Being the mate of an orc is an interesting experience. It was already uncommon for a horde member to pick a human as a mate. And it was still frowned upon by many orcs. Grommash didn’t care though. Nobody could tell him that he couldn’t have you. From the moment he first saw you he felt himself being pulled towards you.

For the most part, picking you as his mate had been smooth sailing. He had asked you to go on a hunt alone with him. Orcs hunted all the time but asking someone to hunt alone with them tended to be an indication that they were choosing a mate. You didn’t know this when you had agreed to go. But it became obvious when halfway through the hunting trip Grom had pressed you against a tree, his large frame encapsulating you. Soon the hunting trip had turned into a heated make-out session.

Everything was going according to plan. He had gotten you back to his tent and sat you on the edge of his bed. There was only one problem in his plan to make you his mate: Grommash was too big.

There was simply no way that all of him could fit inside of you. You were absolutely sure of it.

There was one undeniable fact about orcs and that was that they were massive. They were bigger than all humans. It didn’t matter your size. They outweighed and towered over every human they came across. And Grommash was no exception. He was a warrior and the Chieftain of the Warsong clan after all, not to mention one of the biggest orcs in the clan.

His biceps were rounder than your head. His hands were bigger than your face. His fingers were incredibly large compared to yours.

You honestly weren’t sure what you were expecting but when you removed his pelt you were at a loss for words.

There was no way.

His cock was heavy and hard, hanging down in front of your face as you sat on the edge of the bed. It was green like the rest of his skin, the head was flushed a purple color.

You lifted it up a bit with your hand, feeling the weight of it. It was long and thick. You couldn’t even wrap your hand around it, your fingertips nowhere close to even meeting your thumb. You were too stunned to speak and your brain was scrambling to figure out the logistics of this massive thing going inside of you.

Grommash seemed to read your mind. He brought his thumb up to your face and rubbed your cheek. He smirked as he looked down at you.

“You don’t have to worry about it just yet,” he said.

As much as Grom wanted to plunge his cock all the way inside of you, he was content with pleasuring you in other ways for now.

His large hand moved down, resting on your shoulder. His thumb grazed your throat as he gently pushed you onto your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he knelt in front of you.

His hand found its way to the hem of your pants, hesitating for a moment to look up at you. After giving him a swift nod of approval his fingers latched underneath the hem. He mumbled something about “humans always wearing too much clothes” as he slid off your pants and underwear.

Grommash hummed to himself as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs as far apart as he could.

“Look at that,” he said.

He was staring at your glistening cunt in awe. You could hear a growl rumble in his chest as he brought his large fingers up to you, gently rubbing across your folds with his thumb. He grazed against your clit causing a gasp to escape your lips.

“So wet for me already,” he said, rubbing slow circles against your clit.

He paused for a moment causing you to whine. He shushed you as he spread apart the lips of your cunt with his large fingers. His index finger dipped down, lingering against your entrance but not entering. He looked as if he was deep in thought.

Maybe, just maybe.

Grommash leaned down further until his face was level with your pussy. He wrapped his hands around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He nuzzled his head in between your legs, tusks pressing into the skin between your thighs, as he licked experimentally up your folds.

You moaned, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Grommash chuckled before licking again, this time dipping his tongue into you. There was another rumble from his chest, the taste of you on his tongue unlocking something feral inside of him.

The grip on your thighs got tighter as he lapped at your cunt, licking and plunging into you in a desperate attempt to taste more of you.

Your hand snaked down, resting on his head as you moaned his name. Your fingers entwined in his raven hair, gripping just a bit. He growled in response, sending vibrations through your body. You shuddered a bit at the sensation.

He dragged his tongue against you, occasionally wrapping his large lips around your clit, sucking at the bud before dipping back down, fucking his tongue into your hole.

“Mmm…Grom, it feels so…good,” you moaned.

Without warning you felt Grom’s thick index finger begin to push inside of you. A guttural moan left your mouth as your back arched, grinding yourself against his face mindlessly. His finger stretched your walls as he entered you. There was some pain but your wetness let him slide in easier than either of you would have expected. It felt so perfect.

His tongue licked upwards before focusing on your clit, sucking it into his mouth once more. Your hips bucked against him causing him to groan. He slid his finger out before pushing it back in. He curled it inside of you, sliding it against your spongy walls. This was pleasure you simply had never experienced until now.

Before you knew it, he was pushing a second finger in, stretching you out more. Your mouth fell agape as you struggled to make any sound. You had never felt so full before. There was more pain than before but he didn’t give you much time to think about it as he plunged both fingers inside of you, thrusting his hand at a faster speed than before.

“Gods, Grom,” you moaned as gripped his hair a bit tighter.

The tent was soon filled with lewd, wet sounds as Grom relentlessly pumped his fingers into you. With every thrust of his hand, your cunt squelched, clenching around his digits.

“Grom, I’m gonna…”

It felt like your breath had been knocked out of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs involuntarily clamped down around Grom as he continued to curl his fingers into you, massaging and prodding at that spongy spot inside of you. His tusks pressed harder into your legs as he continued to devour you. You were sure you’d have bruises there by tomorrow but you didn’t care.

Your entire body shook as you rode your waves of pleasure, falling apart under Grom’s touch. You squirmed, your entire body felt too sensitive. Grom continued lapping at your clit, swirling his tongue around it.

“Grom, please,” you whined.

He pulled away momentarily, giving your clit a break. His fingers slowed but continued to slide in and out of you.

“Please what?” he questioned.

He leaned forward, placing his free hand beside your head. You tried to speak but found yourself at a loss for words, too entranced by the texture of his fingers inside you.

“Use your words, my dearest,” he cooed.

You tried to speak but you just couldn’t form the words. All you could do was moan as warmth pooled at your core. Your mouth hung open as Grommash’s hand began to speed up again. He watched you intently, studying your face as it contorted with ecstasy. Something inside of you was building and he knew it, bringing his thumb up to your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you.

It felt different from the orgasm before. It felt just as pleasurable if not more, but it felt so different, so foreign to your body that it almost worried you. You weren’t fully sure what was happening to you.

“Wait, Grom, wait,” you pleaded.

But it was too late. Another orgasm hit you causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. It felt like something snapped inside of you as his fingers curled, hitting that spongy spot once more. Your hips bucked into him as you gasped, your head falling back onto the furs below you, eyes squeezing shut. Your body trembled, tensing up as you rode out your climax.

“Mmm, look at the mess you’re making,” Grom said, groaning.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him in confusion. Your eyes drifted down watching yourself in amazement and mild horror as you squirted around his fingers. The clear liquid spurted out onto his large hands and the bed underneath you with every thrust of his fingers.

You moan at the sight, the euphoria of the new sensation overtaking you. Grom’s hand slowed and then pulled out of you slowly. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your entrance clenching and fluttering around nothing.

Grommash brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them.

“Who knew humans could taste so good?” he said.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you said quietly.

The orc leaned down, pressing his body into yours and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, now you know,” he replied.

You hummed, bringing your hand up to his chest, grazing one of the piercings on his nipple.

He then kissed you on your lips. The cold metal ring on his tusk pressed against your cheek as he did so.

His hand pulled at your tunic, ripping it off completely underneath him. You were now completely bare.

His large hand kneaded at your breast, occasionally pinching at the nipple. You moaned against his lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.

As he pressed into you more, you could feel his erection between your legs, occasionally sliding against your sensitive skin. He ground his hips against yours, cock slipping against you, causing himself to groan as he feverishly kissed you.

You knew what he wanted but you weren’t confident that he was going to get it. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you, you were just worried still about him being inside of you.

As you pulled away from his lips you met his gaze, looking into his eyes. They were glazed over, lust-filled, and full of admiration. He wanted you. He needed so much more of you.

He ground his hips against you again.

“Need to be inside of you. Need to make you a proper mate,” he said in a low voice.

His hips bucked, causing you to moan as his cock slid across your folds, desire building up inside of you.

“I know. But I don’t think it’ll fit, Grom,” you said, quietly.

“Nonsense,” he grumbled as he got off the top of you.

He took his cock into his hand. It was already glistening with precum as he gave it a few lazy strokes.

“If you can take my fingers, you can take this,” he stated.

Just the sight of him jerking off was enough to make you spread your legs. You were basically salivating at the sight of him. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, although the fear of being ripped apart still lingered.

“Take it slow, okay? Don’t put all of it in, Grom. I really don’t think I can take all of it,” you said.

He spread your legs further apart before sliding his cock against your swollen clit, causing yet another moan to come out of you.

“Whatever you say, my dearest,” he said.

You took a deep breath as Grom began to push the head of his cock into you. You hissed as it stretched the tight band of flesh around your walls. You were practically dripping from your last orgasm but your wetness only helped so much.

Grommash let out a low groan as he pushed his member into you at an agonizing pace. Pain was surging through you, bringing tears to your eyes. He was only a few inches in before you placed a hand on his chest, silently stopping him.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m okay. I think that’s as far as you can go for now,” you said.

He hummed in response.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

You sighed, leaning your head back for a moment. Eventually, the pain began to subside. You brought your hand up to him, sliding it down his chest before giving him a nod to continue.

He pulled out the few inches that were inside you before thrusting them back in. It took everything in him to not push every inch in. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to fill you up so badly but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you.

You whimpered as his hips snapped forward, pushing part of his cock into you. The stretch was otherworldly. You knew if he hadn’t fucked you with his fingers earlier there was no way you would’ve been able to take the tip of him. It may have not been much but it felt divine.

“Oh, Grom,” you moaned as he fucked into you.

You could hear your pussy squelching around him as you became more wet by the second.

Your hands found their way to his large arms, holding on to stabilize yourself. Your body had a mind of its own as you rolled your hips forward. Grommash growled, halting his movements.

“Grom, why’d you stop?” you whined.

“Look,” he said with a grunt.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down between the two of you. When you had rolled your hips moments ago, you had taken another inch of him without even realizing it. Too caught up in your pleasure to notice.

Grom rocked his hips into you, almost like he was silently asking you a question with his movements. He wanted to go further and you knew it. You moaned as he slowly began thrusting his hips again.

You were getting so wet. Surely you could take a bit more, right?

“I know you can take it. Let me show you just how good it can feel,” he said.

His shallow thrusts were already threatening to send you over the edge and you couldn’t deny it any longer, you wanted more of him.

You bucked your hips against him causing him to groan.

“Do you want all of it?” he asked.

“Yes…please. I need you,” you said in between broken moans.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Grommash hooked his hands under your knees, forcing your legs up as far as they’d go, pressing them against your chest. He replaced his hands with yours, making you hold your legs up. He then leaned forward, climbing on top of you. One of his hands was placed beside your head while the other lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in. He used his body weight to help sink into you, pushing in further than before, taking his time as he did so.

A choked moan left your mouth as your eyes welled up with tears. It was such a strange sensation. It hurt, a burning feeling seared into your core as Grom stretched you out. But the pain was also laced with pleasure.

Grommash’s hand left his cock, bringing it up and resting it by your head. He was a little over halfway in, sinking into you as he covered over your body. He hadn’t even begun thrusting yet and you already felt like you were becoming unglued.

“There you go. Taking it so well.”

He slid in deeper, another inch. Then another. And another. You whimpered, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“My sweet human,” he cooed.

He wasn’t all the way in but his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, working the last of his way into you.

“You like that, huh? Like being full of my cock,” he said, picking up the pace.

You couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and moaned.

Grommash pulled out all the way to the head of his cock before slamming back inside of you. You yelped as the sound of wet skin smacking together filled the tent. You could feel low rumbles vibrating from Grom’s chest as he growled, getting louder with every thrust. You were slowly becoming a babbling mess as waves of ecstasy began to overtake you. The pain had subsided and all you could think about was Grommash and how good he felt.

Grom moved one of his hands, bringing it down between the two of you. He circled your clit with his thumb. It felt as if sparks were igniting. Every raw nerve was crackling with pleasure.

You were panting underneath him, growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. His movements were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close to. An all too familiar feeling was forming and your body began to shake.

“Oh, fuck. Grom, I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, my dearest,” he said.

And that was all you needed. You let out a wail as your vision clouded. Your body spasmed as your cunt tightened around him, somehow managing to suck him in more as if your body wasn’t ready to let go. He kept fucking into you, chasing his own release until his hips stuttered, bucking into you harder than ever. He let out a roar and you were sure the whole clan could hear both of you as the two of you rode out the pleasure, not that any of the orcs would’ve cared.

You could feel his cum, hot and leaking out of you as he slowly pulled his cock out. You closed your eyes as your legs fell from your chest, splaying out in front of you. You were still in a daze as Grommash sat on his knees for a moment, admiring you like you were an art piece. You were officially his mate and he was overjoyed.

You felt the bed shift as he got up. He was only gone for a moment and returned with a washcloth, cleaning you off gently.

You felt yourself drifting off. You were so warm and so very exhausted.

“Falling asleep on me?” Grommash joked as he laid down beside you.

You opened your eyes, looking up at the orc.

“Maybe,” you chuckled.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You kissed his chest, moving up to his neck, and then his jaw, pecking the inked skin. He held onto you tight as if he was afraid you’d be snatched away from him. You heard him mumble something in orcish that you couldn’t understand.

“What was that?” you questioned.

“Na dova dra,” he repeated, this time hearing him more clearly.

“And what does that mean?” you asked.

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss against it.

“I love you,” he translated.

Your heart fluttered and you smiled. Admissions of love were another uncommon thing amongst the horde, especially towards humans. But it was true. Grom loved you very much.

You brought your hand up to his face, guiding him to yours. You kissed his lips gently before pulling away.

“I love you too, Grommash.”

Tonight, you're done dancing.

Tonight, you're finally having sex with your monster boyfriend.

He stands by the window, his broad back to you, his tail twitching. Moonlight catches the ridges along his spine, the velvety curve of his ears, the soft fur that dusts his shoulders. He is gorgeous, your impossible, beautiful, hungry monster.

"You're staring," he says, his voice low and husky.

"You're worth staring at."

He turns. His eyes glow red in the dark, pupils blown wide. His huge clawed hands curl and uncurl at his sides.

He's nervous, you realize. My monster boyfriend is nervous.

"I want you," you say.

"I've wanted you for months." He takes a step toward you, then stops, his tail lashing. "But if we do this... if I take you... my body will do things. Things we haven't talked about."

"I know about the knot."

His throat bobs. "There's more."

You rise from the leather couch, close the distance between you. He smells even stronger up close; earth and musk. You press your palm flat against his chest, feel his heart hammering beneath the fur.

"Then show me," you whisper.

He exhales. "Fuck."

His mouth finds yours.

Not gentle.

Not tentative.

He devours you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. His tongue sweeps past your lips, and you taste him back. Whimpering into the kiss, he swallows the sound, pulls you tighter against him.

"Bed," he growls against your mouth. "Now. Or I'm taking you against this wall and I won't be gentle."

"Who said I wanted gentle?"

He snarls and he lifts you and you end up on the bed.

The furs are soft under your back, and he's above you, his massive frame blocking out the lamplight. He pulls at your clothes with clumsy hands, ripping fabric when buttons prove too difficult. You don't care, you just want to be pressed skin to skin with him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, tracing the curve of your hip with one claw. "So fucking beautiful."

"Less talking. More naked."

He laughs and it transforms his face. Makes him look younger. Softer. You reach up and cup his jaw, your thumb stroking the ridge of bone beneath his eye.

"I want this," you say. "I want you. All of you. Whatever your body does."

His eyes close. When they open again, he has a feral look on him.

"On your hands and knees," he commands. "I need to see you."

You roll onto your stomach, push up onto your elbows and knees, and you feel his gaze on you. The mattress dips as he moves behind you. His hands slide up your thighs, parting them, and he groans.

"Wet already," he breathes. "All this for me?"

"All this for you, baby."

His mouth finds the back of your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your spine. He kisses down your back, between your shoulder blades, and lower, until his breath ghosts over your entrance. You shiver, your fingers clenching in the furs.

"Please," you gasp. "Please, I need—"

"I know what you need."

His tongue slides into you, and you cry out as he feasts, his tongue plunging deep, curling, tasting every inch of you. Wet, slurping sound echo and you rock back against his face, chasing the pressure, the heat, the relentless way he's taking you apart.

"There," you sob when his nose bumps against your clit. "There, oh fuck, right there—"

He doubles his efforts, his claws gripping your hips, holding you steady as his tongue works you higher and higher. Your thighs tremble. Your spine arches. The pleasure builds behind your ribs, and just as you're about to shatter—

He pulls away.

"No," you whine, glancing back at him with blurry eyes.

He's grinning, his lips slick with you. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

"Then put it in me, you absolute—"

He lines himself up, and you forget how to speak. The stretch when he pushes inside makes your breath catch, makes your fingers claw at the furs. So damn big.

"Breathe," he murmurs, his hands smoothing up your sides. "Breathe, sweetheart. I've got you."

You force air into your lungs, and as you relax, he sinks deeper. Inch by inch. The fullness steals your thoughts, reduces you to sensation. He is so deep you can feel him in your throat.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You're so tight. So perfect. I'm not going to last."

"Don't need you to last. Need you to move."

He does.

Draws back until only the head remains, then presses forward again. The rhythm builds. Each stroke hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your moans tangle with his grunts, and the bed creaks.

"You're close," he says. "I can feel you fluttering."

"Then make me."

He snaps his hips harder, faster, and you lose the ability to form words. Pleasure winds tighter, a coil in your belly, and you chase it mindlessly, meeting each thrust with a push of your own. His hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, and that's it—that's the final push.

You come with a scream, your body convulsing around him, and he follows you over the edge with a roar.

But he doesn't stop.

He swells.

You feel it. The knot. It widens, stretching your entrance, locking him inside you. The pressure is intense and you whimper as it seats itself fully.

"Shh," he soothes, kissing your shoulder. "Almost there. Just breathe."

"It's so big—"

"You can take it. You're taking it so well."

The knot squelches into place, and for a moment, everything stills. His chest heaves against your back. Your heart pounds in your ears. And then—

Something moves inside you. Lengthens, penetrates so deep you sob and shatter with little climaxes, thrashing in vain under his powerful body.

"What—" you gasp.

"Eggs," he pants. "My cock... my ovipositor... it's laying them. Inside you. I know it sounds insane, I should have told you before, but I couldn't—I didn't... know how to say—"

"Eggs?"

"Yes."

The first one pushes through. It's small, smooth and you feel it travel up your channel, guided by the contractions of your body, until it settles deep, pressed against the wall of your womb. The sensation is pleasure-pain. Every nerve in your body lights up.

"More," you hear yourself say.

"What?"

"More. Give me more."

He groans, and the second egg follows. This one is larger. It stretches you wider, pushes deeper, and you keen at the feeling. Your body clenches around it, milking it further inside, and he buries his face in your neck, shaking.

"You're taking them," he whispers, awed. "You're taking all of me."

The third egg comes faster, and the fourth, and you lose count. Each one fills you a more, stretches you wider, pushes you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your belly feels full—not just full, but packed, heavy with the eggs he's given you.

"One more," he gasps. "Last one, sweetheart. The biggest."

You whimper and brace yourself.

This egg is different. It's larger than the others, and when it pushes through, you feel every millimeter, every contour, every second of its journey. Your body burns and sings, pleasure and pressure twisting together until you can't tell them apart. And when it finally settles, nestled among its siblings—

You come again.

Your vision whites out. Your whole body seizes, clenching around the knot, around the eggs, around him, and you cry until your voice gives out. He follows you, flooding the spaces between the eggs.

After, you don't know how long you lie there.

The knot eventually softens, and he slips free, but the eggs remain. You can feel them when you shift, when you breathe, when you press a hand to your swollen belly. They're there. A part of him, inside you. He pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, his tail curling over your hip.

"That was..." you start, lick your dry lips.

"Insane?"

"Incredible."

He laughs. "You're not freaked out?"

You turn your head, kiss the underside of his jaw. "I told you. I want all of you. Even the weird parts. Especially the weird parts."

His arms tighten. "I love you."