Four Horde Mistresses: The Orc
Four Horde Mistresses
The Orc
By Triller
Her body was toned and fit with muscle. Green skin covered her powerful body that shimmered with sweat in the dim light of her hut. As an orc, she was in peak physical condition, the only signs of fat on her ripped torso showed on her round hips and ass as well as the sizable mounds of her breasts topped with dark, erect nipples. Her tusks protruded from her lower lips with a constant sneer, arms over her chest as she surveyed her latest prey. Her dark green hair was shaven into a clean, tall mohawk, dipping almost in front of her face and showing off the proud horde symbol tattooed on the side of her head. She spat dismissively to the side into the dirt and walked forward to the bound and gagged wolf kneeling a few feet away from her.
The chocolate-furred wolf couldn't take his eyes off the powerful sway of her hips despite his overwhelming nervousness as he had his arms bound behind his back to his ankles. A knotted rope was stuffed in his muzzle and muffled his gulp as the orc stood up straight before him. She was just the right height such that the wolf's muzzle came right up to her hips, an advantage the orc mused over with a cruel smile as she shifted her weight to one hip. The wolf stared brazenly at the neatly-trimmed public hair that pointed down toward her muscular legs, trying to breath around the knot stuffed into his muzzle to keep himself from inhaling her heavy scent.
He could tell she had just finished some sort of strenuous activity, her body glistening with sweat as beads of cooling, salty liquid sunk down the divots of her powerful curves. The wolf felt his sheath twinge and his heartbeat quicken. The orc smirked, feeling a similar itch of need grow between her thighs as she looked over the wolf in turn. With his arms pulled behind his back, his chest puffed out impressively, his fur covering muscles she respected and quietly admired. Her eyes fell to his sheath, plump and exposed like her own sex and positioned above a pair of balls that looked in need of being drained.
The orc reached up and tugged the rope from around her prey's head, freeing his muzzle as it dangled around his neck now and allowed him to stretch his jaw a bit. She saw the soft pink of his tongue lull among the rows of wolven teeth and flashed her own pearly whites with a devious hum. The wolf let out a soft yelp as she took hold of his head fur and tilted his head back. Her strong legs strode around his trembling body as she leaned him back and positioned his open muzzle directly against her crotch. His gasp of surprise was a mistake as he took in the heavy scent of female orc sweat that had nestled its way between her thick thighs. He was incensed. The orc wiggled her hips and smirked down at the half-lidded wolf, making herself comfortable against the canine's muzzle before pressing her sharp nails down the back of his neck.
"Lick."
The powerful command rolled off of the orc's tongue like saliva, dripping with dominance and piercing the wolf right through his tense chest. And he obeyed without hesitation. His tongue searched her warm, smooth folds, stroking downward at first then coming back up to take the beginning of her heavy, musky juices into his muzzle. The sound it produced was a loud, drawn-out slurp that made the orc's legs tense and her hands come to rest on his head. The wolf could taste her dominance in every swirl of his tongue inside of her, the beads of sweat from her green skin clashing with the sweet, musky taste of her pussy juice. He concentrated on her outer lips, already starting to pout out from the caress of his drooling tongue as he closed his eyes and went to work.
The orc leaned her head back with a steady moan, riding the wolf's tongue and face like a steed as she rewarded his every lick with more of what he craved. A hand rose to her tit, pinching an erect nipple roughly in her fingers as she watched the wolf submit to her pleasure. She teased herself as she used the wolf's tongue, rocking her hips to position him in all the right places that made her shiver and hiss. The wolf could do nothing to pull away from the warm cunt meshed against his lips, following the slow tilt and rock of her hips as he experimentally probed his tongue deeper into her wet, green depths. She tensed and rewarded his exploring appendage with a warm splash of her pussy juice, renewing the taste of dominant orc cunt on the wolf's mouth and dribbling down his chin into his warm fur.
As he filled the orc's pussy with as much of his drooling, wet tongue as he could, the wolf squirmed in his restraints. He reacted to her dominant treatment of his body with just as much need as she had for his tongue. His sheath had already thickened out and exposed his erect wolfhood, oozing with pre and twitching with tense arousal. His arms stretched the tight ropes around his wrists and dull claws dug into his fur and skin as he desperately tried to free himself and offer some release to his aching rod. Unfortunately, her knots were expertly tied and his body remained stationary to the whim of the orc grinding her hips against his wet, pussy-smeared muzzle. She had noticed his arousal, of course, but showed no sign of reciprocation for the pleasure he lavished upon her body with his ever-thrusting tongue. Her tusks slid along her lips with a cruel grin as she swung her legs around his head and changed her position without his tongue ever leaving the tight, hot confines of her tight sex.
He blushed below her, his view changing from her toned, muscular abs and small, green clit to the round curves of her ample rear end. She let out a huff of delight as the new position gave the wolf powerful access to her more sensitive areas, her pussy gushing with more of her heavy juices against his lips and chin. The warm liquid rolled off his lips before he could suckle it into his hungry muzzle, dripping off from his chin and splashing against the hard, erect tip of his fully-engorged cock. The orc enjoyed her new view as she watched the clear liquid from her pussy drool down the underside of the wolf's length, mixing with his own needy pre and coming to a rest on his aching balls.
The orc roughly bumped her hips back, knocking the wolf onto his back and bringing a surprised, if not muffled, moan into her pussy. She landed roughly on top of him, his knees propping up as his back hit the dirt of the hut floor and opening outward a little as they were still bound to his wrists. The orc looking quite pleased with herself as she glanced back at the dazed canine. She leaned forward and deftly pulled a few knots from the bindings around his ankles to free his legs but keep his arms bound underneath him. His feet slide across the ground and splayed out lazily as the wolf was still reeling from the shove. His muzzle still dripped with the sticky sweet juices left by the orc's drooling pussy. She looked over the fine, hard wolf meat standing up from his hips and traced her tongue across her tusks as the orc discarded the excess rope.
Pleasure swam through the wolf's senses, perhaps enhanced by his woozy daze but definitely registering something tightly gripping the base of his cock. He instinctively tried to sit up, but the orc's powerful body kept him pinned to the ground as she scolded him for the attempt. The tight sensation left his base and he felt fingertips trace up the sides of his erection to his wet, dripping tip, muffling another deep moan of delight into the orc's pussy. The dominant female delighted in the wolf's submissive groans, toying with his meat to the brink of release only to watch the thick length throb and twitch when she moved her hands away. She hummed with enjoyment watching the display repeat itself as the wolf pleadingly whimpered under her round, green rump.
As if to remind him of his own duties, the orc's thighs squeezed threateningly around the wolf's head, almost immediately bringing the warm, thick tongue in his muzzle back to life. He ate her pussy with determination now, teased and toyed into a sexual fervor that the taste of the orc's warm juices only further fueled. He felt her fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft and lightly fondle the head of his rod with her thumbs as the aching sensation spread down to his pent up balls. He begged inwardly for release even as he dragged his tongue within the orc's pussy for more of her lavish taste and insatiable abuse.
As much as she enjoyed teasing the male into submission, the wolf's tongue was proving to be just as teasing as her warm, squeezing hands could be. Each slurp of the canine's thick appendage made it harder and harder for the orc to keep her concentration as she found her thighs rhythmically squeezing around his head in time with his well-placed laps. She lifted up with a soft growl, her knees on the wolf's shoulders keeping him from following her as she took a moment to shiver and prepare for the long, thick finale. The wolf laid back on the dirt of the hut, panting and lulling his tongue from his muzzle for sweet gulps of air as his thick rod pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat. The orc smirked after a deep breath and grinned over her shoulder at the eager, horny wolf, wiggling her hips enticingly to him and giving his length a soft, teasing squeeze.
She lifted herself up over the bound wolf's body, positioning herself at the canine's hips and angling the stiff pole of meat between her sweat-dripped thighs. The wolf could only watch and squirm as that firm, muscular ass wiggling above his cock, two smooth, green hands waving and tilting his erection into position against the warm, wet lips of the pussy he had spent an eternity worshiping. Both orc and wolf gave a sharp sigh of anticipation as his tip slowly spread the green, pouty lips of the orc's dripping sex. However, whereas the wolf yearned for release from the tortuous teasing the orc had bestowed upon him, the orc reveled in his squirming and soft, whimpering begging as she glided his tip back forth between her wet folds.
When her own nether region began to demand advance, she slide her hand to the base of the wolf's cock and gently let her weight carry herself down his stiff, throbbing thickness. A guttural growl of delight passed her grit teeth as she felt her walls spread by the wolf's thick meat, savoring every inch that she allowed inside of her as her powerful muscles squeezed and tugged at his cock. She rested a hand back against the wolf's chest to steady herself and angle her hips toward his own, huffing as the last few inches of wolf cock sank into her depths and practically nudged against her cervix. The orc shivered and clamped around the throbbing length within her, enjoying its warmth and thickness with a slow, deliberate gyration of her hips.
The wolf, meanwhile, was beside himself with arousal. If the sight of his cock disappearing into those warm, green folds wasn't enough to drive him insane, the sheer tightness of her wet walls sent him begging audibly for release now. Her head didn't even twitch to his pleas for relief and the orc seemed to enjoy herself slowly grinding against the wolf's hips with a deep, rumbling moan from her chest. Minutes passed while the wolf clawed at his restraints, unable to tear his eyes away from the round, firm ass pressuring his hips and grinding back and forth before him. His begging grew in intensity and lessened in lucidity as the steady rocking of the orc's hips slowed to a pressing halt. Her body trembled and flexed above the wolf toy as she sighed and squeezed his cock tightly within her silken confines. He could feel a small gush of warmth against his crotch as she clenched her first orgasm from around his length, growling a few words in orcish as her fingernails dug into his chest.
Seconds later, the orc decided to step up the teasing pace, lifting herself up from the wolf's sticky lap a few inches, then plopping herself right back against him. Although the sensation of the orc's walls sliding along his full length was a welcomed change from stationary squeezing, the wolf soon found that the slow, short thrusts only offered a greater sensation of pent-up lust knotting up his stomach. The orc, on the other hand, was eagerly enjoying herself. Her groans and gasps of pleasure filled the air along with the soft sound of slapping flesh against fur as she never rose past halfway up the wolf's rock hard thickness before sinking right back down to his hips. She completely ignored his tortured moans as she rode his thick length at her pace at a speed that only continued to torture the canine writhing in the dirt.
Whenever the wolf showed any signs of rising pleasure, the orc was content with hilting herself back to the base of his slick, glistening cock and squeezing another slow, drawn-out orgasm around his meat. This continued relentlessly with the wolf's pleas eventually melting into soft, inaudible moans as he accepted the slow, torturous ride against his hips. The orc had worked up quite a sweat from using her prey and she, too, felt the need for a nice, big finish to the evening. After a particularly slow and drawn-out squeeze around the wolf's length, producing a heavy and delicious moan from the wolf's lips, the orc slide up from the wolf's cock and roughly slammed her hips down into his.
The move drove a sharp yelp of surprise from the wolf's open muzzle, the sudden shock of pleasure jolting his system awake as the orc repeated the motion almost immediately. Her growls of pleasure grew with renewed lust as she rode the wolf's cock deeply and quickly now, using the wolf's body toward one last heavy climax. The wolf, too, was easily approaching his own apex of pleasure inside the orc's tight, clenching pussy, watching the powerful body slam down against his hips and listening to the warm breaths of delight coming from the orc's lips. She turned back to give him a dominating smirk, conveying without words that he belonged to her before throwing her head back with a deep, throaty moan of pleasure.
The wolf felt the tight squeeze of the orc's pussy intensify around his cock as she sped up suddenly, warm juices splashing against his lap and amplifying the lewd slap of their flesh pounding against each other. He couldn't remember the last time he had cum so hard, arching his back into the dirt and fully shuddering with each hot, intense burst of heat he drove into her pussy. He could barely even strangle out a howl as her powerful walls milked his cock for every sticky glob of his seed. Thick ropes splashed against the orc's innermost depths and slowly drooled back down the wolf's twitching shaft until the final weaker gobs of his essence were fully drained from his well-worked balls.
The wolf collapsed, spots and blotches of darkness toying with his eyes as his heart slammed itself against his chest. The orc, herself, took her time in catching her breath from the dizzying heights of pleasure she had achieved around his steel hard rod. She looked back at him with a dismissing scoff at the dazed and hazy expression swirling in his eyes, slowly lifting herself up from his lap and letting his slick, cum-glazed length smack back against his stomach. She turned casually around onto the wolf's chest, feeling the heavy load he had injected into her starting to shift within her warm depths and leak down her inner thighs.
As a final act of dominance over her wolven prey, the orc tilted his head back and planted her wet, cum-drenched pussy back against his lips. She didn't even have to say a word. The warm, drizzling semen oozed against the wolf's muzzle and was lapped up and gulped down by a tired, but dedicated tongue. She grinned at the sight of the wolf cleaning her pussy of his thick, goopy load and waited until the last salty strands were suckled directly from her nether lips before letting the wolf's head fall back to the ground. He was out cold as soon as his cheek touched the dirt.
The orc stood with a slow stretch, cracking her neck and back with a satisfied huff and grinning down at the sticky, well-fucked mess of a wolf on her hut floor. She casually turned to head to bed, not even bothering to replace the ropes around the canine's ankles as she lazily yawned. If he even managed to wake up before her and be able to move the next day, the orc doubted he would have reason or want to escape.