A Couple of Days Later There Is Another Hostage Situation...

It was a quiet normal day at Libido Doujin, the anime shop with a very particular emphasis that made it a popular spot for not just Japanese citizens but many perverted foreign tourists as well. Though on this particular day, the group of visiting tourists were from quite a bit further way than usual.

They were orcs and their huge bodies were covered from head to toe in oversized baggy clothing along with obscuring hats and thick scarves across their faces. They were on a mission that required stealth up to this point but no longer!

The young part-timer human manning the counter turned at the sound of the bell at the door ringing, "Welcome to..... Libi...do?"

They loomed over him but he soon went cross-eyed at the barrel of the **** rifle pointed right at his stupid humie head. "U..um.. Can I help you?"

With a righteous shout as he propped his weapon back on his shoulder and knocked off his hat to reveal his glorious porcine features, Grog loudly declared, "Hello fellow otaku! Sorry to intrude, but THIS SHOP BELONG TO US, the PIONEER ORC RENAISSANCE KINSMAN!"

Kimihito sighed, happy to be home after an exhausting day at work and a hectic trip to the supermarket.

"I'm home!" he called out as he knelt to take his shoes off.

He heard Miia's voice call out, "Welcome home, baby-darling!"

He felt a little twitch in his groin at the new term of endearment she was using for him now. In English, baby was a normal thing to call a person you had some feelings for but Kimihito knew that she was referring to the size of his penis. Seijo had introduced her to the proper way to describe the average Japanese man's endowment the other day. The simple truth was that he only had thirteen centimeters in length and eleven in width and that was absolutely minuscule next to Seijo's huge tool

Which it was why it was fortunate that he, along with the majority of the Japanese male population, got off on netorare porn. It was also why he was feeling all tingly at the thought that Seijo was present and his mind raced with all of the erotic fun that had been taking place in his apartment while he was out.

He was sporting quite the erection as he entered the living room and found Seijo sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide, incredibly wide as Miia, Centorea, Papi, Suu, and Rachnera were all stuffed between them as they tended to his big thick cock. It really was really a crowded space with Miia's long tail, Centorea's bulky equine body, and Rachnera's huge carapace and spread out spider legs even as all five girls' heads moved around Seijo's massive prick.

Kimihto could hear the sounds of multiple girls making pleasured moaning sounds as they sucked at Seijo's genitals, both Papi and Centorea were bent low, each of them with a fat testicle in their mouths as Miia captured his cockhead, bobbing her head rapidly while Suu and Rachnera licked along his lengthy shaft. It was incredibly erotic to witness five women lovingly servicing Seijo's big cock and Kimihito felt an intense wave of arousal hit. If any of the liminal women had been looking they'd have been able to see his dick twitch in his pants, the bulge unmistakable even if he was nowhere near as well-endowed as Seijo.

Despite the fact that Seijo had told him multiple times that there was no need to ask, Kimihito couldn't resist, feeling like a rude interloper every time, "Um. Excuse me. Do you mind if I join you, Seijo?"

Seijo opened his eyes and they gleamed as they looked at Kimihito, "Of course! Do what you got to do, man!"

Kimihito nodded, bowing slightly before heading to his room. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and put them in the hamper, before applying some lubricant to his hands. It was hard not to be filled with intense anticipation, without fail each of his orgasms so far had been even more powerful and pleasurable than the last and he couldn't wait to cum his brains out witnessing Seijo fuck the girls. Still, he was somewhat discomforted, remembering purchasing the lube. The grocery store actually sold the sexual aide and he had been beyond embarrassed to purchase it openly, especially when the girl at the check-out had been so cute and had raised her eyebrow quirkily at him. But there was no helping it, with Seijo performing his duties so often, Kimihito would have rubbed himself raw without it.

When he came back to the living room, he knelt behind the various naked wiggling rears of the girls as the continued to blow Seijo as a team. He set about jerking off while idly wishing he had a dick as big as Seijo's.

Abruptly, right as Kimihito was really getting into it, Seijo's cellphone began to ring.

Grog paced back and forth, pointing his ingenious human fire-arm at various pathetically weak humies as they cowered on the floor. No wonder their physically inferior race had made such wondrous tools of distant ****, what with those spindly arms. Not to mention those tiny worms between their legs that they had the absolute gall to call cocks! It was truly a surprise that they had been able to breed enough to fill an entire plane with their weak progeny! Still, their females were of particular worth, he couldn't deny...

He snorted as he waved his powerful gun at the four tiny so-called males tied up on their knees within an aisle. They cowered like whimpering females and Grog sneered as he recalled how not a one of them had had the balls to fight when his crew had invaded their shop, instead they'd cried and passively obeyed his every command. Fucking pathetic! Dying with furiously curled fists in the face of inevitable bullet-hewn destruction was infinitely better than surrendering without a fight like a true and complete weakling! Even proper prey would fight with their every last instinct before the final crushing bite!

Still, they had their uses, an artistic race, creating so many deliciously erotic and righteous 'mangas' properly depicting the lusty congress between the superior Orc males and the females of all the lesser races. Such pictures and stories did much to bridge the long gap between proper raids when such Orcly pursuits could be truly enjoyed. With the influence of the uppity centaurs and now these upstart super talented humie artisans such fun hoard activities were becoming rarer and rarer. Which was why he'd embarked on this perfect little raid into the humie plane!

Abruptly, Grog realized he was holding a stupid humie rifle and he roared with fury, smashing the weapon so hard into the floor that the stock ripped loose and went flying away. The humies moaned with pathetic fear as Grog threw away the dishonorable tool of a weak race of makers. What had he been thinking using that heinous item when only a righteous Orcish battle-axe or blood-hammer or tribal-spear was the proper weapon for a true Orc warrior!

He saw his bros react with similar **** towards their guns and he shook his head, unable to figure out what madness had taken them over to make it this far with such weakling tools within their proper Orcish hands that should only wield huge weapons of righteous melee wrath!

Grog would never use a stupid cowardly gun no matter the situation, even if his life depended on it. That didn't mean he was an idiot and he quickly snatched up the useless shopkeeper by the throat and marched to the entrance of the shop. Pushing through the doors, he held up his pathetic beta-male, the little fool dangling from his fist as he desperately clutched at it.

He shouted at the cordon of humie-knights surrounding the building, "Don't get any ideas! The guns were a ploy to reach this point! Your idiot merchants fell for it! Now we can destroy them with our Orcish muscles easily! Obey our demands!"

After a minute of having to listen to the humie whimper and cry in his grasp, he heard the unnaturally loud voice of the knight-commander as he held a large device up to his mouth, "Yes! We fully intend to. There is no need for anyone to get hurt. You wanted our... artists to produce doujinshi depicting orcs with human females- we agree! That will happen! Release your hostages and we'll discuss the details!"

For a moment Grog felt elation at his successful intimidation of the idiot humies but then he felt a sudden wave of confusion hit his brain. He growled and yelled threateningly as he flung the stupid humie shopkeeper around in the air, "Noooooo! Don't take me for a foolish Ogre, easily led around by a horn! That isn't the deal! Do you think this is a joke?!"

"No, this is not a joke. If there is a miscommunication, please, tell us what you want clearly and we will make every effort to accommodate your demands!"

Grog shook his head, wondering if he truly spoke with the humie knight-commander as he detected no hint of the heavy testicles such a prime specimen would have dangling between his legs in this fool's voice, "Hah! Did your Da' mate with a gobliness? You know our demands! We, the PIONEER ORC RENAISSANCE KINSMAN, hereby demand that mainstream erotic manga be change to 'Humie X Orc Shamaness'! On top of that we demand other variations of the art, such as 'Humie X Orc Mother' and 'Humie X Orc Sister' and 'Humie X Orc Chiefteness'!"

"AND preferably there should be many Orc males witnessing the sexes and jerking their pathetic tiny members while the Orc women loudly and outrageously denigrate their orchoods in comparison to the huge humie cocks!"

There was a suspiciously long silence before the knight-commander finally responded, "Yes. That is certainly fine. We will... redirect our... erotic manga industry to produce such materials. But first, you must release your hostages!"

Grog was honestly shocked at how easy it had been to intimidate the human and he was elated at his success. Not that he was going to give up his hostages for simply a promise. "Fine! I will release one hostage as a reward for your smart decision. But I will hold on to the other three for a more substantial display of your commitment to our agreement!"

"We agree! What substantial display are you asking for?"

Doppel sauntered across the street, her form twisted into that of a buxom orc female, her hair a deep luscious purple-red, her skin lightly green, and she had the smallest of tusks sticking out from her plush lips. Her heavy teats strained against her skimpy brassiere that covered precisely one forth of their green expanse, their wild jiggling an interesting distraction as she approached the big male orc standing in front of the shop.

"Come on, you human knights, do your duty and show us pathetic orcs whose the superior race!" The pig-like monster man tore away his pants to reveal an enormous organ of easily nine inches, fully erect and overflowing with thick drooping skin above a set of low-hanging gonads that any half-dozen members of the police would have been hard-pressed to match even with all of their balls' mass combined. The depth of the liminal's arousal was easy to see as a thick rope of pre oozed out from the tip to drop to the ground, creating a disgusting ribbon that remained between sidewalk and cock, a small puddle growing between it's legs.

The police in their tactical gear exchanged uncomfortable glances, well aware that none of them were equipped so well. The biggest among them was quite proud of his six inches before today. The police captain thought back to a late night bout of pornography watching in which he'd experienced his single most pleasurable orgasm of his life, a fantastically well-hung young man fucking a newscaster during a broadcast. He wished he was here. Barring that perhaps he could call in a horny squad of American marines from Okinawa. Not that he expected too many of them were big enough to overawe this orc.

Fortunately, an otherwise unremarkable (yet familiar...)young man strode forward to wrap his arm about the orcish doppleganger's waist. She needed no encouragement to embrace and kiss him before she swiftly squatted down before his crotch and efficiently retrieved his penis from his pants.

The human's meat was immensely thick, erect in such a potent manner that it seemed more akin to a log than a dick. It was just an immense phallus, rounded at the tip with the dark pinkish undertone, swollen potently and bearing a hefty scrotum just at the hilt. Grog had seen plenty dick before, but he'd never seen one as big as this one.

When it was unveiled in all it's intimidating glory, the main orc leader swiftly declared, "Ah yes! That's a human cock! Utter perfection! Superior to an orc's in every way! Such beauty! So smooth and pale! And such size!"

Doppel squealed suddenly as Seijo impaled her from behind, lifting her up beneath the knees and bouncing her on his cock. She tangled her arms around his neck as best she could, turning her head to kiss him. Grog watched every second as she rode the giant alabaster pole, her green breasts bouncing, her thick ass jiggling in time to the slaps of the human's hips. He listened to her squeals and her moans and her pleas, heard her cry out "Seijo! Oh, FUCK, just like that, oh, OH! OH! Fuck, yes!!" as if it were a mantra.

Grog watched as as they twisted and shifted to the ground, the orcish woman riding the human as he lay on his back, bucking his hips up to meet her. He watched as Seijo pinned her to the ground, plowing into her as her nails raked at his back and she covered his neck with bites and kisses. He listened as she cried out Seijo's name and watched shivered and bucked as if she were having a seizure. He heard the dreaded groan and the woman's breathless pleas and encouragements, whispered into the human's ear as she clung desperately to him. He saw the short, grinding thrusts, heard the faint splat-splug-splorg, and saw the white trickling out into the pavement, all but practically glowing in the sun.

All around them the police were hastily joining the orcs in masturbating, awkwardly fighting with their pants and heavy equipment belts, even as they fought to maintain their grips on their weapons while tugging upon their dicks. They basically had a circle jerk going on around them of half well hung orcs and half much smaller hung cops.