Orcs

After blinking away the usual disorientation, I found myself standing in a busy street of an odd looking city. I expected something medieval or feudal, something with a historic basis I guess. But the city Simone had plopped me in was practically high fantasy with pulsing lights orbiting towering spires, floating structures, garishly colored strange architecture and hectic winged air traffic dominating the scene.

The people by comparison were only marginally less interesting. Most could pass for human from a distance, but some ranged in hue from bubblegum pink to midnight black and everything in between. And beyond the skin color, there were differences once you got closer like lengthy pointed ears, horns, tails, fur or scales in place of skin among the multitude of differences.

It was all cool enough to almost make me forget why I was here in the first place and just do some dungeon crawling and looting instead.

The thing that changed my mind back was seeing what looked like a Druchii woman striding through the crowd. I wasn’t sure if she acted like the Dark Elves I was familiar with in Warhammer but she certainly looked the part. She wore an outfit that was little more than a variety of dark, wickedly curved plates that framed her hips and spiraled around her breasts, only barely covering them. The equally dark cloth that hung from the middle of the hip plate made me think there wasn’t anything else underneath. Her deathly pale skin and pitch black wild hair complimented the various piercings she had along her midriff and thighs appealingly, it gave her a dangerous but alluring air. All of it made me willing to risk seeing if she really like the Dark Elves I knew, it’s not like I could really be hurt here after all.

As I approached her, she locked eyes with me for a moment before brushing them over me. I got a distinctly predatory feeling from her gaze that only reinforced what I thought I knew of Dark Elves. Done examining me she looked back up into my eyes and I could tell she knew exactly what was on my mind. The Druchii woman stalked towards me with inhuman grace and quietly pressed something into my hand.

“Come find me. I’ll be in at night,” she said with an achingly erotic voice before turning back around and disappearing back into the crowd.

Looking down at my hand I found a baroque coin covered in intricate detailing that made it patently clear what it was advertising. Framing it in highly stylized Gothic script was the single word Vixens. Well that settles it. I’m heading to a brothel.

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It took a fair bit of wandering, some pointed questions to the right looking shady types and enduring their subsequent jeers before I found myself standing outside the imposing but nondescript building depicted on the coin. The place was actually pretty hidden, being tucked away in a maze of streets.

I headed to the entrance where I’d just seen someone else enter, but I couldn’t find any door when I got to the front; just flat, smooth wood. It took a moment of searching before I spotted the one thing that broke the perfect veneer, a small slot. Eyeing the coin the Druchii woman gave me, I raised it up and inserted it. It fit perfectly and a satisfying mechanical sound echoed out. A moment later a peephole I never noticed slid open to reveal four vividly green eyes staring at me intently. A second after that a door seamlessly opened up and the hulking multi-eyed and armed bouncer ushered me in.

Maybe it was because I hesitated a moment, but when I didn’t immediately continue down the lushly carpeted corridor the bouncer asked “First time?” with a disconcertingly wide smile with too many teeth.

“Yeah,” I said slowly.

“You’ll like it.” The grin spread wider than I thought possible.

The door at the end of the corridor was completely unlike the invisible one on the outside. This one was ostentatious in the ****. Twice my height, the double door was leather bound and bright red with a relief depicting a multitude of species posed in anatomically challenging positions framing it all. Now this was more what I was expecting. I gripped both handles and pushed in.

A wave of charming sounds broke the silence of the corridor and I was treated to the most vibrantly curious tableau. The place stretched upwards for floor after floor, higher than I remembered the building being, so high the people on the balconies at the top were little more than small figures. The spiraling staircase that that connected the floors continually swam out of focus and I could never get a clear look at it. More than once I could swear people that had just turned behind the central column would appear several stories or more up. The place wasn’t lit by torches or lightbulbs, but these floating motes of light that seemed to always position themselves to light everything from the best angle.

Hostesses slithered, skittered and swam throughout the establishment, serving patrons with erotic flair. The multitude of species on display was enough to burgeon the senses with their sheer variety.

While taking in the sights, I hardly noticed a woman step up to me until she was practically by my side. It was the smell that drew my attention toward her, she smelt like cut grass and a herb cabinet. Looking at her finally, it says a lot that her light green skin and hair wasn’t what immediately caught my attention. Instead it was the plantlike growths that covered her body in lieu of the skimpy uniforms the other hostesses wore. It was rather similar to them though, just instead of fabrics, they were heavy leaves that covered her breasts or a veneer of moss that passed as stockings. I tried not to stare too obviously though and focus on her face.

The woman seemed to catch the effort. “Never seen a sprite before have you? Well, it’s okay to look honey.”

I quickly settled on the story I would use. “Uhm, yeah. First time seeing most of this actually… I’m from, really far away. My humans were the only other people I’d ever known. So, this,” I said gesturing to everything “is all pretty wild and new to me.”

The woman gave me a playful frown. “You’ve spent your whole life with only other humans? Oh honey. I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, but that must’ve been so dull,” she said. “Well now that you’re here at Vixens, you can finally,” she paused to hush the word for dramatic effect “sample everything else the world has to offer. I was going to ask if you were here for food, drink, entertainment or intimacy, but I think I know the answer. Follow me young man.”

It’s not that I wasn’t young, but the phrase felt wrong coming from someone that probably wasn’t that much older than me. While following her to the staircase I said “You know, I’m not that young, we’re probably not too far apart.”

The sprite woman stopped to throw back her head and laugh brightly. She put her hand on my shoulder and asked “Oh baby, how old do you think I am?”

“Uhm, 20 something?”

More of that warm laughter tumbled from her. “Honey, you really are clueless. I’m well into my 7th century.”

My reaction was pretty uncomfortably immediate. She flicked her eyes down, noticing the hitch in my breath. Tilting her head to the side she said “You know, that’s not the typical reaction men get when a woman tells them she’s 700 years old.”

What can I say, I had a bit of a spot for mature women. But a mature woman with a body like that? Well that was just the best of both worlds. “Are you just a hostess?” I asked bluntly.

She smiled slyly. “Unfortunately yes today. If you want more than a drink from me, you’ll have to come back in a couple days when I’m on. Don’t fret though honey, I’m sure one of the other girls will keep you busy until then. Come on.”

Turning back to the stairs she led me on. Curious to see how it worked, I tried to pay attention closely, but it didn’t matter. One moment I was a few steps above ground level with the music still loudly playing around me, and the next I was half a dozen stories up and in a much quieter section of Vixens.

There were various women of all different species in this section of the place, lounging around in exotic outfits that could barely be considered clothing and chatting with one another. The only man here at all was standing behind the counter at the center of the room. Spotting him, the sprite I was with had a sour expression briefly cross her face. She said over her shoulder “I’m sorry about him, but it he’s a necessary evil I’m afraid.”

“How bad could he be?”

She gave me a sorry look.

Before I could reply, he spotted us and broke the relative silence with a barking voice. “Ah Sem!” Sem seemed to wince at that. “Brought us another fine gentleman have you? Good good. Come here my good man come here,” he said boisterously waving me over. “I, am Balthazar Ebbins, souteneur of these fille de joie.”

“What?” I said.

“I am the owner of this fine establishment and these are my girls.

Ignoring him, Sem stated acerbically, “Semith. It’s Semith, Balthazar.” She turned to me. “He is one of the owners and we are not his girls.”

“Yes, yes,” he said, with every affectation indicating he didn’t hear her. The man-though I wasn’t sure if he was a man. He had a human-like face but with an uncanny, stretched quality and his body was swathed beneath too many heavy layers of cloths and silks to make out anything else-Balthazar strode forward and coiled one arm around my shoulder and led me toward his reception desk, waving Semith off as he did. I spared one last glance at her over my shoulder to see her giving me an I-told-you-so smile before leaving.

“You look like a fine, virile lad, I’ll bet you’ll need a half score women to keep you satisfied!” He said.

The transparency was borderline offensive and his unctuous tone immediately grated on me in the wrong way. I humored him with a chuckle though. “Thank you but I think one will be enough. Though, I’m new to… everything, really. So I don’t know what I want just yet.”

He nodded, the mannerism somehow coming off as rodent-like. “I see, I see, well why don’t we browse the goods, I’m sure we can find something to suit your tastes,” he said leading me towards the largest group of working girls.

“Does anything catch your eye good sir?”

The women he’d brought me to were ubiquitously and truly beautiful in one way or another, but they were for the most part conventional humans.

“They’re all gorgeous obviously, but I was hoping for something a little more, interesting.”

“Ah, I see I see.”

Balthazar led me through groups of women, deeper into the floor. Slowly but surely the curiosities grew. White, beige and black skin gave way to other hues and textures. Two arms two legs stopped being the rule and started being a lightly adhered to guideline.

Eventually, what caught my eye was what looked like a typical fantasy orc. The first thing to stand out to me was how tall she was. Orcs were typically described as large and the same was apparently true for their women here. I learned later that apparently she was only average for her species but was still around 6’5 and towered over me by a fair bit. She ticked a lot of the stereotypical boxes; green skin, heavily muscled, small tusks jutting from the lower jaw and having less of the delicate features you’d find on women from other races. I’m not saying she looked like a man, just nothing like the type of woman you’d see on fashion runways. She was dressed like the other wenchs, so barely dressed at all. Though unlike the fine fabrics and exotic versions of lingerie the other women had, the orc’s clothing was plain linen and unimaginative. Yet all the same, she had her own kind of appeal I could appreciate.

Balthazar must’ve seen me eyeing up the orc. “Ah! You want the orc? Maybe after a few of their raids you want some **** yes?”

I snapped my head to round on him. “What? No, I just… Iunno, but it’s not that.”

He nodded in his bobbing, rodent-like manner and called the orc over. “Mordridd! Come say hello to this man.”

Mordridd approached solidly, without any of Semith’s grace, without applying any of her trade, without really any attempt to allure at all actually.

“Human,” she said coolly, simply nodding at me once. Her voice was surprisingly nice if a bit raspy.

The brotherkeeper elbowed her despite the distance between the two. “Mordridd here’s a new arrival too. Fresh from the Orclands, 18 seasons old to boot. She may be a little light on manners, but don’t mind that though, she good where it counts! What do you say?”

Some men might have thought twice about the greenskin but she was strangely appealing and I figured Simone would make it interesting. The fact she was 18 didn’t hurt either, though I never would have guessed it by looking.

“Hi, I’m James,” I said extending a hand toward Mordridd. “Are you free?”

“Yes,” she replied bluntly.

“Then in that case, do you have a room for us Balt?”

“Yes, of course, right this way. We have a breathtaking suite you’ll just love available,” he said with an oily smile. He grabbed my shoulder again and turned me around. Instead of walking back though I was instantly right in front of the front desk. I tried to take it in stride but couldn’t help but swivel my head back and forth trying to figure out what happened. I couldn’t, but I did manage to look stupid.

Balthazar reached over the countertop to grab something below but I didn’t think he could possibly reach anything from the wrong side of the desk. His arm accommodated that though. Instead of leaning over to reach whatever it was, more and more arm simply slithered out from beneath his heavy clothing.

“Ah, here it is,” he said, his arm already retracting back repulsively. In his hands was an ornate looking bronze key. “Just take the stairs up and use that on the first door you see, it’ll take you right where you want to be.”

Right as I was about to take the key from Balthazar, Mordridd spoke up to interrupt.

“Human, do you know how expensive that will be?”

Balthazar waved her off. “What’s a little money for if not to be spent and enjoyed.”

“Wait, how much is it then?” I asked Balthazar, now curious.

“Bah, a small price for a great deal of pleasure. The private room and the virgin fee will set you back a mere 800 crowns. A worthwhile deal for time spent with a newly arrived orc youth in our finest and most luxurious room.”

“Wait, virgin?” I asked, the word catching my attention first and foremost.

Mordridd answered before Balthazar could. “How many times have I told you this Balthazar, I am no virgin.”

“You are, technically, and that’s what counts, it’s all in the fine print,” he hissed, literally.

Technical or not, the fact she’d only taken cock in the ass excited me.

Mordridd just shook her head. “Human, for 800 crowns you could have a night with two elves. An hour with me will cost you less than a tenth that. People don’t pay for an orc only to take them up to the upper suites. Use the common room, it’s only 40.”

“What’s the common room?”

Balthazar answered churlishly. “Ah, it’s where all the riff raff go. Go there if you’d like but if you know how to treat a woman right, you’ll take Mordridd to the upper suites.” Then addressing her he added “Come now Mordridd, wouldn’t you like to see the upper suites for once?”

She grunted ambiguously in reply. “Do what you like human, but you’ve had my advice.”

The attempt was every bit as transparent as the last time, but it had a bit more bite now with Mordridd standing right next to me. I tried to gauge her reaction but her face stayed impassive. I eventually decided to just go with Mordridd’s suggestion. It didn’t feel as bad cheaping out when she was the one suggesting it after all.

Balthazar gave us a disturbingly waxy approximation of a crestfallen expression after I paid and handed me a much more mundane key.

Mordridd and I left to take the stairs up. I tried to make conversation but Mordridd wasn’t the most loquacious type and kept her responses as monosyllabic as possible. I didn’t know why she made the effort to speak up to save me all that money but wouldn’t talk to me now. Still, I appreciated the effort and kept up the one sided conversation.

Taking the stairs up the spatial anomaly, I used the key on an ordinary door and walked in on a rowdy scene. Unlike the lower levels, this place was a cacophonous orgy, literally. Men, women and beings of indeterminate gender were fucking on top, under and against practically every surface and space in the place as tavern girls plied the patrons with drinks.

I spotted another human-orc pair in a nearby corner booth. The man was enjoying his drink while his orc was lying on her side, her head was buried in his lap and very committedly blowing him. I decided to use the vacant space next to them.

As soon as we got settled in Mordridd asked “So human, how would you like me?”

My cock sprung to life at the blunt question and incipient implication. “Well Mordridd, do you uh, offer anal? I have a bit of thing for it.”

Mordridd arched one eye up. The man with his own orc next to me must have overheard me because he started laughing boisterously. “Boy! Did you just ask an orc if she offers anal? By Ulric’s teeth where did you come from?”

“Uh, my village was pretty isolated.”

“I’ll bet. Look here boy,” he slurred, clearly drunk. He slapped his orc’s ass hard and said, “Go on Kaid, show the boy what you can do.”

The orc grunted but didn’t move away from his cock. Instead she just flipped the loincloth covering her back to the side. I was only mildly surprised to see the handle of what was probably a buttplug still inside her. I expected something decently large from what the guy was implying but what I got was altogether something else.

Kaid pulled on the handle and the most monstrous toy slithered out from inside her. As the fat inches continued sliding out, I grew increasingly shocked at the sheer length of the thing. And it wasn’t just long either. It was as thick around as a drink can and covered with pointed nubs that curved inwards. I couldn’t believe she could pull something like that out of herself so calmly. By the time the whole toy out, I was staring at something 15 or so inches long. I turned to look at Mordridd with new longing. She didn’t seem impressed at all by the display of the other orc girl.

The man nodded in satisfaction. “Back in now girl.”

The other greenskin obeyed and easily **** the monstrous toy back inside her without even breaking the rhythm of her blowjob. The guy laughed loudly again. “They’re all like that! All of them! By the Gods I love orcs.”

“What do you mean they’re all like that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Something about their culture, why don’t you ask your girl if you’re so interested boy. All I know is, they all take it up the shitter.”

I turned back to Mordridd. “Is that true?”

Mordridd rolled her eyes. “I would use different words human. He and most others color it too much. We orcs haven’t the same sentimental attachments to intimacy you humans do, we don’t view it the same way. We are not all ‘buttsluts’ as your people so often like to put it, no more than you are puny and weak by your own standards.”

I knew Simone would make things interesting. I was already in love with the idea of an entire race being comfortable with anal.

It turned out they were a little more than just ‘comfortable’ though. Mordridd gave an abridged explanation of orc history. She explained that a large aspect of orc culture revolved around endurance and strength, and that extended to sex. Anal sex being more difficult than vaginal meant that it eventually became something like a rite of womanhood to orc girls. The more violent and aggressive the anal they could endure the more they proved their strength and womanhood. Over time the practice continued, reached new heights and was basically ritualized.

By the modern day, orc culture had produced women with virtually no sentimental attachment to anal sex and meant the most brutally violent sodomy was a foundation of most orcish women’s lives. The ability to endure even the most frenzied sodomy was a point of pride for most of them and well used assholes were a common sight in orc settlements. Mordridd even threw in the fact that the only other females that could handle the same kind of punishment orcs could take were the undead or demons, and both were pushing the strict definition of female. I made a mental note to give both a visit.

All that meant orc women tended to be rather popular among the other races men despite their less feminine looks. By the time she’d finished speaking I was rock hard and could barely hold myself back from throwing myself at her.

“Mordridd, put your hands up against the wall.”

She followed the instruction and even stuck out her ass without prompting. I tore off the simple cloth loincloth she had on and aimed my already slick cock at the entrance of her ass. Despite everything she’d told me, her ass still looked surprisingly tight and fresh. I found it hard to believe she’d spent most of her lifetime being sodomized by men several times my size. But since she had said all orc women were well acquainted with anal, I didn’t feel too guilty about stabbing myself suddenly into her to the hilt. Mordridd didn’t move flinch at all.

She felt surprisingly tight, almost painfully so in fact. Her heavily muscled body gripped me along my entire length with inhuman strength. Then she started clenching. It was my first taste of Mordridd’s experience with anal and it was shockingly intense. I groaned involuntarily as she began massaging my cock with clenching motions that felt like her asshole was trying to milk the cum out of me.

“There you go,” the man next to me said, interrupting my happy thoughts. I felt it strange he was watching me fuck, but evidently he didn’t as he continued his one sided rambling, “You don’t have to treat ‘em like regular women. See, orcs are tough. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen Kaid here take. Werevolves, drakonids, centaurs and more! They don’t even get off unless you give ‘em a right mauling. Anything less just don’t register. Something about nerves or some such, heard it straight from a wizard I did.”

I nodded my appreciation for the fact before turning my attention back to Mordridd. I quickly escalated to throwing my hips back and forth into her, and she continued to dutifully squeeze my cock as I abruptly sank into her tight ass. But regardless of what I did, whether it was pulling entirely out to ram back in or pulling up while still deep inside to flick out of her, nothing affected the greenskin to my delight.

I wanted to really see how much they could take though and I just wasn’t going to manage that with what I had. I had the larger size settings but even those didn’t seem like they be enough here.

Simone, can you hear me? I thought aloud. The place became dead quiet as people stopped moving and time froze around me as I did. Far from freaking me out, it just gave me another idea to pursue later.

“At your service, as always James.” Her voice rung clearly in my head, bringing me back to the present.

First off, I love what you’ve done with the place.

“I thought you might,” she said with a hint of amusement. “Now, what did you need?”

Another size setting. Even the biggest one before isn’t going to be enough here. I think I’m gonna need a serious monster of a cock now. Something actually inhuman, can you do that?”

“Of course James, though I have to warn you, it’ll take some getting used to when we fiddle with sensation inputs this much.”

“That’s fine by me, I’ll probably enjoy it.”

“I’ll bet. Anywho for immersion’s sake, just reach into your pocket after thinking monster and there’ll be a cock growth potion there. Down it and you’ll be in for a surprise. Have fun James.”

“Thanks Simone.”

Time resumed suddenly and a rush of sound hit me as I slid back into the flow of things. Eager to see what Simone had given me, I pulled out of Modridd. OK, here we go. ‘Monster’ I thought.

Mordridd turned her head back, wondering why I’d stopped. “Cock growth potion,” I said waving the bottle of bright red fluid. Mordridd’s face stayed mostly impassive but her eyes lingered on the potion before she turned back around.

Popping off the cork, I downed the drink and looked down to watch my cock grow concerningly in fits and bursts. In seconds it was about as big as the toy lodged in the other orc, if not slightly larger.

Oh this would definitely work. I positioned my now appallingly sized cock at her rear entrance and shoved in. Mordridd managed to absolutely tank it at first. But that didn’t last long though as I continued feeding inch after inch into her.

The sensations were strange but intensely gratifying. It wasn’t just feeling more from what you had, it was like feeling more from more. I could feel so much of the heat and softness of Moridrdd’s walls along my whole length as I buried myself into her. I could feel my cock making its way through her rectum and hitting the bend of her sigmoid colon before forcing it straight. At 16 inches in, I was worryingly deep in her and rearranging her insides. It was enough to break her. As I bottomed out, Mordridd squeaked with a surprisingly girlish pitch before a deep growl emanated from her throat.

She ground her hips back into me causing my cock to stir inside her, making me groan involuntarily again. I drew back and began thrusting into her but couldn’t give her full strokes anymore. The cock was just too long and unwieldly to easily pull entirely out now. But even the half strokes I was giving her felt incredible. Every pump brought me out far enough to batter the sigmoid colon straight again which always seemed to make Mordridd squeak and her body jitter. It made Mordridd sound like a little girl rather than the hulking orc she was.

As the minutes of gut churning anal ticked by, I noticed Mordridd becoming more and more feral. The noises she was making became more animalistic the longer she ground herself against me. She’d been obeying my last instruction to keep her hands on the wall but she eventually had enough of that. Pulling off, she whirled on me with animal ferocity in her eyes. She picked me up beneath the armpits almost like I was a child and threw me on the ground. The sudden **** startled me at first, but after seeing her positioning above me that was soon replaced by anticipation. Mordridd was clearly sick of the half thrusts she’d been getting because she grabbed my cock and placed the tip against her asshole hungrily before sitting down on it bodily. She drove her ass down on my crotch almost painfully with how hard she came down on me.

With her hands on her knees, she started grinding her ass against me again, making my cock stir deep inside her. It must have scratched an Modridd needed scratched because she kept it up for a while, just stirring her insides with it.

She eventually started riding me though after she’d had her fill. And with her on top, she was able to draw herself up and pull almost entirely off me before slamming back down. It finally occurred to me that the half strokes I was giving her were doing nothing but frustrating her and that this was what she really wanted.

She used my monster of a cock like it was a ordinary dildo and impaled herself on it ruthlessly. It was the kind of careless treatment even I’d feel bad about giving a girl, and here she was doing it to herself. The thing that drove me most crazy though was the complete disinterest she seemed to have in her pussy. She happily speared her own asshole on a 16 inch cock but didn’t so much as touch her pussy. She seemed to enjoy it though, she might not have touch herself there, but she was practically gushing.

The excess of sensation I was getting from my new cock was too much, I couldn’t last much longer. I grunted out as much to Mordridd who barely seemed to acknowledge me now, as busy as she was with churning her guts with my cock.

Right as I was about to blow, Mordridd doubled over me and groaned deeply. She hugged me into her and drove her ass against me hard, bucking with each wave of her orgasm, like she was trying desperately to **** me deeper.

I felt a growing puddle of wetness spread along my stomach as she came. Feeling her cum from nothing but such abusive anal sent me over the edge and I finally exploded inside her. My new cock wasn’t the only thing larger I thought as I spewed an ungodly volume of semen into her. As Mordridd came, the grinding and muscle spasms that gripped her just milked more cum from me and ensured every inch of her insides would be plastered with my cum.

Mordridd and I stayed hugging for a long while afterward, just basking in the afterglow before she eventually sighed heavily. She lazily pulled herself upright. Catching the attention of a barmaid, she made a gesture before limply flopping back down on me heavily. “I needed that,” she sighed out. “We haven’t had any orcs, centaurs or any of the bigger races in for a while. I felt like tearing my hair out.”

The sudden change in her demeanor was pretty shocking. I didn’t realize the gruff routine was just her in a bad mood. “Oh, uh, no problem. I was happy to oblige.”

She chuckled. “Course you were.”

“So, I take it you aren’t always practically a mute?”

I felt Mordridd shrug. I couldn’t see since her tits were almost burying my face. The size difference between us wasn’t actually so bad.

“It’s the act most guests expect from orcs. You prefer one word responses human?”

“No, no, this is good. I like talking.”

“Then we can talk. You’ve still got some time left with me after all.”

The barmaid coming back forestalled my reply. She handed a glass cup to Mordridd with a smile and left. With the cup in hand, Mordridd finally pulled herself off me entirely. I expected the creampie to pour out of her but she was evidently clenching hard enough to keep it in. It didn’t stay inside for long though. With practiced motion, Mordridd placed the cup beneath her asshole and relaxed, letting the colossal load of cum pour into the glass. It felt enormous but seeing it was insane, the cum filled half the cup.

As she skimmed off the final drips using the rim of the glass she said, “This usually costs extra. But all things considered, it’s on the house.”

Sitting back down at our table, she brought the glass to her lips and began sipping the obscene drink like it was a fine vintage. The fact it just poured out of her asshole not bothering her in the slightest. The sheer filthiness of the act left me slack jawed.

Mordridd scrunched up her face. “Human expressions aren’t always easy to read. That does mean you like it right? Your people typically like when I do this for whatever reason, but if you prefer, I can do something else.”

“No, I prefer this,” I said hurriedly.

Mordridd nodded and continued sipping the anal creampie as we chatted. “So that was that your first time with an orc, how did you like it?”

“It was incredible. I can still barely believe you can take it so deep.”

Mordridd chuffed. “It would amuse my friends to hear that. I’m the smallest of them and the least able to endure the men back home.”

I swallowed hard, imagining her group of friends that could take even more punishment than Mordridd could. “I can’t believe all orc women are like you.”

Mordridd rolled her eyes. “The guests all share their orc stories and to some extent yes, it’s all true, but they color it too much. We orcs haven’t the same sentimental attachments to intimacy you humans do, we don’t view it the same way. We are not all ‘buttsluts’ as your people so often like to put it, no more than you are puny and weak by your own standards.”

I nodded. “Well, in any case, I think I’m a fan of orc culture then.”

“So most human men say, but they fare poorly among my people. I almost broke you and I am rather smaller than average.”

I sensed a backstory brewing. “Is that why you left?”

“What? No. I left to study magitecture at the university here.” Mordridd said. “I’ve always wanted to build something grand, but I can’t with the harsh limitations of mundane architecture. Once my education is complete, I will return home and build.”

“Wait, what?” I asked confused. “You’re an architecture student? Then why are you working in a brothel?”

“Magitecture,” Mordridd corrected. “And why not? All orc girls know you can make easy gold in the cities letting the smaller races tire themselves out in you.”

Right, different standards. It was still hard getting that to sink in.

“-It doesn’t interfere with my studies after all and it’s safer than crawling through some dungeon like some fools do.”

“What, you don’t like adventuring? I think it sounds like it could be fun.”

Mordridd laughed sharply. “You sound like Kaid, always trying to get me to come with her on her damn adventures to kill this necromancer or that ogryn.”

“She’s an adventurer?” I asked, snapping my head back to look at her. She was right where I remember with her head still buried in the lap of the other man.

Mordridd nodded with a frown. “Whenever she’s not working here she’s out in the Deeps with one party or another. And thanks to her damned wanderlust, all these stupid murderhobos keep pestering me to join their parties when she’s not available.” Mordridd scoffed. “I don’t even know how to fight for Taal’s sake! Not that they care, they only want me because I’m an orc and they think I’m like Kaid.”

“You really don’t know how to fight?” I asked.

Mordridd shot me an angry glare.

“Bad joke. Well, being popular is hardly the worst problem,” I said soothingly.

“I suppose.” Mordridd conceded.

“Well, if you really hate it, maybe try going on one quest and just messing everything up. When everyone sees you don’t know which end of a sword to hold, they’ll probably stop bothering you.”

Mordridd shook her head. “You misunderstand me human. They think I’m an orc like Kaid and that I will satisfy them freely. True most orcs would, but not all.”

I arched my brow, encouraging her to explain.

Mordridd sighed. “As I’ve said, orc women hold no attachment to intimacy like your race does. Most of us pay no heed to the smaller males of other races as they empty themselves inside us wherever we go. That is why Kaid and orc women are such popular additions to adventuring parties. True, she can fight, but the real want her is because she lets bored or stressed adventurers use her body freely. I would wager she spends more time with a sword in her ass than a sword in her hand whenever she goes on one of those adventures.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sure they’ll stop pestering you eventually,” I offered.

Mordridd didn’t seem convinced.

It may have been tactless, but I was eager to pull on the thread she mentioned. “So Mordridd, what you’re saying is… If I saw an orc girl in public, she wouldn’t mind if I just walked up behind her and shoved my cock in her ass?”

“I suppose that would be the only thing to grab your attention human.” She sighed again. “It depends. As I said, most orc women would, but not all. Typical orc attire makes the distinction clear. We dress rather… openly. Trust me when I say it will be obvious if you’re looking at an orc girl who wouldn’t mind. The girl won’t go out of her way to service you like a wench will, but as long as you don’t get in her way, she will mind very little. Why, just the other day at the market I saw a man reach his whole hand into her rear while she haggled with a fruit vendor, she ignored him until she had had her fruit and moved away.

Mordridd and I continued chatting with her slowly polishing off her drink. Part way through the barmaid came back with a trolley of toys like those inside Kaid, asking if I wanted to kill some time toying with Mordridd. She explained it was part of the service. I could hardly turn down an offer like that.

Mordridd eyed the nubbed leviathan I’d chosen and nodded. “A good choice.”

She sat back and spread her legs for me. She wasn’t trying to be sexual at all but it was mouthwatering all the same. The casual way she’d leaned back and rested her arms on top of the booth, how she planted her feet to the sides while waiting for me to feed almost 20 inches of dildo into her ass was indescribably hot.

As soon as I managed to close my mouth I started driving home the toy. Being soft and flexible, feeding it into her really was a very apt description. I didn’t need to shove or **** it. I just slowly pressed it deeper into her. The malleable toy easily slithered deeper into her, following the bends inside rather than pummeling them straight. Through it all, Mordridd stayed in that casual pose like she was just relaxing at home. She even tilted her head back for another sip of the vulgar drink when I bottomed out the toy and pressed the base firmly against her.

As relaxed as she was, she didn’t even look like she noticed the nearly 20 inches of toy snaking through her ass and colon.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Filling, though to be frank human, I’ve never particularly liked the soft toys. They simply don’t scratch the itch in the same way a rigid toy or real penis does. Not complaining though, this is nice.”

I began pulling out the toy and noticed her stomach deflating slightly as I did, it made my cock twitch and I felt like I was almost ready for another round. Mordridd soon cut that idea down though.

“I’m sorry human, but our time is nearly up, if you have any further plans for me, they’ll have to wait.” She punctuated the sentence by downing the last dregs of cum in her glass and setting the cup on the table.

“Oh,” I said. “Alright then. Uh, are you and Kaid the only orcs that work here by the way?”

Mordridd stood up and let the toy fall out of her before placing it back on the trolley the barmaid left. “Yes we are. Few orcs have reason to travel so far east so you’ll find few of my kind here.”

“Shame about that, must get lonely.”

She grunted. “More than you know. Kaid might be an orc, but we’re too different to be friends and none of the other orcs in the city are known to me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yes, well, things will be a good deal less lonesome once my education is complete. But I really must go now human, our time is up and Balthazar will throw a fit if I spend any unpaid time with patrons.”

I nodded. “I get it, I’ll see you later. Thanks again, you were amazing.”

She gave another of those rare smiles, the tusks oddly endearing. “Your welcome human, you were decent.”

And with that she left. I flopped down next to where she’d been sitting and let out a long breath. Man orcs were something else. And that was just orcs. There were still so many other races to try out and I just knew Simone had cooked up something good for each of them. With so many choices available, it was hard to pick just one. Oh well, I’ve got all the time in the world I thought as I unplugged from the Sim.