A Loutish Orc

She should've known what a disadvantage Ryan was at, and how **** he seemed to be for the sake of his job, but she still used it as just another opportunity to pile on.

'She's just a brute, a lout, a fuckin' orc preying on the weak....wait no-no wait' rattled off Ryan's dazed mind; accidentally activating his charm in the shortest gap yet, his exhaustion slowing his caution for just a moment.

Her need to inflict her aggression became more true as she snarled with a tuskful expression, and tensed the bulk added to her form. She rudely grabbed the mic and scrolled through the songs listed; taunting "let's see how much of a loser you are."

She then found a masculine metal song to really put Ryan down, and to appeal to her sensibilities. Chelsea picked the war/battle heavy song 'down from the sky: by trivium'. She rocked the booth loudly with the shouting portions of the song; really tying in an orc's ability for war cries, and would put on a gruff manly voice for the chorus while glaring at Ryan.

Her efforts to lower her voice and harden her expression, actually looked kind of cute, even if such a performance was still absolutely killing it at singing the song. However, seeing Ryan's look of finding her adorable for even a second despite all her posturing, had utterly pissed her off; forcing her to be an even greater try-hard for the rest of the song, leaving her panting into the mic and with a score of 70%.

'Y-you're not beating that!" she boasted, before tossing the mic to bounce towards Monica and rushing to grab Ryan's shirt in embarrassment.

"I-I" He stammered, soon interrupted, "I Get him next?" asked Chelsea side-eyeing Rachel.

"Sure, we've got him for a couple hours; I might as well rest for a bit" Rachel shrugged glibly.

"Time to put a shemlen like you in your place," 'was Chelsea always racist?, or is that just a trait orcs have also?'

She roughly pulled Ryan's pants off and tossed them into the corner of the room, before dragging him onto his back between the table and the couch, pinning him within the lounge. Her rough look and grip on his ankles in the air was intimidating, even as she slid her shorts off and poised her tight, brutishly muscled cunt over him.

Ryan was a straight guy and had been being seriously neglected by his girlfriend in the intimacy department, so he felt no inclination to refuse all the women throwing themselves at him, but all his prior stress associated with these people, and his thoughts about even a little of the day-to-day logistics of everyone he turned already; were putting some strain on his ball's ability to output. So far none of this was **** or even 'reverse-****' if that made a difference; just a growing amount of hassle that was about as violent as such.

He took a deep breath, accepting that she was just going to be like this now that she was turned and that she was still in her nature at peering down at him, as she was now, just that her tight lips were now gripping his cock as she squatted down. Based on all the aggression that rocked through her hips, it seems she needed this on a hormonal level, and her proud grunt only spurred on a tight clench of her savage, warrior-like pussy.

She kept her rhythm in line with her shouts, roughly squatting down on Ryan again and again; her pussy drooling onto him and her hips shivering as she'd slowly raise herself back up. Chelsea actually looked a bit cute, if not delicate, to see her sensitively glide her hips back up when trying to hide the pleasure she couldn't mask in her charge. Seeing Ryan find her cute in any capacity, especially while being supposedly 'hate-fucked', was the biggest thing to enrage her.

She snarled at him and arched her back, keeping her face parallel to his, as her lower body kept smacking her thick, muscled ass down against the underside of Ryan's thighs, her pierced tits bouncing freely underneath her shirt.

"Something funny Ryan!?, I-I'll show you funny, w-when I pound out all your fucking nut into me!" she taunted while staring him down with a burning intensity that almost matched her blushing and the speed of her hips slamming.

Her passion burned and twisted within her, slowly planting a big smile on her face; thrilled to be locked within the bouts of conquest and pillaging upon the weak. She awakened to this orcish delight/gained a fetish for him.

"Oooh yeah fill that pussy shemlen, fill that womb with all your fucking cum!" The orc cried as she *plap* *plap* *plap*'d him into oblivion. Ryan remembered just how fertile green-skins are written as, including orcs, and felt absolute evidence that they might all have a breeding fetish based on how hard this one was slamming.

Such an intimidating, yet under a few layers adorably needy, **** couldn't be refused; especially with how deeply he was being gripped, at both his cock and his legs. She came hard and dropped herself down roughly, letting her pussy give its tightest stranglehold, as all her other muscles tensed out. This cunt wasn't asking for his cum; it was milking it out, greedily filling her womb with plundered seed and soon, dripping out of her snatch, that was similarly dripping in her own wetness.

She slid off weakly in victory, with a matching grin on her face, as she fell back to the lounge's bench. Ryan kept to the floor, dazed in his disgraceful pose, with some of their shared fluids slowly trailing to his gut.

'we're out of it, but don't think of anyone...' he repeated to himself; refusing to let another mind-fucked moment of being scatter-brained change someone's life permanently.

Monica peered down at him and struggled to suppress a laugh at how hard he was fucked. "hehe~so me next" she asked, fully unturned, shocking Ryan even though he knew just how much of a slut she was. Truthfully, she was actually pointing back to the karaoke.

'What a wild slut, free and uninhibited despite the monsters around her; acting like everything's natural, as if she's- no- like she's a wild fuckin-'