He throws you onto the bed

Jorek finally smiles at you, baring his mouthful of tusks and fangs, gaze wandering from your crimson locks down your generous curves barely concealed beneath the gauzy garment. He runs his huge hands down your back. You sigh as he picks you up with ease and carries you over to the bed. He throws you onto your back and you bounce among the cushions, yelping slightly in surprise.

"Your body is soft and ripe," he grunts, standing tall at the foot of the bed.

You raise yourself on your elbows to look at him, breasts shifting, the pink of your areolae and nipples visible through your gown. Jorek reaches down to his loincloth and, with a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to untie the garment. Your heart pounds with excitement as you watch him.

"Look at her," murmurs Alyssa. "You can see the yearning for his cock."

Jorek finishes untying the loincloth and lets it drop from his hands, over his muscular thighs, and to the floor. His flaccid cock is very thick and darker gray than his surrounding skin. Veins reach from the root in his black pubic hair and the bulging head is just visible beneath the soft hood of his foreskin. Beneath his cock, his bollocks are huge and low-hanging.

He moves onto the bed, surprisingly gentle as he climbs atop you. He strokes your through your gown with one hand, slowly, watching the movement of his hand as he caresses your throat, your breast, your belly, and slowly closes his fingers against your sex. You moan against his bicep and, without thinking, kiss him and flick your tongue against his muscular flesh as his fingers stroke your quim.

"You want it," says Jorek quietly. "Reach down and take it in your hand."

You look down the length of his body above you and reach out to the dark shape of his cock hanging beneath him. It is hot against your fingers, warmer still as you close it in your palm. He groans quietly and massages your mound with greater intent. You skin back the head and rub your thumb through his oily precum. He pulls at the bindings of your gown, untying you and allowing him to open the silky fabric like a robe. It falls away from your pale flesh, breasts heaving, nipples hard, and exposes the blushing mound of your cunt.

Jorek surprises you with a kiss. His tusks and lips both press against your mouth and his tongue presses between your lips. You gasp and lose your hold on his stiffening cock. His tongue slides from your mouth and along your cheek, lower. He cups your breasts and kisses them, licking and sucking your nipples. Sucking so hard you cry out and arch your back beneath him, holding firm to his bald head as he smothers his face in your huge breasts.

His hand parts your thighs and he moves atop you with his cock in his hand. He locks down at you, and you up at him, and teases the swollen head of his cock against your swollen slit. You bite your lower lip as he presses, dividing your velvet folds, sinking into the molten embrace of your welcoming cunt. He thrusts into you, stretching you wide, filling your cunt until he presses against your cervix and his balls are mashed against your arsehole.

He fucks you in slow strokes at first, letting you get used to the huge size of his cock as it slides in and out. You lean up and throw your arms around his neck, moaning with pleasure. His smile is a half snarl, exposing his tusks fully. He fucks you harder, flesh slapping together, the head of his cock ramming against you.

"Look at them," remarks one of Alyssa's friends over the sounds of your exertion. "They are gorgeous."

"Quite," agrees Alyssa. "I chose her for her perfect skin and figure. Quite a performer."

They continue blathering about you, but you focus on Jorek. Caressing him. Feeling your climax building and his orgasm approaching. You cum first, moaning loudly, throwing back your head as the huge orc pounds your quim faster and faster. Your cunt milks his thrusting cock, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Cum for me," you cry, "I want to feel it."

Jorek grunts as his churning bollocks tighten against your arsehole.