A cave orc

Mira could not wait. She used the keys she had lifted from the guard's belt - if only he was here - to unfasten her feet from the chains. Now, with her body free, she pushed her self up the stone wall of the chamber, parted her legs and slid her hands between her thighs.

The paladin fixed her hungry eyes on the closed wooden door. Who would Marus send? One of the guards? Both? Someone new? Would he return? She asked herself all those questions he while her fingers played in her sex, carefully teasing her nub, trying to coax out enough pleasure to last her until rescue arrived.

When the door flew open Mira nearly climaxed.

No man stormed into the room. It was a blackskinned orc! An orc! Where was her man? This orc was barely more than a mere animal. She had killed plenty orcs in her time, thick, smelly, strong and brutal. They could tan leather for basic armour but this one was naked.

The paladin had time to register the size and girth of the cave orc's impressive cock before the creature slammed into her. Its flesh felt tough and leathery against hers. She could feel the orc's muscles ripple as it wrestled with her.

Winded, Mira fought to free her arms, using all of her strength to un-pin them from her sides and begin to wrestle with the monster. She needed sex with a man, not a monster, she'd need to fight to be free. The beast grunted in frustration.

Second thoughts raced into her mind. The cave orc wasn't trying to bite her, wasn't trying to gouge her with its two yellow tusks or even bash her over the head. The clubby, muscled, oaf of a creature was wrestling with her legs and was halfway through lifting her up off the ground -- it was trying to fuck her!

It was strong, naked, endowed with great stamina and was about to impale her desperately soaked pussy with its large black dick. Her body screamed at her; she wanted this! She needed this! But could she cope with this?