Dwarf turn (Virgin)

You let out a gasp of terror as the orc yanks you violently, forcing you on your back. Much like what he did with Petra, he pulls your legs into the air holding them close to his body. Despite your initial fear, you feel oddly calm. Maybe seeing Petra be bred has rationalized it for you?

There’s clearly no salvagin’ this. I wonder if he’ll go easy if I ask. Is an orc even capable o’ mercy?

You look up to him and try to make your eyes as gentle as possible.

“Please, just be gentle. This is my first.” You relax your legs in his grasp and submit to him. You bashfully look away to another corner of the room. He exhales loudly through his nose before grunting in affirmation.

Impossible, is he actually taking mercy on me?

You breathe out sharply as you feel him nudge through your entrance gently pressing into you. His cock braces against your hymen and breaks it. You recoil in pain as the orcs stops, giving you some time to adjust to his size. You take a deep breath and wonder if this will actually bring any pleasure. The thought is interrupted as he presses further into you, causing your muscles to tighten up. You grab the sheets tightly as you feel your face turn warm.

“I go gentle for now dwarf. Plenty time later to be rough.” He says in his fullest sentence you’ve heard yet.

“Th-thank you orc.” You say turning back to look at him again.

Maybe… maybe orcs aren’t so bad. They only take girls from other races outta necessity. Without them, they would die out. Is it really their fault for the way the gods created them?

A ping of pity strikes your heart and is immediately replaced by the orc pressing against your cervix. You gasp as your hand shoots out to grab his, as your fingers intertwine passionately. The orcs gently begins thrusting into you as the sound of flesh on flesh quietly fills the tent. You look across to the well-bred Petra who lies asleep on the bed. A small trail of cum still leaks from her tiny quim.

We were both virgins before tonight… It hurt a lot at first but maybe it’s not so bad.

She seems to sleep peacefully as you’re aware of her gentle breathing. Her small chest rises up before falling back down. You feel an orgasm approach as you look back to the orc. He looks down at you with surprisingly kind eyes. You gently smile, readjusting your grip on his sweaty palm.

“Ye keep goin’ like that, ye might make me cum.” You say, your smile creeping its way into your tone.

“Good. Breeding should be pleasurable for both orc and wife.”

He’s goin’ to make us his wives? I never imagined being married so young, let alone to an orc.

“If that’s true, why were-mMhm you so rough with her?” you say looking to the sleeping Petra.

“She struggled much. I take that as a sign she like rough breed. Me think I was right.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearin, yet there is slight truth in what he says.

“So yer goin’ gentle with me cause that’s what I’d like?” you say looking up to him with hopeful eyes. His thrusts still rock you, causing your breasts to bounce.

“Yes.” He says before leaning into you. He bends down planting a rough yet refined kiss on your lips. You accept just as you feel your climax finally hit.

“FuUuck.” You breathily moan into his mouth. He remains close, now kissing your neck up and down. Your deflowered cunt grips around his length as you feel it trying to draw out his cum. Succeeding as you feel his first shot coat your inner walls. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as his seed fills your warm depths. He finishes as you feel the last of his seed pour out inside you. You simply lay in the embrace for a few minutes as you gently caress the back of his head. After some time, he slumps off of you, laying between you and Petra. Sleep takes the three of you due to the exhaustion of breeding.