Use him for your own pleasures.

The point of your sword at his throat, you look upon him and consider. Though scarred, his well-built physique is undeniably attractive. You had not before appreciated the savage nobility of his mighty tusks and broad jaw.

"Close your eyes." You command.

"I prefer to die with my eyes open."

You take a step closer and place your left hand lightly on his muscular chest. "Just don't move." Your hand glides down over his solid abs. "I've herd rumors about male orok. Time to find out if they're true."

You pull out his drawstring, cut it with your sword, and hastily return your blade to his neck. No longer held, his loincloth falls to the ground. You smile, taking his thick but flaccid organ in your hand. The orok is obviously confused, but he cannot help but respond to the tender touch of a beautiful girl. He comes alive within your grasp. "Impressive. OK, here's the deal; you lost so you're mine for a little while. Try anything, and you'll be saying goodbye to your dragon here." You give him a squeeze. "Understand?"

He nods slightly, trying not to betray mixed feelings of relief and pride.

You sheath your sword and then kneel down to get a closer look at his hardening purple cock. It's not yet fully erect but it's already larger than any of the men in Aikenhurst. You pump it a few times, and then move your hand to fondle the twin hanging sacks. You lift up the shaft, and gently press your lips to the underside, just beneath the head. You open your mouth slightly, and begin to suckle and slurp all along the dirty shaft of his now fully engorged dick. How utterly wicked you feel; as you press your lips over the head and take him into your mouth. A complete stranger, and a filthy orok no less. You taste his maleness sliding over your tongue as you go down on him. Arching your neck, you take the massive cock deep down your throat as far as you can.

You hear a guttural moan and feel the orok's hands on the back of your head, pulling you in. Your big hazel eyes look up from your mouthful of cock to see the desire-filled face of a man obviously enjoying the proceedings. You blow forward and back, watching his delight at every delicate motion of your tongue. You take his dick as deep down your throat as you can, though much of the shaft nonetheless remains in your hands.

This has you quite aroused as well. Your left hand snakes under your dress and into your panties. You begin to rub your smooth hairless mound. You trace and fiddle your warm slit, and then find your nodule of pleasure hardened. You smother it, pressing hard with your now slippery fingers.

The orok can hardly believe what is happening to him. Moments ago, he thought he was staring his own **** in the face. And now, he iss in heaven. His cock is being suckled through the luscious lips of an angel. The tantalizing, hot, wet touch of her tongue. Her bright eyes, staring up at him. So beautiful. He cannot help but to grunt and moan. And you realize that he will not last much longer. So you stop.

"Lay down." You command. He hesitates for a moment but then gets down on his back on the leafy forest floor. After taking a moment to slide your panties down from under your dress, you crawl overtop of him. You squat down above his lap and take his thick meat in your hand. You lower yourself to it, until his head is presses into your womanly folds. You playfully rub yourself on him, getting him all wet. Then, you ever so slowly sit down on it. You feel the massive, filthy rod filling you up inch by glorious inch. You lean back on your hands pulling yourself back up until almost completely off. Then impale yourself on the throbbing cock in one swift push.

"Fuck!" A hot cry escapes your lips. You pant and moan as you slide up and down on his rigid pole. You start rubbing your hard clit with one hand as you ride. "Yeah that's it, fuck me!" You dwell in naughty ecstasy as you bounce in the lap of the biggest scumbag of Murklewarren.

The orok's strong hands grip your ass tightly. He starts bucking his hips, thrusting hard up into you faster and faster. He begins to grunt as he feels the pleasure building within his loins. He is clearly lost in the pleasures of your warm tight snatch wrapped around him. You can tell that he can hold back no longer.

And that's when you stand up. He unleashes a mighty throaty roar as hot cum erupts forth from his organ. You take a step back to avoid getting sprayed by the spewing fountain of viscous fluid. You laugh lightly as you watch the white cum splatter and pool all over his own belly. He stares at you as you pull your panties back up and straighten your dress. He continues to grunt, thrust, and cum.