OrKCupid
The twenty year old orc stood out front in a black leather jacket, the spikes in the shoulders glinting along with the ring on his left nostril. his naturally black hair had been bleached and dyed a blood red and worked into menacing spikes of their own.
WoW: Mother's Grim
Perhaps the old orc will see you as a mark of humility on my part. i could use all the help i can get.\> while kelidanya had no idea where she would be going, wherever it was had to be better that trapped in a cage with bangaloo!
A Fishing Trip to Remember
We could find other ways to help you with your 'werewolf problem', you don't need to be stuck with this pathetic old orc." “gruk, you're not pathetic. you're amazing. you're kind and smart and funny and extremely hot.
Iron Willed
A thirty five year old orc with emerald skin and a braided beard looked over, grinning as will approached. "anything you'd like to see?" the orc asked with voice like thunder. "i want to see everything." will whispered.
Fratenizing the Client
"not bad for an old orc, eh?" caden let out a small laugh. "i stand corrected," he said. the satyr then noticed that the dwarf bartender was giving them an amused look from behind the bar.
10. "Costumed Entertainment"
"each more ridiculous than the last: first a troll, then an old orc woman, and now that boy. all sounding like you, all that acted like you sir. i don't understand it!" "you are not meant to understand it." garrosh said.
A King's Legacy Ch.12
He’s actually been quite the help to this old orc. you have a well mannered cub.” the wolf donned his fanged smile as he answered the smith. “haha! i am only his uncle, but i am happy to hear it, as would his father be.
The Elven Captain's Desires Part 3
An old orc woman greeted them at the gate, her eyes went wide and tearful from what she saw.
Freehold’s new Slave 1
Sitting by a fire, drinking to his desire, the old orc captain listened to the songs of his fellows. orcs, two of them, and the rest humans who shared a common passion for cheap grog and a love for the firepit they huddled around.
Fel Prison
“nothing,” scoffed the old orc, reaching between his legs, since he wasn’t bound, to touch and play with his butthole. to tease it, to caress it, to circle it.
Monster May 2020 Stories: Days 17-31
The old orc had grabbed her hands with his cold rough one, the light fleeing from his eyes. "you're... never... alone." he muttered before his soul joined his ancestors and tears ran down her face.
Into the Green Jungle
An elderly orc with deep purple hair, a leather headdress, bare chest and feathers with beads around his shoulders was carving something into his wooden staff.