Approach them

Your bare feet crunched on the undergrowth. They broke their conversation to turn in your direction. No one tried to kill you so there was already a good first step. The group studied you, mumuring to each other in their orcish tongue. You were busy eyeing them as well. It was an impresive little crowd.

They were all rugged men, warriors. Sculpted muscles, scarred by the weapons, drew your eye. Even days ago you would have found them unappealing. Thankfully the love god gave you a taste for such things. You felt your robes tent slightly as you day dreamed about them. Their firm bodies were so enticing. Green skin, tusks pointed upwards from their mouths and powerful bodies. Everything you'd hoped for and more from orcs. Your fascination was not left unnoticed either.

Maybe they thought you female. Hopefully they would not mind the surprise. "Maybe these men can show you to their leader. With some persuasion of course," the love god commented. You couldn't help but notice the anticipation in his voice. Your eyes were still focused on the buffet before you. Their loincloths and pants were starting to tent too.

You waved gently, hoping for a sign to approach. Oh how you hoped you could approach. The growing arousal from the group was making you woozy. They were definitely liking what they saw. Their strange language was hard to decipher. At least you knew what men liked, no matter the language. Your eyes pleaded for relief.

When they beckoned you over you fought the urge to run. One of them patted the log he was using as a seat. As much as you'd rather sit in the gruff orc's lap you figured you had to start somewhere. All the orcs were clearly watching you as you took your seat. Their conversation continued, almost as a formality. None of it was easy to understand honestly. However you felt it only polite to let it continue. After all this might be the first friendly encounter between orcs and man.

It was only a matter of when the sex happened. When your new friend pulled you in by the waist you saw your invitation. Your delicate hand reached down for your prize. Underneath the orc's loincloth you could feel it swell. The green skin paused mid sentence as you fondled him through the rough hide cloth. You could feel the other orc's eyeing you as you started massaging the thick manhood.

You couldn't help but lick your lips. They were all enraptured with your forwardness. All it took was the orc's rough hands on your bare skin to drive you on. It had been a couple of days too. Hunger struck you harder after all that walking. Hopefully your new friends would be willing to help with that.

The orc you were stroking was a tall chiseled older warrior. His body was rough, every bit of it made from brutal labor and fighting. Black fair hair decorated his face in a suprisingly neat beard. Your other hand explored his broad chest, relishing in the feel of his skin. The love god got you to really appreciate what a work of art this man was.

Your hand finally roamed under his loincloth and you liked what you felt. Eleven inches, throbbing in arousal, felt heavy in your gentle hand. You could tace your fingers over the veins and felt he was cut. Must be an orc thing. Maybe you could find that out from the other men soon enough.

His hand rubbed along your bare side in reciprocation. Those fingers felt so warm and comfortable. You would no doubt be putty in his hands if your mission wasn't important. Well, there would be time for later. Your body tingled in anticipation.

Slowly you rubbed at the large gift before you. Your lips were quick to start kissing along his green chest. You were pleasantly surprised by more hands on your skin. His friends wanted in. There was a warm throb deep inside your core. Tonight would be a perfect evening.

When one hand went for your groin you noticed they stopped. A muttering in their orc tongue. You were worried for a second. Then they began exploring again. Maybe you had the love god to thank for that. They must be utterly entranced by your body by now.

You started kissing downwards, focusing on the orc's abs. He wasn't amazingly toned but you could still feel the muscle. It was so exhilarating having men around you. The orc tasted so sweet to your lips. In a couple of seconds he would taste even better.

Your hands were deft in pulling his loincloth aside. His dick looked amazing. A virile green turgid weapon. You couldn't keep your lips off it even if you wanted to. As you made contact with the tip your mouth was flooded with the taste.

The other hands on you were getting restless. Your robe was undone and on the ground quickly enough. You got so lost in the hustle you let yourself be treated like a fuck toy. His dick tasted so sweet on your lips and tongue. Orcs surrounded you and promised to quickly sate their lusts with you.

They picked you up and moved you to be on all fours before the orc you sucked on. Instinctively you raised your ass up in the air. Any apprehension from the horde was long gone, even with your erect cock in full view now. In fact, you practically jumped up when a tongue went for your hole. Not that it was unwelcome but it sent a shock through your system. Orcish mutterings continued, you guessed as lust driven curses and promises. Soon your head was swimming as you were swarmed with sensations.