Take it in your ass

There is no doubt that your opponent outfucked you: his rod stands powerful like an oak, while yours is laying flaccid after your powerful orgasm. You accept your fate. Not that you have a choice, after all.

The orc smirks and pokes your face with his cock, while flexing his arms.

"Vae victis, beta male. Woe to the conquered"

"Do you know latin?"

"Just cause I am massive orc, it does not mean I am an ignorant brute. I have two degrees."

"..."

"Ancient languages and archeology. Why do you think I am down there?"

"I have so many questions..."

"No answers until my cock is unsatisfied" He pokes you again. "Go all four, beta: since your cock was noe enough, let see if your ass can do the job."

You sigh and obey, getting on your hands and kneese.

You feel him rubbing his cock between your buttocks.

“It’s so damn big…”

The orc pushes his massive rod inside your anus and start pounding you hard. He moans, you need to bite your lips to not scream.

The greenskin grabs your hips and starts guiding your movements in faster pace. He spanks your butt.

You feel like you should oppose to it, showing that you are not a doll to be controlled, yet… the sensation of his strong hands on you… the idea of being totally under his power, outmatched by an opponent who prove to be manlier than you…

Why you feel you are liking it?

“Ghhh… of, Mork be fucked, your anus is tighter than a dwarf throat I fill like… ghhhh…” The greenskin stops moving his hips and gives you one last wild spank on your buttocks. “Fuck! CUMMING!!!!”

So soon? You have the time to think that your frottage competition must have been closer than it looked… before a HUGE wave of seed floods your anus.

The grasp of his hands on your hips give you no way out: his sperm pushes hard inside of you, so much that you feel a warm sensation into your belly.

“For the balls of Gork, human… you have a natural talent for that!”

The orc sits on the floor, panting.

You sit with him.

“Well… thank, I guess…”

“You know what? That was fun: I am Gmor, by the way”

He offers you his hand. His mouth is opened in a sincere smile. After an instant of doubt, you grab his hand and shake it.

“You can go, if you want, human. Or… you… well, you can stay a little more with me”

Is he… blushing for real? How can a two metres tall orc with the body of a culturist be cute?