By getting in a workout.

Simon quickly moved through the halls of the SHARC as he headed towards the weight room closest to his room. He was praying no one would see him both in the halls or the weight room given his raging erection was impossible to hide under his shorts. With the infernal spell preventing him from ejaculating until the morning, he was regretting his earlier fuck with Hannah and cursing the teasing he received from the imp sisters. He needed relief, but he knew the only thing he could do was try to hold out until the morning.

Unfortunately for him, his preoccupied mind had him so distracted that he didn’t notice the yellow warning light next to the door to the weight room until it was too late. He was reaching to open the door when it opened on its own. Simon froze as the door swung and revealed the orc security guard he met earlier. Her green, hulking, seven foot tall frame was covered by a sports bra, tight shorts, ankle socks, and tennis shoes, all in black.

Her incredibly long black hair was still in a ponytail, but Simon’s focus was transfixed by the moisture covering her body. Simon’s gaze roamed over the countless beads of sweat scattered over her muscles while his nose was slowly becoming consumed by her sweaty musk. His strained cock grew painfully hard as his body was craving one thing: the orc.

The orc’s nostrils flared up before she stepped forward. With each step, Simon nervously backed up as his eyes were glued to her body. The orc hit the red button by the door and as the door closed and the scent of her musk was filtered out of the weight room, she continued to stalk towards Simon until he backed into the wall. She towered over him and reached down, grabbing his jaw and pulling his face away from her chest and up towards her glaring eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Simon was frozen by fear and lust and as his lips quivered in the absence of speaking, the orc continued to hold his jaw while her other hand flicked Simon’s forehead. The quick, sharp pain immediately brought Simon out of his stupor as he stammered out a defense.

“I’m sorry for staring! I was just…”

“What the HELL is wrong with you???”

“I’M SORRY! I didn’t see the light next to the weight room door and…”

His stammering stopped with another hard flick against his forehead.

“I’m NOT talking about why you’re drooling over me. I’m talking about WHY you smell so…”

The orc’s nose flared again as she took in a long sniff. Simon felt a fearful shiver run through his body as the orc shivered with lust.

“Look. A lot of monster girls are VERY sensitive to smell. We know when someone is pent up. Whatever you’re doing, it’s not safe.”

As the orc took in another sniff of the struggling human, words spilled out of Simon’s mouth.

“It’s not my fault, or not JUST my fault, but I just got hired as a research assistant here, and well “technically” I’m a research assistant, but I’m more like a sperm donor, and Miss Asmodaugh put a spell on me, so I can’t cum unless the turns the spell off, and she’s only going to do that when I’m in one of the feeding sessions, and she warned me that orgasming would only make me feel worse, but everyone’s been teasing, and I couldn’t resist it, so I guess it is sort of my fault…”

When Simon finally stopped running his mouth, he held his breath as the orc silently stared at him.

“So you can’t cum?”

Simon shook his head. The orc’s green eyes glanced down at Simon’s painful bulge before turning her gaze back towards his blue eyes.

“But you still get hard?”

Simon gulped and slowly nodded his head as the orc’s lips curled into a devious grin.