you’d say thank you.

His next response catches you off guard. “Probe it.” You stare at him, eyes as big as plates and confusion probably written all over your face.

“What?” The tray in your hands doesn’t fall to the ground, but it’s a close call. You rest it on the table, thanking the goddess for the club being kind of empty today.

He doesn’t even hesitate for a second before he’s getting up and into your space, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at him. Fuck, why is that so hot? Why does he have to be so fucking massive. “Show me your dick. Let me see you aren’t a woman.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, and you want to fall to your knees and worship his dick.

But two can play this teasing game. “Follow me.”

Game on, you himbo orc.

You signal to your colleague that you are taking a break and guide him to the back, where the employee’s bathroom is located. It’s filthy and a bit too dark for your taste, giving it a shady vibe that makes your skin crawl, but this won’t take long. For what it’s worth, the bathroom is private and has a good lock, so it’s your best option right now. You just want to probe a point.

He follows so close you can feel the heat of his body, filling you with anticipation, and hoping he fills you with something else. But also knowing there’s no way he would be DTF if he sees your dick, he’s not into that. Or so he says.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, which sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that pushes forward all your bravado. Okay. You can do this. You can show your dick to the big orc you’ve been thirsting over since the first time you saw him. Easy.

You look down not to look at him at the face, unbuttoning your pants in a rush. You are pulling down your pants and underwear and letting them pool on the floor before he can say anything. His eyes are big as plates as he stares at your erection.

“See? I have a dick.” You jerk it just to probe a point, the pearl at the tip catches the light in the shady employee’s bathroom.

He crowds you against the wall, his too big body on your front while his hands travel down and cup your ass. You are panting when he slips his hand down and presses a dry finger against your asshole. It twitches involuntarily and you moan.

“But you also have such a pretty pussy,” he pushes his big finger a bit, to the first knuckle, and you are having trouble breathing. Your knees buckle under you, and you grab onto his biceps, as big as your whole head. Goddess.

You try to focus, try to act nonchalant even though your dick is so hard you could hit nails with it. A new form of crucifixion. “It’s not a pussy, buddy. Stop calling it that. It’s my ass.” Your voice gets a high-pitched tone when he presses even deeper, rubbing your inner walls and making your eyes cross.

“Bussy then.” You are so overwhelmed by the feeling of his finger inside of you that you don’t question how he knows that term, your whole brain is vacating your ideas through your mouth, melting in the form of moans.

“Oh, no. Do not call it tha-” Your voice breaks when he pushes his whole finger inside. You let out a curse because of the sting, but your dick is leaking already.

And you don’t get time to say anything else because he’s bending down and claiming your mouth in an earth shattering kiss that makes your dick twitch and your ass clench.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his voice breathless and needy. He could do anything to you right now and you’d be happy.

His fingers are moving relentlessly in and out of you, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane but not enough to get you there. You can barely breathe. Much else say anything.

But your inner brat is always ready to pounce, even when your brain is not working properly. “Now you are all cute about it?”

He doesn’t fight it, his mouth on your neck when he whispers against your ear. “Yes. Can I fuck your pus- your ass?” He rectifies in the last second with a proud smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck- Yes. Yes. Come on.” You point somewhere to your right. “I have lube in the- in the cabinet. Good goddess.” His finger is exploring your insides and he rubs against your prostate, making your whole body feel electrified.

The lube is there. You don’t even see him moving, but the next second there’s cold against your crack, and he adds another finger. He stretches you like a professional, going as fast as possible without making you hurt. Just a tiny bit of sting, the right amount to drive your pleasure even higher. By the time he slips the fourth finger, you are ready to bite his hand off if he doesn’t replace it with his dick soon.

“I’m- I’m read. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me.” You are only saying incoherences, but you don’t care. “I need your cock. Your green popsicle. Please. Fuck. Please.

He turns your body around, your front pressed against the wall while he pulls your ass back so you are exposed to his hungry eyes. Your legs are still entangled in the fabric of your pants and underwear, but it’s not like he cares. He positions his dick… and thrusts.

The scream that leaves your throat is one of pure ecstasy, his dick filling every nook and cranny inside of you. You’ve never been so full, you’ve never felt so incredibly debauched. He grabs your hips and pulls you up, your feet in the air until you are basically hanging there, his dick in your ass and your hands against the wall.

And that’s it. He starts fucking you like you are nothing but a toy. He uses his superior strength and body weight to move you like you are a human fleshlight, and you can’t do anything but to moan in pleasure.

His dick is so big you can feel it everywhere, and with each thrust he hits your prostate. Your toes are curling, your eyes are crossing… But you can’t come. The movements are too fast for you to grab your dick without danger of hitting your head against the wall.

But it’s not like that seems like a problem to him. “I’m gonna- Fuck. I’m going to fill you. You are going to look so hot with my cum leaking out of your puss- FUCK.”

His growl is followed by a sinful amount of come filling your insides. He throbs and throbs inside of you, filling you to the brim. Until there’s no space left, until his come is leaking off you around his dick. It’s a mess, absolute filth… And fuck, you’ve never been as hard in your fucking life. You need to come more than you need to breathe.

The second he pulls out, he’s letting you onto your feet softly. You don’t know how, but your knees hold you up. You turn around and push him down until he’s on his knees. He follows willingly, your dick right there.

You start jerking off, the tip against his lips, framed by his beautiful tusks. The whole image, including the way he’s looking up at you like you are a god, and the fact that his tongue lolls out just enough to taste your precum… You are done for.

You spill all over his face while he smirks up at you, on his knees, on a filthy bathroom floor and looking fucked out and completely content.

“Maybe you are right. I think I’m into men,” he says after a beat, his face painted with your come and a big smile spreading on his green face.