Not worth the risk

The humid air of Kandle clung to the walls of the small house, thick with the scent of old wood and the sharp, chemical sting of cleaning fluids. The orc stood frozen, his heavy, rhythmic breathing the only sound in the cramped bathroom. His green, warty skin glistened with a layer of greasy sweat that smelled of rotten onions and stale musk. Below him, Sally remained wedged into the lower cabinet, her pale, luminous backside presented like a ripened fruit ready for the picking.

His thick, veiny cock throbbed, the tip still grazing the sensitive entrance of her heat. He could feel the radiating warmth of her skin, a stark contrast to the cool, damp pipes pressing against her chest.

[I could do it..]

He thought, his small mind racing.

[Just one hard shove. She’s too stupid to know the difference between a tool and a dick. I’d be inside her in a heartbeat.]

He shifted his weight, his fat belly rubbing against her smooth skin. But a sudden flicker of caution sparked. If her father, the smith, walked through the door right now, he wouldn't just be fired; he’d be lucky to leave the village with his head still attached to his neck. The risk weighed against the reward. He needed her to trust him completely. If he pushed too hard now, she might actually realize something was wrong.

He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and slowly withdrew his length from the crevice of her cheeks.

"Mister?"

Sally’s voice muffled from inside the cabinet, sounding small and confused.

"Did you find the clog?"

The orc scrambled back, his clumsy fingers fumbling with the drawstring of his trousers. He yanked them up, the coarse fabric scraping against his skin.

"Yeah... yeah, I got it,"

He grunted, his voice rasping.

"But the mana... it’s uh.. volatile. If we keep messin' with it now, the whole pipe might burst. We gotta let it settle. A cooling period, see?"

"A cooling period? Is that normal?" She asked.

"Most normal,"

He said while leaning over to peek at her.

"I can't let ya stay in there while the mana’s unstable. It’d be dangerous. Real dangerous."

He reached down, his rough, calloused hands gripping her hips to haul her backward. He pulled with a sudden jerk, and Sally slid out of the cabinet with a soft pop, landing on the tiled floor in a heap of pale limbs and tangled denim. Her overalls were still pooled around her ankles, leaving her bare and shivering in the sudden draft.

She blinked up at him, her short blonde curls framing a face of utter innocence. Her skin seemed to glow against the grime of the bathroom floor, a vision of purity in a room that smelled of failure and filth.

"Is it fixed then?"

She asked,l softly while tilting her head. The orc looked down at her, his gaze lingering on the heavy, rounded mounds of her breasts that strained against the low bib of her overalls as she sat up. He felt a fresh surge of heat in his groin.

"Uhh.. not entirely,"

He said, avoiding her eyes as he straightened his clothes.

"I’ll need to come back tomorrow to finish the sealing process. You’ll be a big help, Sally. Real big."

Sally beamed, her chest heaving with a sigh of relief. She began to pull her overalls back up, the denim sliding over her plump thighs.

"I'm glad I could help! Papa says I'm too clumsy, but I want to show him I can handle magic equipment."

The orc snorted, a wet sound that echoed in the small room.

[Clumsy ain't the word for it, ya little brat..] he thought.

[You're a goddamn miracle of stupidity..]

"You're doin' great.."

he said aloud.

"Now, tell me... you gonna be alone tomorrow? Don't want your pops walkin' in while we're doin' the... uh... delicate work."

Sally nodded eagerly, the heart-shaped clasp on her strap jingling.

"Yes! Pops has to go to the eastern market for the new bellows. He won't be back until sunset. I'll be all by myself!"

The orc felt a predatory grin spread across his wide, tusked mouth. He stepped back toward the door, his heavy footsteps shaking the floorboards.

"Perfect. I'll be here first thing in the mornin'. Make sure you've got the bathroom cleared out. We're gonna do some advanced testing."

"Advanced testing! That sounds so professional mister..!"

He didn't answer. He just walked out, the smell of rotten onions trailing behind him like a funeral shroud.

The following morning, the humidity of Kandle had intensified, turning the air into a warm, wet blanket. The orc arrived at the house just as the sun hit its peak, his eyes scanning the perimeter to ensure the smith had indeed departed. The coast was clear.

Sally opened the door before he could even knock. She wore the same denim overalls, the low bib barely containing her bountiful bust. She looked refreshed, her skin luminous and dew-kissed.

"Mister! You're here again!"

"Right on time,"

He grunted, pushing his way past her into the house. He didn't bother with pleasantries. He headed straight for the bathroom, his mind already visualizing the scenes he had planned. Sally followed close behind, her footsteps light and rhythmic. She looked at him with wide, trusting eyes, completely unaware of the hunger radiating from the grotesque creature leading her.

"So, what's the advanced test?"

She asked, her voice bubbling with curiosity.