Listen listen listen
im ovulating and I know you little freaks KNOW I am an orc girlie okay
and tonight's high thots have me DESPERATE to be bred by a fucking TANK of an orc ok??
a big, brutal fucker absolutely rut drunk coming home from the battlefield and dragging his little mate straight to bed
his weight pressing you deep into the furs, every inch of him heavy, hot, unstoppable, still a warlord even in bed as his tusked mouth drags against your throat as he snarls, hips slamming forward hard enough to rattle the frame beneath you
“mine,” he growls voice a rumble of thunder against your skin. “gonna put heirs in you till you’re round with me. till every bastard in this land sees whose owns you”
each thrust is another claim, brutal and deep, as if he were driving stakes into the ground to mark his territory. his hand spanns your belly possessively, pressing down to feel himself inside you, groaning like the proof of it alone was enough to undo him as you scream and gush around him
he wont stop when he spilled, the bastard doesn't even slow
he just grinds harder, chasing the next peak, desperate to pump more of himself into you. sweat dripping from his temples, tusks grazing your jaw as he kisses you almost tenderly, even as his body breaks you open again and again and again and again
and when his roar finally shakes the rafters, he collapses over you, massive chest heaving, lips dragging reverent along your temple. still buried deep, still twitching inside you, purring low in his throat in a sound of victory, of possession, of a beast who had conquered and would never let go
ya know what I'm sayin????
and all the gods help us when you DO finally get heavy with his babies
( ꈍᴗꈍ)
