#orc character

Orc construction workers that moved in with you because you were unable to pay them even 50 percent of the dowry, so instead, they made the house even bigger and added three extra bedrooms and another bathroom so they can live comfortably in your new home with you, after all… they did build it.

Sure the house is “in your name” but the only options were to pay them what they’re rightfully owed, get kicked out of your dream home, or let them force themselves into your life.

And you’re definitely not choosing to be homeless, but now you have four unwanted, brutish, hulking orcs making themselves overly comfortable in your new house.

Duncan, Fergus, Gregor, and Graeham.

Absolute inconsiderate, rude, annoying, hunky… toothsome… bonny- No! No…. They’re just completely no-good Orcs!

It doesn’t help that they only wear skirts around the house, it’s invasive and distracting! It doesn’t matter why you caught yourself wondering if they were wearing nothing underneath… it doesn’t… anyway-

How are you supposed to expand your individuality and independence when the moment you turn a corner, fat, plump, hairy, jiggly pecks are right in your face!

“Construction workers, pst, more like sluts…” you grumble into your pillow after the second night. The entire day was spent being bombarded with heavy, hairy tits, pretty nipples, and inebriating musk in your every direction, you haven’t even gotten a minute to enjoy your own solidarity…

They told you tomorrow will be the day you start paying them back in less than savory, for you anyway, with chores, duties and any and all instructions they want followed. Of course you outright refused but then they gave you a harsh reality check.

“Oi, little lady, you ain’t gonna be up and tight about anything, you hear? You’s lucky we even let you keep your room to yourself.” Fergus challenged instantly.

“The floor you’re standing on, the couch you’ve sat your pompous little ass on, the walls decorated by our hands… the whole lot. This house was made by our hands.” Gregor pointed out with a smug grin.

“You don’t want to agree to some rules? Fine, be broke and homeless, aye? Or shut your mouth, watch ya’ fucking tone and enjoy the fact you’re not fighting a wolf for scraps. Y’hear us, entitled brat?” Duncan concluded.

To say you got silenced was an understatement.

Grumbles of displeasure and anger bubble in your throat as you cuddle deeper into your blankets, unsure as the anxiety of being dealt with cruel, unreasonable punishments for not paying for the house.

And in the morning you’re awoken to a burly presence leaning over you, a small shiver running down your spine as their hot breath hits your ear, “Aye, sleepy bunny, wake up. Time for ya’ to earn yur’ stay, yeah? It’s 9:30 already…” Graeham utters calmly yet with a firmness that reminds you exactly of what your reality is…. You really need to get them their money… or at least get a lock on your door…

“Mmm… I don’t need anyone to wake me up you know… I’m not a kid” you grumble quietly as you force your heavy eyelids open, gulping softly as they lower their head and slowly cup your jaw so I’m looking up at them.

“Tiny thing you are… Id be so easy to throw you ‘round anyway I’d like… y’know that yeah? You’re a smart girl… don’t go n’ piss on the hands that gave ya’ your home…. You owe me n’ my guys… so when I tell ya’ somethin’… just be a good little human and listen. You don’t want to start shite you can’t finish bunny…. come on n’ get up for me, hm? You have a long day ahead.” Graeham speculated, with just enough certainty, confidence and authority to piss you off. What you wouldn’t give to punch that small smirk of his face.

You roughly push his hand away from your face and sit up promptly, “Get out… I need to change…” you huff, watching as he shakes his head a little before taking his time to really saunter out of your room and when he closes the door behind him, you let out a silent sigh of something between relief and vexation.

After getting dressed you regretfully, painfully slug out of your room, and your heart beats a bit faster as you see all of them in fashionable kilts and heavy leather boots, with nothing else on while you watch their green skin glistening under the warm light as all four pairs of eyes are directly on you.

“…what do you want..?” You grumble as you cross your arms, looking at them suspiciously as Duncan steps up, “We’re waiting for our meal, lass… though I shouldn’t have expected much from our little demon, can ya’ fathom..? Sleeping so damn long when you have a debt you owe?” He scoffs as the others snicker along.

“I’m not a demon, one… and two, I’m supposed to make breakfast..?” You groan in frustration, your hands balling up as Gregor walks up and bends down to meet my height, “Damn right, a meal to begin the day and one to end it… unless your small, human body is truly so incompetent..?” He mocks, knowing that you can’t do anything to him, not unless you plan on sleeping on the street corner.

So, you suck up your pride and make each of them a underwhelming breakfast, just two eggs, two slices of bacon and an apple on the side.

“There.” You mumble softly, slightly anxious as you set their plates down in front of them. They all stay lethally silent before consuming the entire plate in under a minute, your eyes widening at the grotesque sight of them smacking their lips while “chewing” with their mouths open.

“Thank you for the appetizer, little human, where’s the next course…?” Gregor hums happily, but you’re just entirely dumbfounded. “Ye, that was a nice, tasty treat there brat, very well done.” Fergus complements softly.

“What do you mean… next course..? That’s it… I don’t have anymore food for you all…” you murmur in disbelief.

Your throat grows dry as they laugh loudly, but soon they realize I’m not joking. “No more food..? Are you pulling my leg, lass? We’re orcs. Are you so naive to even think that two little unborn chickens and a sliver of boar would accommodate us?” Duncan scoffs as he crosses his arms.

“It’s all I have… I only have enough left for myself, you greedy pigs. You can at least be grateful that I cooked, you know…” You scoff, crossing your own arms before turning around and leaving to make your own breakfast.

“Aye, we’re mighty grateful… but you’d got to understand we’re not one of your little human friends, we’re your lords… and we have a much greater… hunger, than you understand, yes?” Graeham bargained gently as he follows you into the kitchen, but you ignore him as you start making your own food.

“Hm.” He huffs, and you can hear his footsteps leaving until you feel a heavy presence hovering over your head, and suddenly hands are digging into your hips and his warm chest is pressed firmly against your back.

“What are you doing-” you begin, but then his thick thumb is easily shoved into your mouth. “What..? I said I had a greater hunger than you weak humans…. So since you couldn’t serve me… I’ll just find another way to satisfy my, dire, appetite..” Graeham shushes as he sticks his thumb further into your mouth, making a whine bubble in your throat as you continue to try to make your food while he keeps you still and silent.

And not before long, Gregor, Duncan and Fergus all join you both in the kitchen, and very soon, you find yourself being groped and squeezed and rubbed everywhere, soft coos of genuine praise leave their lips as your body starts to squirm against their unrelenting touch and gaze.

A hand gently squeezing your throat as you drool and whine around the thumb in your mouth, your jaw slowly getting caressed as two large hands spread and play with your bare ass after they striped you of your pants so they could see your little panties get stuck in between your cheeks, hands groping your belly while another pair of hands takes off your bra so they can flick and pinch at your pretty little nipples, and hands tying up your wrist and elbows behind your back while a thick finger slowly rubs up and down your tingling folds.

Your head is spinning so bad you can barely make sense of it, you hate them all! You do… so… why haven’t you bitten the thumb in your mouth? Why haven’t you fought them off? Why aren’t you screaming and yelling like you think you want to?-

“That’s it ya’ imp… just needed someone to put you in your place, right pretty girl? Just needed some authority so you don’t have to act out like a proper brat, hm..? It’s okay… we know… you just want to be a good little princess without any worries, yeah?” Graeham whispers gently into your ear, and you can’t help it when you nod along, maybe this is.. what you’ve needed..?

“That’s right, atta’ girl, that’s my good little princess… just sit there and look all pretty for your lords…” Duncan coos sweetly, and a little whimper bubbles in your throat as a reply.

You let them bend you over the edge of the couch, letting them watch your thinly veiled pussy soak the fabric as they watch over you, even as embarrassment and need boil in under your skin, it doesn’t stop your jaw from dropping as their pretty purple tips become very visible as their cocks lift up the kilts easily. Huge, fat, girthy, curved cocks promising to destroy whatever brattiness still linger within you.

It wasn’t long until you became a stupid mess of yourself, letting them split your little pussy apart so desperately while you do your best to relax your throat as they use all three of your soft holes and your sensitive breasts to warm up their cocks for hours before they fill you up with cum.

“That’s it… that’s it pretty girl… just take everything we give you… and we’ll forgive all yur’ payments, hm? Just let us have this…” Graeham offered with a low moan as he cums down your throat, and silently, eagerly, you swallow down his entire milky load in a joyous agreement.

How could you have become like this? Reduced to being a dumb little cock warmer for these absolute beasts? Hours upon hours of cockwarming them anywhere they want, being passed around like a slow blunt rotation as you’re skewered on all four cocks? Days upon days of being used as their personal stress ball at work, losing all sense of shame as they refuse to delight in their passion wherever they stand? Months upon months of eagerly sucking their cocks while they eat you out, because, it’s only fair, right? To now a year in of being a personal slut for your favorite orcs in the entire world, the orcs who saved you and let you build a home with them.