Pleasure in the Pool: Becky and the Pig-Orc

"Oh Gods... fuck!" Becky's voice had risen to the pitch of a mouse's squeak as she was split wide open by the forceful thrusts of a pig-orc. The immense contrast between the two was rather the sight to behold as his portly frame was several times as wide as her slim body, and he was quite a bit taller than her as well, making Becky look almost almost comically small in front of him. A broad, flabby arm wrapped around her waist to slam her down over and over on his cock, while the other snaked up around her body, clutching across her chest to prod into her mouth with fat fingers.

Pig-Orcs were somewhat of a poorly understood oddity within the king's lands. While most normal born orcs were human enough, save for their tusks, short life spans and tribal attitudes, Pig-orcs were almost like a different species all together. With a weighted bulk closer to an ogre, animistic and animalistic snounted faces, many scholars wondered if the two species were even related at all. Perhaps one of the most bizarre aspects of these creatures could be found between their legs-- much like their namesakes, Pig-Orcs were equipped with a spiraling corkscrew of a penis, which would twist up inside their mate (or, more often, victim), rubbing and stimulating areas not commonly touched by more traditionally shaped members.

Becky was fortunate enough to be granted all the strange wonder of being fucked by such a strangely shaped cock with the horror and revulsion that might usually accompany the experience blissfully washed away by the pool's powerful magic. The Pig-Orc held her firm, keeping her height steady to ram his cock up into her again and again. It wasn't too long before Becky's eyes locked shut, face contorting in pleasure as she twitched and came.

The behemoth holding her gave an indistinct braying sound and began to stumble forward, carrying her on it's cock to pool's centerpiece-- a rather elaborate statue fashioned into a waterfall in the center of the pool with the shapes of naiad's, fairies and mermaids chasing each other carved into the fine stone. Becky's eyes only fluttered open for a moment before she was dropped forward, body pressed against the shapely form of a stone pixie winking back at her.

"Mmm Mmmh!" Becky moaned contentedly as the the Pig-Orc gave one powerful thrust, then another. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she knew what was about to happen, but there was only the faintest echo of dread. The Pig-Orc placed both hands on her hips, then drove his cock in as deep as possible before he came, spurts after spurt of semen shooting into the thin girl.

Becky writhed in delight, gyrating her hips as she savored the sensation of his cum filling her. The rapid spurts had began to form into what was almost a steady stream, and--after several seconds, he was showing no sign of slowing down.

The pair had almost become part of the statue, a near frozen image of the monstrous Pig-Orc flooding the slender blonde woman with his seed, only disrupted by Becky's steady moaning and the needy grinding of her hips.