Straight sex

"No, I think I'll have you normally."

"As you wish, my liege," Grace replies, grinning at you.

Grace gently climbs over, pulling off her belt slowly. She ropes the belt around your neck, pulling you in close as you press your lips against hers. You grab her top, tearing it off in one swift motion to allow her large breasts to bounce free. You grin, leaning forward and pressing your mouth against her nipple, biting down on it gently. You run your tongue around her dark nipple, gently teasing it for a moment as you reach your hand down her inner-thigh, stroking it. Grace grabs the waistband of her trousers, yanking them down as you look down to reveal her short-haired, curly pubes that hide her cunt like a rabbit hiding in a forest. You lean in, reaching your hand down as you stroke her pubes briefly, before finding her wet snatch in the middle. You gently tease her, pressing your fingers against her lips. You pull back, the tips of your fingers glistening with her pussy juices.

You grab your cock, leading it towards her cunt. With one thrust, you quickly push yourself up to your balls inside her as you both grunt in pleasure. You quickly begin to build up a rhythm as you hurry to fuck her. Your cock squelches as you move in and out of her with some speed. You balls slap against her tough, greenish skin as you thrust, before you switch to grinding, your crotch grinding against her clit as she groans in pleasure. You feel her snatch spasm around your cock as her muscles tighten around your cock, squeezing your cock in a warm vice. You continue thrusting as Grace expertly begins to ride your cock, moving back and forth, up and down, with a slow, teasing rhythm. Finally, she lets you get back to it again, fucking hard and fast as you tear her snatch apart.

With a final grunt, you fire your load into her pussy, firing spurt after spurt of your seed inside her with a pleased grin. Grace moans in orgasm, although you can't tell whether it's real or she's just a skilled whore. You collapse backwards, finished your enjoyable little liaison with the Half-Orc Whore.

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.

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?"

"You don't want to have some fun first?"

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

"He doesn't need to take your mouth," Grace says, before standing. "But fine, whatever. 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?"