Ask why she's stripping

"Wh-wh-why are you almost naked!?" you shout, stuttering while trying to swallow a growing lump in your throat, stumbling back a bit and almost falling onto your bed.

Cocking her head to the side, Krakoa plants her hands on her wide hips and replies "Time for rest, I get comfortable for sleep. Clothes confining, nudity is freedom. You not do same?" The choice of words seemed to indicate that she did this all the time, and it may have been a social norm for Orcs or at least the Bonesmith Tribe in particular.

In truth, you'd slept naked many times, with your limited choice of clothing making it uncomfortable to sleep with the stench that sunk into the fabric of your wardrobe after a long day's work. However, you never slept in the same room as somebody else unless **** to, in which case you'd do so for posterity's sake.

"Y-yes, I m-mean, normally I do, but only when I'm b-by myself, and especially never around a w-woman." you admitted, your eyes not really sure where to look as you kept trying to be polite and not stare straight at Krakoa's mostly nude and flat out arousing body.

It seemed to take a moment for Krakoa to understand just what it was that you were saying, but when she recognized the meaning of your words, a sly look took purchase on her face. Her eyes narrowed in mischief while her lips curled in a smile, the lower one jutting out just a bit due to her tusks, yet it only seemed to make her cute, which you'd never really expect yourself to describe an orc as.

Approaching you in a proud strut that seemed like a somewhat awkward combination of a saunter and a march, Krakoa came up in front of you and quickly grabbed you by the front of your shirt, pulling you in close so that your nose was practically touching hers, the burning crimson eyes catching yours quickly. You'd almost totally forgotten about her current state of attire and your arousal at it, feeling like you were being gazed upon by a predator. It was terrifying, but at the same time oddly soothing, like this was just the natural course of things, and whatever happened next, you could deal with it.

That's when your vision was abruptly taken away from you, cutting you off from the almost hypnotic gaze Krakoa had captured you in. As confusion set in and you tried to figure out what was going on, you were suddenly blessed with sight again, only to get a good look at your shirt being held in front of you. Krakoa quickly dropped it, just as you came to realize she had stripped you out of it. Before you could contest the action, she already had her hands clenched at the waist of your pants.

"Shush, don't argue. Man must have confidence. Big 'jewels' as men say." Krakoa declared, trying to keep you from resisting her. She didn't give much of a choice, as she suddenly dropped to a crouch before you, pulling your pants down. She'd actually taken hold of your undergarments as well, causing your manhood, well erect from looking at her enticing figure, to spring free.

Your cock actually swung out to hit Krakoa in the face, causing her to lean back in surprise, looking at it curiously, then in awe. While you never really got to get a woman's opinion on things, nor did any man who visited the tavern ever want to pay you any compliment, but your dick was rather sizeable. Eleven inches long and wide enough around that your fingertips just barely met when you held it, it was probably one of the only things you had in life that would have made you proud, were you not denigrated to such a level that you'd never use it... or so you thought.

Turning her head and leaning forward to better examine the detailing of your turgid cock, her eyes seeming to wander over the veins running through it, as well as the equally impressive set of testicles hanging below it, Krakoa finally seemed to break free from the spell of your exposed erection. "You have BIG jewels indeed. Maybe that where you keep all that mana." the orc stated, making your face redden from the exposure, her words, and the sudden feeling of one of her hands coming up and cupping your balls, rolling them between her fingers.

The situation already made it difficult for you to find words to resist her, but when her lips parted, letting her tongue flick out and press against the base of your length, then dragging it all the way up to the top of your bulbous head, your legs nearly gave out as a spasm of pleasure hit you. Krakoa's free hand grabbed the base of your prick and began to stroke it, slow and gentle, yet her grip firm, while her tongue began to swirl around your swollen crown.

Giving your cock a kiss, Krakoa pulled away from it, still stroking it while she looked up at you, the way her eyes glimmered while in her current position before you making your muscles tense up. "Krakoa must admit, I not plan for this. Just wanted make you comfortable, but now... Krakoa wants to see what other big secrets you have." she practically purred out, leaning back in to wrap her lips around the tip of your dick.