Her own needs come first

Rohkella realised of course there was no question, as Warchief of a Horde her needs, her wants, her desires always come first. And she needed to let this Human know his place. Leaning her axe up against the wall, she begins unbuckling her leather cuirass and removes it, then starts to unbuckle her belt.

Alfred breathed an internal sigh of relief when the Orc put down her axe, but then she starts to undo her armour. Not sure what he's supposed to do, he tries to look away, but interest keeps him looking back until she takes her cuirass off, then he cannot help but stare. Under the armour, he can finally see the shape of her upper body. She has a sleeveless tunic on underneath, torn in places exposing the green, well-toned flesh underneath, but it is not the clothing that keeps Alfred's eye. Her breasts, while not massive, are ample enough and are incredibly perky, and she isn't even wearing a bra he realises. She then starts to unbuckle her belt, and Alfred wonders where this is going, worried again but also now rather turned on. She pulls her leather trousers and underwear off, not in a striptease manner but in a practical one, and Alfred gets to see her well-muscled but also shapely legs bare, green but hairless as most Orcs don't seem to grow much hair. Her powerful thighs flex as she moves and then she turns round and sits on the edge of the bedding with her legs apart. There is a strong musky smell of sex in the air, and Alfred's gaze is drawn to between her legs, where a small but very wet pussy lay, a small patch of black hair above it.

"Come," she ordered, though more lazily than before, "on your knees. Serve me tongue." Alfred knew he had ****, though deep down he realised he probably wouldn't have turned away if he did, as a part of him wanted to experience this anyway, his cock twitching from arousal. He got down onto his knees and moved his head in closer, placing his hands gingerly on her muscular green thighs. Up close, he could smell the musky arousal even stronger. Slowly, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, tasting the moistness of his Orc Mistress. For that was what she was now, he knew. One lick of her strong tasting pussy juices and she moaned. He liked the taste, and licked again, and again, running his tongue from bottom to top with each lick, until she was moaning with each lick, then he started to push his tongue inside, tasting more of her, while he ran his right hand up her thigh to the top of her pussy, stopping his licking briefly to coat a finger in her juices before probing her pussy with it, working one finger inside while resuming licking her. Alfred is amazed at just how tight this Orc woman is...

Rohkella leans her head back in satisfaction, eyes closed. The Human is doing well. Most Orc males would not even know how to do this, let alone would actually do it. Most Orc females had to get their satisfaction out on the battlefield, so when she heard the rumour that Humans engaged in such sexual play she wasn't sure whether it was for real. Running a hand through her pet Human's hair, she is glad that this story was true. Then the finger entered her, and her thoughts got simpler.