A night of debauchery

Lady Angelina called for the snotty butler to bring you a drink, you requested a dwarven whiskey. Reneyson the butler came back into the room pushing a refreshments cart, the others were drinking mostly sparkling elvish wine. Making you snort in derision, as that was more fruit juice than ****. The next twenty minutes are rather boring for you, as you are **** to listen to the male nobles making small talk. Sharing both saucy gossip and silly tales about their well born fellows, while you guzzle their very fine whiskey and enjoying the teasing flirts of the fine human ladies. As they cluster around you, things going a bit beyond just flirting as the human females soft hands begin to fondle your thickly muscled torso. Those soft hands finding their way lower, you can't help smirking as the noble ladies small hands explore your throbbing male organ. Their pretty faces showing awe at the length and thickness of that mighty green rod. While their husbands stand by talking among themselves, as they pretend not to notice that their mates are admiring a half Orc's male organ. That big throbbing organ beginning to leak pre-cum down your trouser leg, as the sour faced Reneyson returns to announce in a dole tone.

“Ladies... Gentlemen dinner is served.” The ladies drag you along into the massive dining room, where you see a huge table that could easily seat fifty. Only one end of it is set of course, you are seated on one side about half way down. The gentlemen are all clustered at the head of the table, while the ladies surround you sitting to either side as well as across the table. Once again the ladies lavish you with attention and lewd flirting, while their husbands sit by joking and trading friendly insults. Lady Angelina and Lyra were seated to either side of you, while the Lady Sabrina and shy little Emma sat on the far side of the table. As you all are seated, Reneyson clapped his hands and a flurry of other servants swarm into the room. Pouring drink and bringing in platters of steaming food, soon the table is piled high with everything from roasted fowl to fried boar. It is the type of feast some silly human writer, might imagine a Orc chieftain would be eating. Not that it mattered to you at all, it all tasted very good even the wine prove to your liking. You couldn't help noticing, that they had given you a huge silver goblet to drink out of. While the nobles drank from small crystal wine glass's, still the humans drank like fish making you feel a bit better. By the time dinner was over they were all more than a little drunk, and then Reneyson the butler brought in after dinner brandy.

As you sat back enjoying the sweet brandy, Lady Angelina reached over under the table. Slipping her soft hand down into your woolen trousers, those smooth fingers playing with your throbbing organs. Glancing over you shared a leering grin with her, and then a bit farther down the table her plainly drunken husband. Suddenly you feel Lyra grip your wrist, tugging your big callused left hand into her lap. Glancing over you are surprised to see she has pulled her fancy dress up, while exposing her creamy white thigh's. You almost **** on your brandy, as your fingers brush the lip's of her shaved sex. Feeling the dampness there, as you callused finger begin to explore her nether regions. You hazard a glance down the table at Sir Corey, noting that he is watched you closely through narrowed eyes. Flashing him a tusked grin, you roughly sink your fingers deep into his wife to be's drooling pussy. Making Lyra moan out softly, gripping the edges of the table with both hands as she leans back gulping for breath. You sit there diddling the nobleman's bride to be for another ten minutes, until the brandy is finished and Lady Angelina and her sheepishly grinning husband Orrin. Move everyone upstairs to a sitting room on the second floor, before the pretty noble lady invites you into a private room.

You find yourself in a massive bed chamber, that is just as lavish and opulent as the rest of the house you've seen. One whole wall is a massive mirror, facing the huge bed that you can't help noticing is piled high with furry pelts instead of normal blankets. As you watch in delight the Lady Angelina quickly strips off her fancy dress, standing there in only her silky under things. “Oh yes.” The grinning Orrin moans as he helps to remove your clothing, until you are standing there in all your naked green glory. “My god Angelina he... he's even bigger than I expected!” The Baron moaned as he backed away from you, while the not so prim and proper lady strolled over towards you.

“He's glorious... look at those beautiful... powerful muscles, such a contrast to that crude brutish looking face.” She swayed right up to you, soft fingers toying with the hefty male organ jutting out of your crotch. “I can hardly wait to feel him between my legs. Toss me down on yonder bed... and ravish me oh Orc Lord... As you see my husband can not stop you.” Angelina purred, gesturing to Orrin who had removed his trousers and was fondling his rather small erection. It doesn't take much thinking to understand your part, sweeping her up into your arms you carry her over to the bed. Dropping her onto the pile of furs, as you glance back over your shoulder at Orrin and grin lustfully.

“Your husband is NO male compared to me.” You grunt aggressively, as you pounce on her struggling body. Pinning her down, as you take a moment to enjoy the look and feel of that creamy white female form. You had never been with so pretty a female, and in honesty had never expected to have a change to fuck a rich noble human. Roughly you grip and fondle her body, squeezing her pert little breasts and pinching those hard aroused little nipples. “But you... you are the perfect mate for me.” You grunt burying your blunt Orc face between her breasts, kissing and nibbling lustfully as you position yourself between her long shapely legs. Stabbing that huge green rut muscle against her taint a few times, before looking back over your shoulder grinning at Orrin. “Come over here Cuck... and guide a real males cock into MY new mate.” You demand feeling Angelina shudder beneath you, as her husband crawls over to grip your throbbing cock in his fingers. You can't help noticing that this noble mans fingers, are just as soft and pleasing as his wives. His trembling hand guides that massive green fucker into her waiting embrace, glancing over you snicker as you watch the Baron licking your greasy pre-cum off his pale fingers. You smirked as the huge helmet of you cock is pushed between those dewy sex lip's, playing the part of a ravisher you thrust balls deep in a single thrust. Making the lady scream out in pleasure and pain as that might half Orc cock stretches her pussy open wider than it ever had been taken. “Hahah sounds like My new wife likes the feel of a real cock inside of her!”