Let her use the strap-on

"Sure, let's give that leather monstrosity a try," you say. "Hang on, does that mean I need to take off my armor?"

Lilith's voice floods your mind.

"Just say "Open". Simpler than 'Sheath' and 'Unsheath', isn't it?"

"Open," you say.

Suddenly, there's a chink as your armor slides apart at your ass, leaving a large opening for Grace to have her access.

"Perfect," Grace grins, as she straps on the long, hard cock. She holds it out to you, motioning down at it.

"If I were you, I'd get it lubed up."

You nod, leaning forward. You pop the head of the dick in your mouth, sucking on it gently. You begin to run your tongue down the side of the dick, tasting the mixture of ass, leather, sweat and pussy juice, tasting the mixture of dozens of people fucked by the dick. You begin to bob your head up and down the dick, sucking the leather as you run your tongue along it. You pull the strap-on out of your mouth for a second, kissing the rough, warm skin of Grace's taint gently and running your tongue along it as she shivers. You move back to her cock, quickly running your tongue along the length before swirling it around the head and popping it back in your mouth.

"That's right, you little whore, suck my dick," Grace says, beginning to speed up as she rams the cock down your throat.

Grace grabs your head, forcing it to take the entire cock. You pause, desperately beginning to **** as you go blue. She holds you there for a few moments, before releasing you as you collapse back, spit and drool running down your mouth. You look forward at the spit-covered cock in front of you.

"Head down, ass up," Grace says, grabbing your head and pressing it against the ground.

You do as commanded, grabbing your ass and spreading it slightly. She enters you in a sudden, jerky motion as your ass goes from empty to full in mere seconds. You grunt in a mixture of pleasure, pain and shock. She slides out slightly, before slamming her ass down against you so her warm skin is pressed against yours. You moan as she pushes it in to the hilt of the strap-on, causing you to whimper in pain. Grace pulls out slightly, before driving herself into you with as much speed and **** as she can.

"Play with your clit for me, sweetheart," Grace says.

You reach around, grabbing your cock as you quickly begin to jerk yourself off as Grace fucks your tight ass. She finds a steady pace, thrusting regularly as you both grunt in near-unison. You speed up your masturbation, which Grace sees and quickly begins to fuck you even faster, tearing your ass apart. Finally, your cock spasms, spurting cum out on the floor. Grace pulls back, leaning forward and dipping her cock in the puddle of cum you've spurted on the floor. She wipes her cock along the puddle of cum, covering it in your seed. Then, she holds it up, inches from your mouth.

"Clean it for me, skank," she says.

You nod, as you begin to lick the cock clean. Your tongue runs along the leather, cum running into your mouth as you taste a mixture of your warm, dirty ass and your warmer, salty cum. You lick every inch of the dildo clean, before eventually you both collapse in the sheets, finished and exhausted.

"Well," Grace says. "I think you were born the wrong gender."

As you lie in bed, thinking slowly, the door opens, as a voice floats through. You grab your mace, ready to fight.

"We have things to discuss," the deep but effeminate voice says.

"Close," you say immediately as your asshole is protected by your armor shifting into place.

You pause, watching the figure that walks in. It's an Orc, with her hair braided and hanging back. Her eyes are painted with black markings. She's large for an Orc woman, taller than you, and she wears leather and steel armor. You pop a look down to her are stomach, which is muscular and defined. She has a fair pair of medium-sized tits that are squashed behind her breastplate. You don't know if it's her beauty or just Lilith's magic, but you wouldn't mind fucking her here and now, even after your bout with Grace.

"Grace, could you give me a minute with our guest?"

"I could give you a whole ten inches," Grace says, flicking the end of her strap-on.

"Thanks, but I need to talk to Abaddon."

"I wasn't going to fill your mouth, you could still talk during it," Grace says, before standing. "I'll leave you two in silence."

Grace quickly get dressed as you stare at the new Orc, before she leaves you alone entirely.

"Can I help you?" you finally ask, breaking the long silence.

"No, but I can help you. You've managed to buy time by appealing to his sense of honor, and you'll be an honored guest. However, you'll never make a deal with him. I can help you, though."

"No one comes to someone else to offer help. They come to offer an exchange. What is it you want?"

"I want your help in replacing Chieftain Karstuk with someone better suited to power. I understand that under you, this whole tribe prospers. Under him, it dies."

"Who are you, exactly?"

"Shaga Lashug Loghsh. I'm the first wife to Chieftain Karstuk."

"Well, now I'm curious," you remark. "Keep talking."

"Karstuk's a fool and needs to be disposed of. The next in line to the throne, Kilzul Maka Bloodaxe, my brother, would be a far better chieftain."

"How is your brother the next in line? Does Karstuk not have sons?"

"Orc hierachy isn't bound to foolish human rules. Under human law, a ten year old boy can become leader of a nation. Under Orc law, we get strong leaders. Bloodaxe isn't a leader. He can fight and kill, sure, and he can lead an army like no other, but he's not one for politics. He'll leave that to me, his trusted sister, and I'll bring him under your control."

"It sounds like you want your husband replaced with someone you can control. How do I know I can control you?"

"I want what's best for my people. That's you."

"Words don't cut it. You don't seem the type to honor deals."

"We make a contract. When Karstuk's dead, you will take me as one of your wives to ensure our alliance."

"Yes, what a perfect idea. It's not like you'd ever betray me after that. What animal would **** their husband?" you say sarcastically.

"Look, do we have a deal or not? There's no other possible way you're bringing Karstuk over."

"You said you have a method to kill him?"

"I have an Orc under my command, a loyal boy. I can ensure that on a hunting trip tomorrow, an accident will occur. You use your power to negotiate he's released and not executed for ****. Perfect?"