Orc Male

You stand away from the mirror in order for all of your large frame to be seen in it. As a male Orc, you stand tall and proud over nearly all other races, and your form is a specimen to behold. Not an ounce of unnecessary fat anywhere, your muscled body could easily be the standard for marble statues and other works of art, if anyone would be that trusting to your kind, and if you ever held that kind of patience. The only hair to be found on your body is the kept knot at the top of your head. Your olive green skin, reddish eyes and pronounced teeth, coupled with your size, make you physically intimidating to "soft skins", shorthand for elves, humans and the like.

Mirrors are the work and property of those soft skins, and you've never seen your reflection like this before. Proud of your physical stature, fangs and all, you begin to arouse yourself, bringing your cock to life. Grasping it in hand and slowly stroking, you bring it to it’s full size of nearly a foot in length. There's plenty to be proud of in that, knowing how easily you can make women of all races melt all over you, once you get the chance, and the jealousy the other males have for never being able to measure up. Your arousal is not quite so strong that you lose complete focus. You still don’t have a way to get out of here. Breaking the gaze of yourself, and releasing your weapon of a cock, you look around the walls to see what your options are, wondering which of them may have a means to breaking free.