Your friends had talked you into going to the arena where the monsters fought. While it didn’t really interest you, you did enjoy watching the faux gladiators work out. It was a watered down version of what the Romans had done, so you weren’t as opposed to it as you would have if there had been actual killing. Since there wasn’t, you occasionally let your friends drag you to it. To you, this was just another boring sporting event that you tolerated for a bit of eye candy and to spend time with your friends.
“That’s the new Orc, Yahg,” one of your friends whispered, leaning over to you as she pointed at an impressively large Orc who was stretching.
As your eyes followed her finger, you had to admit, you were much more interested now that you had seen him. He stood easily 8 feet tall, and was a wall of muscle. Old scars littered his back and his arms, and his long black hair was tied into a messy bun high on the top of his head. His dark eyes met yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
Your friend leaned closer and whispered still, “I heard that he was a warrior before the assimilation. That’s why he’s doing this now, because it’s the closest thing to it for him.”
You nodded along, only partially listening. Most of your focus was on the orc who smirked at you, then tapped a golden ring around one of his tusks. You wondered what it meant. During the fights, you watched as he easily took down each opponent with ease.
Large hands easily stole any weapon from hands or claws. Strong legs allow him to dart around even the faster of his competition. Strong swings knock them all to the ground.
For the first time, you genuinely found yourself cheering at one of these events, but only for him. If there was any fights that don’t have him, you hardly paid attention, eyes fixed on the small entrance that allowed for him to enter and leave the arena between his fights.
“I think he keeps checking you out,” your friend squealed as Yahg came back out, his eyes quickly finding you in the crowd.
Once the final fight was over, and Yahg declared the winner, everyone was standing and cheering for him, just like you were. Your heart was pounding in your chest as his dark eyes met yours again.
He walked over to you, pointing his finger at you then holding out his palm. Your friends lost it screaming that he wanted your favor, since it was part of the experience of the event. Yahg looked at you expectantly, so you gave the only thing you could really think of that you had. A small glasses cleaner cloth you had tucked in your pocket.
His smirk returned, his ears twitching back slightly as he accepted it through the bars that separated the arena from the seats. And that was how it all started. You started going to the events nearly every week, starting to give more and more personal “favors” since he always chose you. There was even a rumor circulating that the few events you didn’t attend, he didn’t crept a favor from anyone. The idea that he was only wanting things from you made your heart race.
After a few months, this time the favor you gave him was a slip of paper with your phone number on it. There was a confused look on his face until he opened it, then his all too familiar smirk returned. Then, he winked at you, making your friends shake you and laugh excitedly.
“Hello, little human,” he murmured into the phone when he called you that night, and that was all it took.
In an hour, you were sprawled out on his bed, his sweaty, scarred body on top of you as he worked you open with his massive, calloused fingers. “So tiny. Need to stretch you out or you’ll break under me,” he groaned, as if only fingering you was bringing him physical pain, which it might have been with how desperately his cock was pulsing and the amount of pre cum dripping off of it.
“Yahg,” you mewled, arching your hips up so his fingers could hit inside of you at a different angle.
The words that left his lips were filthy, and only made you clench around him more. Calling you a tight little human hole. Saying how he would break you and tear you apart if he wasn’t careful. Saying how he couldn’t wait to hear the way his name sounded when you screamed his name as you came with his cock buried inside of you.
Finally, just as you were about to cum from the intensity of the finger fucking, he pulled the two fingers out and began grinding against your now gaping entrance. Before you said anything else, he began easing himself inside of you, stretching you out far more than his fingers had. Luckily, the orc took pity on your small body, moving in and out of you slowly, though he ensured that he was hitting the spot inside of you that would drive you mad.
Purposefully, he kept you on the cusp of cumming, wanting to feel you continue to writhe under and pulse around him. Even as he finally pushed as deeply as he could inside of you, stuffing your eager hole with his cum, he refused to give any additional stimulation to send you over the edge.
“Give me a few more times, little human, then I’ll make you cum,” he chuckled, looking down at your tear streaked, pathetic face with an affectionate gaze.
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