Giving a Hand

It was common for us Orcs to have other mutations, most did actually and this was mine. I had the body of a woman. I was tall, even for my race, with long lean muscles. Not stout and wide like the males of my kind. My face was thinner and more oval than the square jawed men, my features less brutish. I had hips, I had a woman's ass, I walked with a sway to my gait, I had breasts. I was a woman in every way but one. Between my legs was a very functional penis with a big pair of testes to match.

I study her face as I answer her question, trying to gauge her reaction. With a gasp the sound of dry paper blowing across pavement I try to respond. “Womm....Wommmaaaa...” I cringe in pain.

“Woman?” She asks. I nod my head. She reaches for the water bottle and empties the rest of it down my aching throat. I breathe a sigh of relief and nod a thank you too her. She sets the bottle down then with the moist cloth she begins wiping my gritty face. She seemed pleased by my answer.

“I thought so.” She finally says. “You look like a woman, I didn't mean to suggest otherwise. I mean you're tall and muscular and...uh, you have that.” She motions toward my junk. “But you're shaped like a woman.” She smiles. “And your long hair too.” She strokes my thick loosely braided hair. “I was pretty sure you were a woman. Wow. You hair feels so different than mine.” Her wide chocolate eyes are studying my coarse red locks as she strokes. Her hand moves around to the side of my head to feel the shaved side. Her fingers brush my ear as she feels around.

Her eyes were on the side of my head but mine were locked on her face. I wanted her so fucking bad in that moment. I'd never wanted a woman so bad in my life! Despite my injuries I can feel my blood rising. I grip my good hand over and over and concentrate on controlling my urges. In another place and another time I might have taken her right there, as Blitz had done. That sort of **** sex wasn't something I had ever done, threats or payment was usually persuasive enough that physical **** wasn't necessary. But...this girl...she was doing things to me that I could barely contain.

Oblivious to my rising passion she soon returns to cleaning my face. Her hands are gentle as she dabs and strokes away the filth. Her eyes look me over carefully, looking over every detail as she washes me. “Your skin is so much softer that I thought it would be. Like a human's. I always imagined Orcs to be hard. Like leather or rubber or something.” She turns and plunges the cloth into the water. She rings it out and continues, now washing around my ears and my neck. “I've collected some wood for a fire. I think we should risk it tonight. If we keep it small I don't think anything will see our light. Can you see in the dark? I read a book once that said Orcs can see in the dark.”

I shake my head no.

“Hm.” She rinses the cloth again and moves down to my shoulders and chest. “Whoo, getting hot now, isn't it?” She takes a moment to fan her thick looking plaid shirt. She is rocking again, that **** nervous habit of hers. She shifts closer, her hip presses right into mine. “Books aren't always true. Especially novels. Do you want me to read some of our book to you today? I could tell you about the detective.”

I slowly nod my head yes though I could barely focus on her words. Fuck...she was so beautiful. Her soothing hands feeling so good on me.

“You might not understand it all. That's okay. I don't understand everything in those old world books either.” She is quiet for a time. She refreshes the cloth and begins my pits and the undersides of my breasts, very careful to avoid my bandages. She is as attentive and gentle with my breasts as she had been with the rest of me thus far. “Sorry. You don't mind, do you?”

I shake my head no. I wanted her hands on me. I wished I could have my hands on her. My left hand grips tight. Focus, control, breathe.

As she looks my tits over she asks. “Can...you have children?”

I shake my head no. I didn't have the equipment down below to do so. I was just born with the one set. I could father offspring, as far as I knew, but I couldn't have them. It honestly wasn't something I worried much about, but it seemed that Gabby felt it was a big deal. She looked at me sadly, a look of pity in her eyes.

She is quiet. Very quiet for her. She finally says. “I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe if you pray God might...” Her voice fades off and she shakes her head. “...but...you're a mutant. Padre Diaz said...I'm sorry...you're not one of God's children. Mutant's can't...I mean...you probably haven't even been baptized.” She sighs. This seemed to be upsetting her. I didn't like to see that.

I reach up and stroke her arm with my bandaged hand. She tenses up and closes her eyes, she is frozen in spot. “Please don't.” She says quietly. I worry she was going to run away again. I slowly put my arm back down. She opens her eyes and refreshes the cloth to continue. She now cleans my upper chest and the tops of my breasts. The feeling was...arousing. My nipples stiffen. I lean and push back into her touch as much as I could. My eyes focused on hers.

She continues her thorough bath of my bloody grimy body. It is not long before she begins speaking once more, talking about any little thing that comes to her mind. She works down my chest to my sides and my muscular abdomen. The water felt great as it evaporated into the hot dry air. My usually a pale greenish-gray skin looked almost jade in the green tinted light of the shelter. She helps me roll to my side and swiftly cleans my back before helping me back to a face up position once more. She oh so carefully repositions my injured arm into a comfortable position then refreshes the cloth. She leans across and starts to wash my far arm. Once more I loved the feeling of her body leaning over me. I breath deeply trying to catch her scent. I arch my back to push my chest up into her. Just to feel more of her against me.

She stops suddenly. She sits back into a kneeling position, her nervous eyes were focused on the bindings of my good wrist. She had obviously noticed that I was half way to freeing myself. Her eyes are locked on my good arm. I stay very still, I wasn't sure what she was going to do. She takes a long deep breath and swallows hard. Gathering her courage. As suddenly as she had stopped she starts up again, continuing on as if she hadn't seen a thing. She chats and she cleans as I watch her and listen to her.

She had gotten to my waist and it is then she notices my straining erection pressing hard against coarse cloth of my underwear. She stops again and recoils. “Oh! Ohh...oh no! No, no, no. Oh...um...oh...Filth? But, you're a woman...” Her voice trails off.

I watch as her shoulders slump and her head bow. She almost seems to shrink. She whispers. “Of course.” I see a little shudder run through her. She takes a trembling breath then straights up again. She is looking at my stomach, conspicuously not making eye contact, and she says. “Okay Filth...um, okay...” She nods. “Okay...” I watch as a tear runs down her sweaty cheek.

She had seen my desire for her and she knew what she had to do. She seemed consigned to it, defeated by it somehow. She would care for me no matter what that entailed. She is looking at my crotch and readying herself for what she had to do. I wanted her, more than anything, but not like this!

I try to raise my hand again. “Gahh...Gahhbeee...” I croak.

She carefully but briskly pushes my arm back down to the ground. “Don't...just...don't touch me...”

She pulls down my underwear and my rock hard member springs free. It stood straight and firm and free such was the state of my arousal. She looks so ashamed as she positions my underwear to a good spot. She takes a moment to clean my rigid shaft and bulbous knob, the wet cloth as gentle and careful as ever in her sure hands. The cloth was cool to my swollen organ. More tears trickle down from her eyes but she had a determined look. Setting the cloth on my hip she takes my cock in a feather touch grip...and she begins to stroke.

Her face looked pained as she focuses on her task, she bit on her bottom lip and tears continued to flow. She says in a tiny **** voice. “Filth...I...I can't keep you like this much longer.” She takes another unsteady breath and sniffles. “P...please don't...hurt me. Okay? Do you understand? When you are free. Just...don't hurt me.” She frowns, her face betrayed the fact that she thought I would hurt her the moment I got the chance.

She was doing this so I wouldn't hurt her!? Ohhh no! No, this wasn't right. There were few in this world that I would hesitate to hurt if I thought I could get something from it, but Gabriela? No! Never!

I shake my head back and forth. “Gahhb...” I move my hand up again, but all I can do is press it into her side. To her it must look like a clumsy grasp toward her breasts. Her face flinches and twists in loathing and fear as she freezes in place...before she continues stroking once more. She doesn't push my hand away this time. My arm explodes in pain. With a wounded grunt I am **** to lower it once more.

She wasn't even pretending that she could leave me anymore. We both knew that wasn't happening. It was plain to see that she needed my mute companionship every bit as much as I needed her physical care. She didn't want to be alone anymore. So much so that she was willing to risk living with a despicable Orc.

I lay there looking at her delicate features. Her slender graceful neck, the gentle slope of her jawline, her tiny perfect ear. I...I was being overwhelmed by feelings I'd never felt before. I wanted her to continue her slow gentle attention, it felt so nice, yet I also wanted her to stop. It didn't feel right that she felt she had **** but to do this.

“Gaahhbeee...” I hiss again.

She takes a fortifying breath and gathers herself. Blinking the tears away I see a strength come out in her, a survivor's strength. She nods. “It's okay. You have needs, I understand. Really, I do. I...I used to be married.”

Gabriela's small persistent hands worked my entire length. Slow and steady up and down. Her motions are smooth and continuous and graceful, this was no crude and quick handjob. Her tender touch unlike anything I had felt before. This goes on and on. Her baby soft hands gripped one beside the other as she stroked with a persistent rhythm. Her dainty fingers and thumb only able to reach three quarters the way around. I decide to relax and give myself over to the experience since I couldn't stop it. I look at her with the kindest expression I could manage but she refused to look up at my face.

Having gotten over the initial aversion she was now going about her task in a pragmatic yet caring way. She was really putting her focus into this, trying to do her very best to get me off. She strokes long even strokes, her motions getting more bold as her confidence built. It took her a while to really find a good technique. She had obviously been with men but she wasn't exactly experienced either. She notices the extra sighs as she runs her hand over the head, she shifts so that she could stroke the end section more. I groan in approval.

She tilts her head, studying my cock from a different angle. She finally speaks again. “It's so...human looking. Bigger, longer. But...still, so human looking. I didn't expect that. It feels the same too. It's soft and warm. It's easy to forget that you mutants used to be human. Are all Orc women like you?” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye.

I shake my head no. I try to hold her gaze but she immediately looks away again. “You” mutants she said. Did she not realize that she was a mutant too? It didn't seem like it.

“No, I guess they wouldn't be.” She clears her throat. “Umm...are you close?”

I shake my head.

She nods. “Okay.” She starts to pick up the pace, her fingers gripping just a little bit more. Her arms and shoulder were getting tired but she soldiers on. Stroking me faster and faster until she hits a rapid but steady tempo that she could maintain.

“Mmmmm.” I hum, seized by the bliss of her touch.

As I look her over all I could imagine was the beautiful body hidden beneath her baggy clothes. Those small teardrop breasts and her dark wide nipples. I buck and growl as I feel my lust reaching a boiling point. The extension cord creaks as I flex my left arm. I buck again. I groan as if in pain. I wanted to take control but I couldn't, I was still helpless. I had **** but to let the girl take me to my ecstasy. My own full round breasts jiggle and bounce to my jerky motions. I rest my injured hand on Gabby's hip. I try to grasp onto her. I wanted to touch her so bad.

“Gahhbbeee...” I sigh. How I wanted to hold her in this moment. To feel her mouth on mine. To feel her body held to me. To smell her musk as we made love. To taste her. How I wanted to be inside of her!

My savior, now up on her knees and getting her whole body into the action, with failing weakening arms, goes all out and takes me over the brink.

My hips are thrusting as I let out a rasping sigh. “Huuuuhhhhhhh!” I shoot my seed with such **** it arches up over my stomach to splatter across my cheek and neck. Another and another wad erupts up onto my body, coating the area between my breasts with a slimy coat of jizz. Gabby's eyes widen at the potency of my body shaking climax.

“Oh! There's so much. Oh...oh wow!” She marvels. With attentive care she milks me for all I had, her grip rhythmically squeezing up my length to massage it all out. My hot creamy cum is painted all up the center of my body.

I moan weakly as I finally relax. I take my breaths in fast and out slow. The last few pulsing throbs of my orgasm slowly subsiding. When she was sure I was done she gently places my penis down onto my lower stomach. She turns and washes her hands in the water then takes the cloth and cleans me of my mess. Her patient expression not displaying any of the hurt or revulsion she had initially shown when she began.

As she cleans my cheek I am staring up at her. She finally looks me eye to eye once more. I am lost in her all too brief gaze. She blinks and turns away from me. She concentrates on rinsing the washing cloth off once more.

She finishes the rest of my bath in silence.