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~Orcish Ordeal~

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! This Story contains: Male (Orc) On Male (Human) Non-Consensual Handjob, Cum Inflation, Musk Play, Oral Vore (Soft), Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

Clutching the wooden bars of a cage that is just big enough to contain me, I wobble in place as my burly captor carries me around as if I weighed nothing. His stride is proud and full of purpose, almost as if I were a prize he were planning on delivering to his lover.

I am a prisoner. I have been a captive for the past seven days now. My village was raided by the orcs of Kran-Kur’Rak, and while they pillaged anything from weapons to food, the brutes also decided to take ten of my people in the process of their raid. I’m not certain what fate befell everyone else, but two of them have been chained and forced into manual labour. I can see them, even now, working around the camp, however, I know that this is not the worst fate that can befall a human. Orcs are amongst the cruellest races living in this world.

Deep in the heart of the forests of Hemaura, the Orcs have been living in this part of the world since they first invaded from the west. This base in particular is set between the northern mountains and the Svelyne lake to the east. It’s the largest Orc stronghold in the Hemaura region by far, and despite never having come into contact with Orc’s prior to this, I’ve heard tale that a mighty chieftain lives here and issues orders out to all the other chieftains across Angalour.

Swaying side to side in my wooden cage, my eyes trace across the Orcish buildings in despondence. They are structured more akin to hovels or study tents than anything I’d consider proper for living. In place of walls, they use thick leathers and stolen fabrics that are woven around mammoth rib bones or iron forged metals that jut from the ground like tusks. These crude structures leave the entire camp with a chaotic feeling that is just as rough as it’s people.

Orcs are… Terrifying. I’ve been scared of them since pa first told me bedtime stories of them raiding villages and hunting down humans, worse so when I learnt their main settlement was but three villages away from our own.

Orcs are large, hairy, and seem to be born with more muscle than a well-fed bull. Their average height is around seven feet, they weight perhaps three to four times what average humans do, and they have skin colours ranging from vivid reds to brilliant greens; And from how they joke, it would seem that the deeper the shade of their skin, the more “Orcish” they consider one another.

And despite their varying tones in skin colour, Orcs have but one shade of hair. It’s as dark as midnight and runs across their exposed bodies like trees in a forest, even amongst their women! Orcs also have two thick tusks jutting out either side of their lower lips. Yet another tell that depicts how “Orcly” one is. The larger the tusk, the more genuine, or perhaps, powerful the Orc.

Much like their homes, Orc’s barely cover their bodies. Scant pieces of fabrics, furs, or leathers are used to conceal parts of their muscular structures, normally only their genitals, while the rest of their attire consists of more armour-like pieces. They seem to have an affinity for adorning themselves in crudely crafted metals; Something which might explain how their race gives birth to such strong offspring. Seeing a pregnant Orc woman with abs and wearing her weight in armour is truly a scary sight…

The Orc carrying me is known as “Mal’Vark”, and even among his muscular piers, he is known as a brute. He’s the one who lead the raid on my village and is the Orc who has slowly been taking prisoners away from where we were held. I was the last one remaining, and now that he carries me to an uncertain fate, I’m not even sure what I should be feeling.

Over the course of a week, the Orcs have kept us out in the open next to their cattle pens, exposed to the elements and the daily lives of their kin, treating us worse than caged animals. We were fed revolting slops, leftovers that were at times more rotten that the stench of animal faeces beside us, given water so dirty it seemed as if they pissed in it, and stripped bare of anything to brace against the rain, wind, cold, or torment of the tribe.

Before we set out on this journey through the camp, Mal’Vark had taken me to what looked to be a miniature pond, one they had built themselves, and without freeing me from my prison, proceeded to dunk me in the large body of water as if he were steeping tea! Making the terrifying experience worse was when the Orc used a long scrubbing brush to very roughly clean the dirt from my body. I can’t say he did a very good job without soap, and quite literally gave me a rash from the rough treatment, and while I hate to admit it, I do feel somewhat better having gotten that week-old grime off my skin. Though… Not knowing where we are going outweighs whatever comfort that should bring.

My attention is brought forward as sight of the largest tent I’ve yet to see come into view. It is set atop the incline we are climbing and seems to overlook the entire tribe. It’s beset with mammoth ribs, wyvern bones, skewered metals, and wrapped with dark leathers. It’s not hard for me to gather that this is their chieftain’s hut from its size alone, and the implications of me being carried towards it can only bode an ill begotten fate.

Kallen: “H-hey! Wh-where are you taking me??” The Orc carrying me doesn’t even acknowledge my protest. I would turn around and punch his stomach if I hadn’t already learnt my lesson from the first time I tried to escape.

Looking from the red Orc to the large crude hut, I gauge it to be at least eighty feet wide and about half its length in height. It is mostly circular and has rib bones and bent metals jutting towards the sky as if it were the mouth of a giant monster emerging from the earth. There are two massive mammoth skulls adorning either side of the entrance flap, and before we walk through it, I take one last look at the clear blue skies of the outside world and pray this is not the last time that the sun graces my skin.

Mal’Vark: “Chieftain! I have prepared the prisoner as you asked!” Another thing about the Orc’s is that they mostly shout everything. Their every move is brutish, violent, and most often, uncalled for.

???: “Good. Spill his body upon my floor.” Before I can take note of who such a deep, guttural, and imposing voice belongs to, the top of my cage is popped open and I am quite literally spilled onto a collection of different carpets that look to have been stolen from every region across Angalour.

???: “Leave us, Mal’Vark.” The booming voice speaks once more, and despite every bone in my body telling me that my attention should be brought to the source of the sound that quite literally rumbles through me, I watch as the red Orc leaves the tent with my empty cage in tow.

???: “You’re a lot meatier than Mal’Vark had me believe.” With much apprehension, I turn in stilted terror to face the voice, and immediately wish I had remained ignorant. Screaming, I find myself scrambling backwards and failing to get to my feet as I bear witness to the monstrosity before me.

Sitting upon a throne made entirely from crudely assembled bones and animal pelts is the largest Orc I have ever seen in my life. Even while seated, I can tell that he is at least fifteen feet tall! He bears a most threatening visage and is so enormous that if it weren’t for the decorated tusks jutting from his fat lips and the vibrant shade of his dark green skin, I would mistake him for an ogre.

The chieftain is built much like his kin, muscular and strong enough to destroy an entire house with just a single tackle, but in place of the sculpted abs I’ve come to expect from them, this one has a serious belly. The damn thing is as big as the cage they had me locked in! And while the size alone should make me think it flabby, I can tell just from one glance that beneath his corpulent form, the chieftain’s stomach hides powerful muscles.

The oversized Orc before me is perhaps the most imposing living being that I have ever seen, his arms alone look like literal tree trunks. They are literally larger than my entire body! Attached to these gargantuan arms is a chest even more impressive. The Orc’s combined pectorals are more akin to the size of a muscular bull than what any chest should hold. And I can’t even begin to describe his gargantuas legs, there is nothing living that I could rightfully compare them to, but judging by the veins bulging from his arms, legs, and monumental chest, there is no doubt that he holds unfathomable power.

The chieftain is wearing nothing save for a brown leather loin cloth, shamelessly exposing the rest of his enormity. Most of his body is covered in varying layers of body hair which are thickest across the tops of his arms, all along legs, spread over his chest, trailing along his oversized belly, and a thick coat covering his head that looks more akin to a lion’s mane than hair.

While the word “Intimidating” doesn’t even come close to comparing to how frightful his body is, it’s the chieftain’s face that truly draws fear in me. It captures me like a wolf would its prey as his eyes that are framed by thick bushy eyebrows are redder than blood and his tusks so long that I doubt even my forearms could compare.

His features match perfectly with his frightening visage. Burly and rough as if all that Orc’s are had been embodied into one being. His features are strong like the hardest of irons, indominable like the pride of his kin, and rugged to the point he almost looks handsome. There are two silver rings attached to his one tusk, while decorating the other are Orcish carvings. Similar rings adorn his pointed ears, and between the forest of thick chest hair, I catch sight of a steel rod pierced through one of his dark nipples.

The chieftain has a thick beard covering half of his face and most of neck, long black hair that is messily tied back behind his head, and an aura that practically screams violence. His body is scared from a life of war, littered with many mementos from countless battles with both human and beast, but the one that truly catches my attention runs along his left eye. It appears be made from a weapon of sorts. I wonder if he received it from fighting one of our knights? Or if I am to believe the rumours I heard back in Stormguard, received it when he overthrew the previous chief most people claim to be his father.

I am snapped back to reality as his bombastic voice resounds like a bellowing horn, rumbling like the most wicked of growls. It’s as loud as thunder in a ground shaking storm, but so clear that not a single word is undiscernible.

Chieftain: “What’s your name, human?” I am unable to form a response. Not only have I been shown so little curtesy that this question alone screams of danger, but his voice is like a physical force. It pins me to the ground, and when he stands up through an annoyed grunt, he all but solidifies my fear.

Chieftain: “You can either make this easy on yourself, or I can have some fun with you, human. Speak your name.” I gulp beneath the enshadowing mountain of muscle, utterly petrified beneath his gaze. His authoritarian voice is more than enough for my body to betray me and force the words from my lips.

Kallen: “I-it’s Kallen, s-sire…” The ginormous Orc snarls, either displeased with being called sire or disliking my name, I cannot tell, but his eyes trail across my naked flesh as if it held answers that only he was privy to.

Chieftain: “Gaur-Zan.” I blink, stupefied, and even tilt my head back to look towards the entrance, thinking that perhaps he is talking to another Orc, but as I meet his gleaming red gaze once more, I soon realise that it must be his name and that the chieftain expects me to address him with it.

Gaur-Zan: “You are now mine, Kallen. You obey me or I will break your bones and feed you to the vorstuud.” Despite his guttural tone and the Orcish inflections in his words, the chieftain is pretty well spoken. This however does little to ease the terror his bombastic voice inspires. I nod without thinking.

Gaur-Zan: “Good.” Slumping onto his throne, Gaur-Zan reaches for something beside the chair, and while I should be worried of what he is retrieving, I’m overly distracted by his loincloth that is failing to do its job properly as it reveals to me perfectly how this Orc is larger than normal all over.

Gaur-Zan: “Drink.” My gaze snaps back to the chieftain and I find him offering me a phial that appears absolutely tiny within his enormous palm. I don’t move, still too stunned by his enormity to even consider obeying, but all it takes is for him to loose an animalistic snarl and my body reacts as if being lured forward by an invisible force. I get to my feet and approach him obediently.

Looking at the glass bottle in his palm, I find it to be filled with a vivid purple liquid that gleams and shines as if it were a star caught from the sky. It glitters and swirls with viscous contents that look akin to the slobber of a wolf.

I cautiously take it into my hands, finding it to be around the size of the pints I normally drink at the tavern. I look up at Gaur-Zan as he grunts and I gulp through my hesitance, knowing full well that disobedience can only lead to pain. Uncorking the phial, I’m immediately hit with a sweet and very spicey scent that makes me imagine an overly perfumed whore walking through a field of cumin and aniseed as her last client’s fluids drip between her thighs.

Gaur-Zan: “It won’t harm you. With this, you will live longer.” I’m not certain that’s as reassuring as he makes it sound, for shouldn’t his words imply my impending doom? Either way, the surety that I am safe for the moment, and fear of what might happen should I disobey, is all I need to throw caution to the wind and down the contents as if it were ale.

I gasp, coughing as I ingest the entire pint of gooey liquids faster than even the Orc had expected, but as soon as the glass parts from my trembling lips, the taste that had me gagging a moment ago fills my every breath and clings to my throat as if I just drank down rotten honey. It has me cough and my stomach lurch, but I’m thankfully able to keep it down, and once my eyes open, I find the Orc leaning back in his throne with a wicked smile spread across his lips.

Gaur-Zan: “Good boy. Now, why don’t you come and sit on my lap?” I’m not sure I like the implications of his invitation as they make me think of a horny man with a fetish for spanking, and I’m not sure if it’s the potion he gave me that’s already affecting my judgement or if my instincts to survive are leading me forward, but I saunter up to his throne like a shy maiden would, and once I’m stood awkwardly between his wide spread legs, I look to the enormity of his barrel like thigh on my right.

Being this close to the chieftain, I’m immediately able to feel the warmth radiating off of him. It literally feels as if I am stood beside a lit heart. From my time being imprisoned here, I’ve learnt that Orc’s put off much more heat than humans do. I’m not certain if it’s because of all the extra muscles they have, or how active they are, but I’m starting to think that it could have something to do with their size, because standing between Gaur-Zan’s hairy legs, he feels warmer than any of the other Orc’s I’ve come in contact with.

Kallen: “!!!” Before I’m able to figure out how best to climb his insurmountable lap, the chieftain takes it upon himself, for with one hand, he grabs me around my torso and sits me on his thigh as if I were a small child! And considering the size difference between us, I suppose that isn’t such a bad comparison.

Gaur-Zan: “Tell me, Kallen. Do humans mate with whoever they want? I’ve heard many stories about your people breeding with wild beasts.” My face instantly fills with blush, not just because of the compromising position I find myself in with my legs dangling over his thigh and my palms pressed into his hairy leg that I use to try and balance myself, but the question catches me so off guard that I almost fall from his lap.

Kallen: “N-no, s-sire. I-it’s… I-I mean–” I start stammering, unable to form coherent words as his unnerving gaze bares into me just as heatedly as the warmth toasting my ass cheeks does.

Gaur-Zan: “If my name is too difficult for your human tongue to wrap around, call me chieftain, but name me “Sire” one more time and I’ll impale you with a spear and roast you alive over my firepit.” My eyes can’t help but glance in the direction of said burning firepit on the other side of the tent and envision the image of my burnt body roasted as if I were a wild animal.

Gaur-Zan: “Now tell me about your people’s love of fucking animals, I am quite interested. Have you done anything like this?” While the threat of being skewed like a wild boar and the topic of being railed by animals inspires conflicting feelings within me, it’s Gaur-Zan’s smell that’s really taking my attention. Being this close to the chieftain, the scent I found lingering in his tent is much more prominent. He smells like a wild animal. Gaur-Zan reeks of the woods, of the deepest reaches of the forests and of earth stained with copious amounts of blood. It’s a very distinct smell to the Orc’s, and if scent were enough to tell the virality of the males at Kran-Kur’Rak, then I would be able to distinguish Gaur-Zan as the chief even if I were blind.

I’m stolen from my stupor his scent seeks to inspire in me when the Orc grunts to regain my attentions, and as I whip my gaze upwards and meet his blood red eyes, I don’t find the scorn I had expected. On the contrary, the look in Gaur-Zan’s eyes almost seems lascivious.

Kellan: “I-I… Uhm. Y-yes. I mean! H-humans are known to have sex with certain animals, b-but, not all of us…” He chortles in the most terrifying of ways possible, and being this close to him, I can physically feel his voice rumble in his chest and vibrate through me.

Gaur-Zan: “Heh, I’m not surprised. I’ve seen your little dicks, I’m not surprised humans would look for better males elsewhere.” He smirks and I can’t help but try and cross my legs to hide my genitals from his taunting gaze.

Gaur-Zan: “And you? You look like a slutty little human. I bet you’d let the Krankur fuck you.” I would have blanched if that weren’t such an insulting thought. Krankur are cattle notoriously herded by the Orc’s, and just like them, are as ugly as they are big. They are a mix somewhere between a cow and an elephant, and have features similar to that of a boar. The idea of something that ugly and that large mounting me is both nauseating is it is insulting.

Kallen: “N-no…” My voice comes out in a whisper, and I’m not sure if it’s the volume of my tone or if he can tell I’m lying, but the chieftain isn’t impressed.

Gaur-Zan: “I told you not to lie to me. Speak the truth and I won’t punish you.” It’s weird how shame can still haunt you even in the face of death. Divulging such things shouldn’t hamper who I see myself as, especial by revealing them to someone like Gaur-Zan, but I still feel my cheeks redded as I speak the truth.

Kellan: “I-I have… Yes…” That same bombastic laughter from before resounds from his parted lips like thunder, and being this close to the source, it quite literally has my ears ringing in pain. I clutch my head and try not to fall off Gaur-Zan’s leg as he guffaws in amusement.

Gaur-Zan: “Heh, I knew you were a little cockslut the moment you landed upon my floor.” An enormous hand presses against my back in what I assume is meant to be an affectionate touch, but coming from Gaur-Zan, it feels more sinister than anything else, and as I raise my flushed face to meet his perverted gaze, his touch perfectly translates into the expression his eyes hold.

Gaur-Zan: “You’re going to enjoy this.” The hand encompassing the entirety of my back leaves me, and I watch in confusion as the Orc raises the same arm and pulls it behind his neck, revealing the curvature of his bicep, axillary, and serratus muscles, along with a thick bush of sweaty armpit hair.

Gaur-Zan: “Smell it.” My eyes widen and I can’t stop the look of shock from washing over my face at such a blatant and unexpected command.

Kallen: “E-excuse me?” I don’t mean to sound so disobedient, but seeing the snarling of his lips and the fury dawning in his eyes is almost enough to have me leap from his lap and into his armpit.

Gaur-Zan: “I said smell it.” Shivering with fear and uncertainty as to why he’d want this, I lean into Gaur-Zan’s body and raise my head towards his hairy pit before taking a few whiffs and immediately smell that same potent odour that pours from his body to be even stronger beneath his arm.

Gaur-Zan: “More.” I do as he instructs and take another few sniffs of the virile stench of an active male, but a grunt from the chieftain informs me that he expects more, yet before I can try to take an even deeper whiff and appease him, a large hand presses into my back and practically slides me up his sweaty body until my face is shoved right into his hairy underarm!

Kallen: “!!!” I gasp out of surprise, and it’s the wrong thing to do, for as soon as I inhale all the air I lost, I’m hit with such a potent dose of his scent that I literally become dizzy! Gaur-Zan’s armpit is slightly damp and I get his sweat into my mouth right away. The taste of his hair on my tongue is a sour one, bitter like the musk of unwashed cloths, and seeping with the stench of a day filled with dominating the weak and hunting the wild.

I struggle, fighting to pull my face out of the cluster of fur that’s even thicker than the hair on my head, but without even using that much force, Gaur-Zan has me pressed firmly into his armpit and forces me to inhale his heady scent.

My eyes burn and water as each breath saturates ever sense I have. Gaur-Zan smells like the wild. Like an animal that spent hours toiling in the sun, or a wolf prowling through a moonlit forest. Between the musky scent of a virile male born for breeding strong offspring, I can taste the stench of skin bathed with blood, of trees ripped from the deep earth, and of fires burning entire villages. His smell quickly takes me faster than I can fight it as the wet hair wraps around my face, and before I realise it, I become intoxicated with his powerful odour.

I feel like I lose myself in my own mind with each inebriating breath I take. The glands in my mouth salivate and a familiar tingle awakens in my groin as I willingly start to nuzzle his sweaty pit, becoming lost in the chieftain’s scent that makes me feel both fragile, and amorously exhilarated.

I’m not sure how long I remain trapped in the potent and woody scent that only a male as strong as Gaur-Zan can produce, but the large Orc suddenly pulls me back into the light without warning. My eyes flutter open and I’m instantly disappointed that I was stolen from such a manly smell without my consent, and as I try to focus on my surroundings, I find them heavily distorted, but the longer I look upon the blurry figure above me, the grinning face of the chieftain slowly comes into view, and as soon as it does, I feel shame wash over me for not just being disappointed with inhaling clean air, but from the arousal having awoken between my legs.

Gaur-Zan: “You like that, don’t you, human~?” With a snide chuckle and a taunting look, the chieftain releases me and I have to quickly catch myself before I fall. With more clarity flowing through me, I find that I’m standing on his left thigh with one of my hands pressed into his meaty chest while the other rests along the defined muscles of his ribs.

Gaur-Zan: “Go ahead, give it another sniff.” He says this with a nod of his head and a cocksure smile, and looking from Gaur-Zan’s toothy grin and towards his hairy underarm, I can barely believe my movements when my body betrays all rationality as I willingly bury my face within his sweaty pit.

Gaur-Zan chuckles, and while I feel his voice traveling through my arms as I grip his chest hair and curl my toes into his burly thighs, I am too distracted by the overpowering scent filling my lungs to even feel shame for such a disgraceful act. I inhale deeply the wet and musky smell of the virile Orc and feel myself becoming more aroused with each intoxicating breath.

I’m not certain if it’s the potion Gaur-Zan forced me to drink, His heady scent making me feel drunk, or perhaps some part of me that has already accepted my fate that now allows me to indulge in one last pleasure before my demise, but I become desperately hard and uncontrollably horny, and with my entire body pressed into the chieftain’s huge and muscular form, there is no way he hasn’t noticed my cock poking his enormous stomach.

As if answering this thought, the Orc’s big gut rumbles so heavily that I first mistake it for thunder. The vibrations it sends through my dick amplify the wanton lust taking control of my every movement and have me moaning in shameful delight as I indulge in the consuming odour.

I become utterly lost in Gaur-Zan’s scent, the smell of strong oak and deep, dark earth mingling with the tase of animalistic arousal. His smell reminds me of Galliant, my horse back home I can only hope is being taken care of after my abduction. I can’t count how many times I’d visit him in his stable and allowed the steed to mount me. I’m not sure if it’s this memory of Galliant’s scent or the complex smell of the chieftain’s manly sweat that’s getting to me, but I find myself humping Gaur-Zan belly, something that draws a chuckle from the chieftain before he forcefully pulls me away.

Gaur-Zan: “That’s enough, human. I have something even better for you to smell.” My face is wet with his sweat and I can feel that I even have some armpit hair in my mouth, but not even the realisation that I was tonguing Gaur-Zan’s sweaty pit is enough to draw me from the intoxicating scent swirling in my brain. I feel drunk, woozy as if I’ve just spent hours at the tavern and am now being lured into a dark alley by a needy stranger, and despite the worry I should hold for his suggestion, I find myself willingly nodding.

Gaur-Zan repositions me with one hand as if I weighed nothing, and while I initially feel disheartened for being placed back on the floor, as I look up at the hulking Orc and see him striping off his loincloth and exposing himself fully to me, that disappointment is quickly replaced with astoundment.

Laying between Gaur-Zan’s hefty legs is a cock perfectly befitting the enormous chieftain. His flaccid dick is slightly shorter than the entirety of my leg and around seven inches thick! And the scary thing is, he isn’t even hard yet! I gasp, utterly astounded by the gargantuan size of his monstrous penis. And if the oversized organ wasn’t already intimidating enough, then seeing that his testicles are each larger than my entire head all but solidifies my arousal.

Gaur-Zan’s pubic region is covered in a thick layer of hair just as bushy as his armpit. His boulder sized testicles are layered in bristly strands of hair that are stained with such a powerful musky that the taste of his sweat on my tongue is immediately drowned out by the true source of his virility. Gaur-Zan’s genitals are a darker shade of green than that of his body and covered in such thick skin that I can practically tell he’s spent a lifetime fucking others violently.

Gaur-Zan: “Get to work.” I’m not sure what that implies, but some part of me doesn’t care as long as it means that I’m able to indulge in my deepest of desires. I’ve never wanted anything more in this moment than to touch his enormous dick, and if he’s welcoming me, then I will not disappoint.

Stepping forward as my mind swims in the lust driven haze the chieftain’s scent inspires in me, my hands find his hefty scrotum without a second thought. The humongous orbs are heavy, warm, and swimming with life, brimming with so much virality that I can physically taste his fertility with each breath I take.

With Gaur-Zan leaning back in his throne, he spreads his legs apart and entices me closer. He spares a moment to lay his enormous cock across his hips before practically inviting me to worship his weighty nutsack, and with how swollen my thoughts are with feverous lust, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing forward even if my life depended on it.

Burying my face in Gaur-Zan’s gigantic ballsack, the first thing that hits me is their warmth. They are hot to the point that my face tingles, pulsing with so much heat that I can feel myself starting to sweat from just the short moment I embrace them, and when I inhale, I all but lose myself to the smell of his musk.

My mind goes blank with uncontrolled desire as with both my hands on either side of his scrotum and my face buried between the fleshy orbs, I moan whorishly into Gaur-Zan’s balls and start frantically rubbing and pressing into them as deeply as I can. The mailable skin stretches and accommodates my touch as if it were always meant to be worshiped, all but sucking me in and allowing me to become part of his enormity. As I massage Gaur-Zan’s heavy nuts, I hear the juices within swirling around as if they were fruit ripe for the plucking; Fluids I want nothing more than to fill my mouth with.

I kiss, lap, and fondle Gaur-Zan’s enormous balls for longer than my lust addled mind can comprehend, and I would have remained buried within them forever were it not for the moaning coming from the Orc above me. Looking up with a blurry gaze and the taste of the chieftain’s balls on my tongue, my eyes widen at the sheer enormity pulsating above my head.

Gaur-Zan is fully erect now, and just like before, I am completely astonished by his enormity. The chieftain’s cock is as thick as my thigh and at least three feet long. His thick foreskin is dripping with copious amounts of clear and vicious precum as it towers over me in such a way that I doubt anyone would be able to resist the call to pleasure such a perfectly shaped phallus.

Perhaps sensing my lust, or mayhaps noticing the absence of my touch, Gaur-Zan shifts to sit in his seat properly, parts his legs wider, and using one hand, presses his dick down so fast that I am almost bludgeoned by it! The dripping tool I nimbly dodged now lays straight out in front of me like an enormous slab of meat, my lips dripping just as hungrily as his thick foreskin does.

Gaur-Zan’s cock is massive and covered in throbbing veins as wide as my fingers. With each pulse, my nose twitches as the overpowering scent smells so strong of dried sex that I wouldn’t be surprised if the chief has never washed his penis before. The scent lures me without my say, and before I realise what I’m doing, my hands find his thick green skin and greedily wrap around his girth.

Laying my palms across his monstrous length, I relish at the feeling of his warmth sinking into my palms just as deeply as his musk infiltrates my lungs. Gaur-Zan’s cock radiates just as much heat as his oversized testicles do, and much like his dangling sack, compels me to press harder into his flesh in a desperate need to touch every millimetre of his throbbing Orchood as possible.

Feverishly running both hands back and forth across the thick shaft, I explore every sultry curve, every bulging vein, and every inch of malleable skin as if it were the first cock I’ve ever touched. I’m not sure if it’s that potion Gaur-Zan gave me, the intoxicating scent of his musk, or perhaps even the sheer enormity of his dick presented before me, but the lust addled state I find myself in makes me feel as if I’ve never known what a cock is supposed to look like until now, and before I know it, I’m moving in front of him and pulling back his absolutely drenched foreskin and exposing the chieftains succulent glands.

Gaur-Zan’s cock is thick , he could easily put any horse to shame, maybe even one of the Krankur! His dick is a much darker shade of green than his body, while the engorged head that shines and drips with viscous precum is a colour I’m more accustomed to seeing on a penis.

As I pull his fat foreskin back as far as possible, I admire the fleshy pink head and observe how this colour slowly transcends into the dark green of his shaft. My musings are however cut short, for with his hand still holding the base to keep his monstrous cock aimed straight at me, Gaur-Zan’s giant penis pulsates and I watch in amazement as a huge glob of sticky precum oozes from his piss slit, and without even thinking about it, I lock my lips around the Orc’s urethra, finding the fleshy opening to be just as wide as my mouth.

In a lust driven haze, I start making out with Gaur-Zan’s dick as if it were the only thing keeping me sane, but in all honesty, it feels as if the pungent musk wafting from his gigantic Orchood is the very cause of my delirium. I gulp regardless, drinking down as much of the sticky precum as I can; My face becoming a sloppy mess of spit and his viscous cock juices in a matter of seconds. While my hands run up and down along the throbbing shaft in front of me, I frantically push my tongue into the chieftain’s urethra and lap the inside of his flesh, all but sucking the salty precum out from his penis.

Gaur-Zan moans, seemingly delighted by my gusto. The vibrations of his voice travel through his dick and urge more globs of delicious honey like precum to spurt from his piss slit and cover my face with his musky juices. Through my erotic adventures in Stormguard, I’ve found that all cocks taste different from one another. Sometimes they’re saltier, sometimes even vaguely sweet, and the same can be said for animals, so trying to compare the chieftain’s flavour to anything I’ve known, almost seems impossible. There are very strong animalistic hints in his precum, flavours that remind me of my horse, but it’s also so manly that it tastes as if he has the virality of twenty men combined. It’s heavenly in a way that my brain can’t rightfully comprehend its complexity.

Gaur-Zan’s heady taste and his continued moaning urge me on and I increase my pace, wanking him as roughly as I can, because I perfectly understand that when Orc’s fuck, they are violent , and that only though brute force can they truly derive pleasure from sex. I exert all the force my arms can muster and squeeze either side of his shaft while simultaneously pressing my face so forcefully into his piss slit that my chin and nose slip inside as my tongue continues to delve as deeply into his fleshy insides as possible.

Kallen: “!!!” My frantic pace is briefly interrupted when an enormous hand cups the back of my head and squishes my entire face right into his cock! But when the palm forcing me even closer to his enormous glands starts to rotate and massage my face into his dripping tool, the sensation of being dominated causes my own prick to twitch and I hastily return to making out with his dick as my caressing becomes more desperate than before. I explore every available surface of his rock-hard shaft and fall into complete euphoria.

I’m beyond dizzy, and more than from just the intoxicating musk clouding my thoughts and filling me with lust. Gaur-Zan has cut off my breath with how forcefully he is pressing me into his cock. I find these short moments where the folds of flesh my face is smooshed into part and a small pocket of air allows me some reverie, but my world has become a mix of darkness and supple flesh, of viscous precum and a taste so strong that no cock will ever compare.

Time seems to lose meaning as I breathlessly kiss Gaur-Zan’s humungous penis and wank him off to the best of my compromised abilities. Where once there was fear for my life, I now only understand the taste of his virility and a desperate need to pleasure this superior male abusing me. And with how much more precum he’s starting to ooze, I understand that moment is drawing near.

Gaur-Zan becomes even more violent and involved. He starts pressing me harder into his cock and humping his hips forward as his climax draws closer. He’s so rough in fact that there is a moment I fear that my head might actually slip into his urethra! But the only thing I can focus on is the feeling of his foreskin pulling over his head and kissing my ears as if he were trying to roll a thick fleshy shirt over my face while the radiating warmth swelling and plumping his enormity even larger floods me with the scent of his fertility.

A loud roar above me vibrates every bone in my body, and in the same moment where I realise my efforts have culminated in pushing him over the edge, Gaur-Zan rams his hips forward, shoves my face inward, and explodes in a monumental eruption of cum! I’m nowhere near prepared for the force that surges up his urethra, nor how absolutely hard his dick becomes, because before I can realise what my position truly entails, an uncontainable force of hot liquid shoots through the chieftain’s piss slit and is forced right down my throat!

I have no chance of fighting the insane power of his ejaculation as Gaur-Zan’s sperm shoots from his cock like a volcano erupting and rams down my throat with such force that I literally feel my oesophagus expanding! Instinct takes over more than any rational thought, and I try to fight my position as I feel his jizz pouring directly into my stomach, filling my lungs, and pouring out my nose just as violently as it is forced into me, but Gaur-Zan is completely uncaring for my need of air as he holds me firmly in place.

My eyes roll back into my skull as the heat of his cum fills me to the brim, bringing me a strange kind of pleasure alongside my overflowing panic. Gaur-Zan’s jizz shoots out my nose and explodes from my lips as if I were trying to drink directly from a waterfall, and despite my mind being even more addled by lust than before, there is a moment where I realise that there is no way I am going to survive this. My lungs are swimming in spunk so hot that it feels close to boiling, and judging by the pressure I feel expanding my stomach, my gut might yet explode before Gaur-Zan can finish breeding my face.

Heh, I guess if ever there were a fitting way for me to leave this world, drowning on sperm isn’t the worst way to go. I’ve been promiscuous for most of my life, and have probably slept with people I should never have ever looked at, especially those lords who forced me to my knees, and seeing as it is by the hands of someone as manly as Gaur-Zan, some part of me actually feels privileged. There has never been a more masculine man to touch me this way, and if this is how it has to end, I’m glad it will be while pleasuring this monumental Orc…

Before darkness can take me, the hand supporting my head leaves my cum soaked hair, and with how lifeless I’ve been hanging in his grip, it comes as no surprise that as the next wave of baby batter erupts from Gaur-Zan’s throbbing dick, I go flying back and land with a wet squelch on the carpets as a massive wave of cum violently pelts my already drenched body!

My first instinct is to inhale, but my lungs are extremely heavy and filled to the brim with the chieftain’s sweltering spunk, so without any control over my actions, my body starts convulsing wildly as I throw up. Sperm erupts from my lips just as forcefully as it had entered, and I become a literal cum fountain. With the constant stream of jizz erupting from the Orc’s cock like a geyser and the warm spunk spurting from my lips uncontrollably, I become drenched from head to toe in the salty, white fluid in a matter of moments.

Amidst my convulsions in the growing pool of cum, gasps for breath finally reach me right as the flow of sperm pelting me from above abates. The sensation of inhaling is… Bizarre beyond description. A deep part of me believes that these hoarse croaks should be extremely painful, but as breath greets my sticky lungs that are filled with more than just salty air or coagulated sperm, I undergo no pain. The only thing I can feel between my violent wheezing is a tingly sensation within my chest that reminds me of how sensitive my skin feels after an intense orgasm.

Gaur-Zan: “Y-you’re pretty good, for a human. I’ll definitely be trying that again in the future.” The chieftain’s deep rumbling voice crashes over me like thunder, and despite my disorientation, my blurry gaze finds the Orc who’s currently slump in his throne and looking completely drained, and considering the amount of baby batter he painted me with, I’m not at all surprised.

While coughing and still struggling to draw in consistent breathes, my hands sink into the gooey spunk-stained carpets beneath me and I push myself into a sitting position, but as I do, I become aware of the jiggling mass between my legs. After wiping as much jizz from my eyes as I am capable with sticky hands, my clouded vision settles on the rounded bulk I now realise to be my stomach, and with utter disbelief at the sight, my hands run across the slimy surface of my stretched belly that is so swollen with cum that one would be forgiven for believing I am twelve months pregnant.

My gut jiggles and I feel fuller than I ever felt have in my entire life. Part of me has this urgency to throw up the sperm rounding my stomach, as the discomfort is like nothing I have ever felt, but another part feels so utterly satisfied with how much cum is swimming around in my gut that no blowjob has ever felt more fulfilling than this one.

My stomach is hot, filled with the vitality of the fertile male breathing heavily on his throne. I caress my belly in awe as his sperm drips from my lips and trails over my swollen gut. Why does this feel so good? I’ve always liked walking around with a man’s cum dripping from my ass cheeks, but why do I feel so satisfied having my stomach swollen by someone I was once afraid of?

Gaur-Zan: “You look absolutely delicious…” I can barely hear his words through my drunken haze. I am completely intoxicated by the absurd amount of spunk covering me, filling me, and still dripping from my lips. I should be concerned by what he says, or perhaps how I survived drowning in his cum, but I feel so content that nothing could phase me in this moment, not even when Gaur-Zan stands up with a grunt, strides up to me with purpose, and looks down upon me with a wicked and hungry grin.

Gaur-Zan: “You served me well, human, but now it’s time for you to fulfil another hunger.” He says this while leaning over and grabbing both of my feet in one giant hand before lifting me from the floor and dangling me right in front of his grinning face. Gaur-Zan’s eyes hungrily dance across my flesh as he licks his lips. I hear a loud grumbling noise resonating from within his body, one I initially mistake for him growling in delight, but I quickly realise that this sound comes from his humongous stomach when I see it literally vibrating.

Sperm drips from every inch of my skin, and being suspend upside down, I can feel it oozing through my oesophagus and pouring from my lips without restraint, but I am so disorientated, so dazed, so satisfied, that all I can do is hang limply with my arms over my head and a stupid smile on my face.

Gaur-Zan: “Make sure to squirm, human, I want to feel the last moments of your life leave you.” These words don’t shock me so much as the chieftain’s next actions. He opens his mouth absurdly wide, and after raising me as far as his arm will reach, he starts to lower me into his mouth! As soon as Gaur-Zan inserts my cum soaked hands into his gaping maw, a jolt of surprise awakens me from my drunken stupor enough to realise the danger I find myself in.

Kallen: “W-wait!” I try to wriggle free, to pull my arms from the warmth of his parted lips, but I feel so drained, so weak, that I cannot begin to fight gravity nor the Orc slowly lowering me into his cavernous mouth!

My hands curl as they hit the back of his throat and only as the folds of flesh part and draw in my hands do I realise what Gaur-Zan is planning. While his enormity and the rotund shape of his belly should suggest a gluttonous diet, my mind has a hard time comprehending that the chieftain is planning on eating me. But as my wrists are tugged into his throat as he makes a powerful gulp, fear takes over and washes away the drunken haze with such force that I somehow find the strength to pull my arms free from his wet oesophagus and frantically latch onto the rim of his lips while trying to push away from his face!

Kallen: “N-NO! S-STOP! You can’t do this!!!” My words fall on deaf ears, for while he seems annoyed that I was able to wretch my hands free, Gaur-Zan doesn’t stop lowering me into his gaping maw, and despite putting all the strength I have into pressing against his spit-stained lips, I can only watch in horror as my head slips into the chieftain’s enormous mouth and comes to a rest right upon his fat tongue!

Kellen: “HEELLPP–!?” My cries for aid are cut short, for Gaur-Zan’s lips shut around my shoulders and his gigantic tongue wraps around my face before he starts to swirl me around in his mouth as if I were a hard candy!

I gasp between my struggle as I do my best to pull my face free from the warm tongue lapping the cum from me and replacing it with his hot spit, but Gaur-Zan’s strength is unmatchable. My arms flail wildly outside his lips and smack his cheeks as I try and fail to do more than wriggle in his grip. Every breathless gasp has me retching and spitting out his meaty tasting saliva, but just as quickly as I eject it, the Orc’s overpowering tongue bastes me in more warm saliva, lathering me as if I were a turkey he were planning on roasting.

Kellen: “!!!” Gaur-Zan’s lips part from my shoulders and I wheeze desperately for fresh air as my hands hastily find the edges of his lips again, arms shaking violently as I fail to pull myself free from his cavernous mouth, and when I look down into the complex folds of pink flesh before me, I watch in stunned horror as the combined spit and cum pooling in the back of his throat disappears into the bottomless pit of his oesophagus when Gaur-Zan swallows, humming in apparent delight at the flavours of my flesh and his own sperm.

Before I can properly snap back to reality, Gaur-Zan starts pushing me into his mouth with more force than before, so much so that I have no hope of retaining my hold upon his lips, and before the scream can properly leave my mouth, the chieftain shoves me into the dark opening of his throat and surrounds my entire head with squishy pink folds of flesh that latch onto me and steal all light!

Kellen: “!!!” Gaur-Zan’s lips lock around my abdomen and his powerful tongue instantly gets to work on pressing all over my prone body. He forces me into the palate of his mouth while pushing against my belly with his wet appendage, and much to my dismay, my desperate cries for help turn into gargled screams as the chieftain squeezes the sperm out from my stomach as if I were a grape! He sucks the juices down with a hum that vibrates every bone in my body.

True panic sets in as all I can see are shadows while I helplessly feel myself sliding forward and deeper into his throat. My arms are caught outside Gaur-Zan’s mouth, and with how his lips are wrapped around my elbows, I can’t even try to push free! All I can do is scream into the echoing darkness as my heart hammers in my chest and his rancid breath taints my every scream.

I am caught between disbelief and fear, my mind unable to comprehend that I am caught in the jaws of an enormous Orc, and for a moment, my skin prickles with terror as I imagine Gaur-Zan suddenly biting down and tearing me in two before chewing me up as if I were nothing more than a piece of meat to fill his hunger, and had I known what his true intentions were, perhaps I would have wished for this fate, for before my mind can conjure the sensations of pain such a bite would bring, my thoughts spike as the chieftain lets go of my legs and sucks me all the way in till only my legs are sticking outside his sealed lips!

My shoulders effortlessly slide into Gaur-Zan’s throat as he swallows in the same motion of releasing my feet, and with his head aimed up towards the ceiling, my decent is only halted by the lips locking around my thighs and the tongue now shamelessly exploring my still erect cock. I’m not sure if I’m hard out of fear, the poultice still swimming through my body, or that perhaps some part of me finds this both terrifying and arousing, but the chieftain parts my legs with his thick tongue and sensually starts to run it across my groin, indecorously turning my screams for help into moans of unwanted pleasure.

I am surrounded by a fetid wet warmth that wraps around my body and bathed in sticky spit just as heatedly as I am touched by pleasure. These sensations are so contrasting that my addled thoughts feel stunned, dumbstruck with perplexity as I find myself both fighting and giving into the pleasure. Gaur-Zan is masterful with his movements, and before I can win the battle over my emotions, my body gives in to his touch and I moan unabashedly, humping into the chieftain’s tongue as my dick strains against the foreign ecstasy.

I’m not certain if it’s the darkness surrounding me, my skin being drenched in saliva, my body engulfed in the warm folds of his mouth, the sensation of my butt being squished against the hard roof of his mouth, the coarse feeling of his tongue and the small bumps running along it, or perhaps even the rotten stench of his breath filling my every gasp, but my body writhes in unadulterated pleasure, filling my skin with goosebumps as it becomes oversensitive to every sensation that all it takes is a few quick and violent laps of his tongue before I’m pushed over the edge.

I moan whorishly into Gaur-Zan’s throat as my climax hits. My entire body spasms and thrashes in the throes of pleasure as spurt after spurt of cum erupts from my cock and paints his tongue, mixing with the many fluids surrounding me and sending jolts of ecstasy through my brain with every violent spasm.

My mind becomes blank with my orgasm, skin covered with pins and needles as I cum harder than I ever have in my life, but just as quickly as the most intense climax of my life hits me, it fades and leaves me so spent that I fall completely limp in Gaur-Zan’s mouth. He must feel this, for the Orc takes advantage of my languid state, and after craning his head as high as he can, the chieftain swallows powerfully and sucks me all the way into his mouth!

Kellen: “!!!” My pleasure turns to panic as feeling his fat lips lock behind my feet and the sensation of my entire torso being suck down into his throat till only my ass cheeks press against the opening of his oesophagus fills me with so much fear that I all but pass out from the dread of realising that not only is Gaur-Zan eating me alive, but he plans on swallowing me whole!

With my skin prickling in the afterglow of my orgasm and the fear turning my blood cold, I wriggle against the powerful folds of flesh surrounding me, but they are basted in cum and mucus, slippery and holding me tighter than any lover ever could embrace me. Breathing is made difficult by not just the powerful muscles of the chieftain’s throat encompassing me, but the vile odour of his breath washing over me. It’s acidic and smells of rotten flesh and soured fruit, and if he hadn’t already squeezed most of the cum from my still slightly bloated belly, I might yet have thrown up again.

My muffled screams and frantic thrashing have no effect on the Orc, for he swallows again and I am pushed even deeper into his throat with alarming speed! Gaur-Zan ingests me all the way up to my feet in a matter of seconds, and all at once, I am competently surrounded by flesh so hot that it feels as if it were searing my skin, lodged so deeply in the chieftain’s throat that it feels as if it were about to crush me to death, and filled with so much dread that I lose all control over my already uncoordinated movements.

Gaur-Zan swallows again and pulls my feet into the warm folds of flesh of his throat and seals my fate completely. In the same motion of gulping, my face is pressed into a wall of muscle that surprise me just as much as the sensation of being lodged in the throat of an enormous Orc does. What I confused for the end of the line causes me to gasp in surprise when the wet wall opens between his continued swallowing and pushes my head through the ring of flesh and into a much wider opening! While being freed from the constricting confines of Gaur-Zan’s meaty throat should be a relief, my next haggard breath is filled with air so noxious that it doesn’t just burn my lungs, but I can physically feel it prickling my face!

I am not granted time to fully realise that I’ve just been pushed out into the chieftain’s stomach, for the oversized Orc doesn’t stop his gulping. The ring of flesh hugging my shoulders parts like a pair of lips and spits out more of my sticky torso into his swelting stomach and I slide in all the way up to my hips.

In the same motion of being pushed out into his fetid smelling gut, the back of my head is pressed into the slippery walls of Gaur-Zan’s belly and I’m forced to curl forward with my chin against my chest, but the chieftain’s ravenous feasting of my flesh is far from over, for he gulps one last time so powerfully that the rest of my body effortlessly slides from the expanding ring of flesh and is pushed out into his stomach in one fluid motion!

I am forced to curl into a foetal position as my hands, hips, legs, and feet are spat out of the tube of flesh, and as soon as I come to a rest, curled up into a ball and surrounded by various liquids with nowhere else to go but to pool around me, my panic and fear pause as if allowing me to take in this moment of disbelief as I blink while staring into the darkness of the squelching chamber.

Kellen: “…I-I’m… In the belly of an Orc…” I whisper this through sicky lips and in completely incredulity, and even as the fleshy sack suspending me rocks from what I can only understand are hands cupping my form from the outside, I am left so utterly flabbergasted that my mind becomes blank and thoughtless.

Life only returns to me as a loud thump echoes from outside and resonates through Gaur-Zan’s stomach so powerfully that every bone in me vibrates. I quickly understand that the chieftain must have flopped down onto his throne, for his gut suddenly feels much sturdier than before, and if the roaming hands caressing my form are any indication, his already corpulent belly must be bugling in the shape of my ingested form.

Kellen: “H-HELP!!!” Urgency returns to me as this mental image emerges and I start screaming, thrashing, kicking, punching, and fighting with everything I have! I shout as loudly as I can, coughing as I inhale the caustic fumes wafting through his gut, but am unabated in my battle for life as I push with all my force against the malleable walls of flesh.

The inside of Gaur-Zan’s stomach is… Slimy beyond belief. I’ve gutted animals before when I worked at a butchery last year, so the wriggly lines running along his fleshy walls aren’t so surprising as much as the stench, the wetness, and the heat I’m surrounded with. The Orc’s stomach stretches with my every movement and bounces back with surprising power, forcing me into a foetal position with little effort. I slip and slide in the viscous juices surrounding me, and as much as I try to fight it, the stench engulfing me is so overwhelming that I find myself becoming lightheaded all over again.

My fight ends sooner than I intend for it to, not through a lack of will, nor because my limbs have become sore, but it’s the fetid odour surrounding me that finally wins. I become woozy, more disoriented than I felt while inhaling Gaur-Zan’s musk, and far more crippled than when his tongue forced me to cum. I slump into the chieftain’s stomach with nary a whimper, my eyes feel as if they could roll back into my skull and the darkness take me, but I fight to stay away with all I can, for I know that should give in now, I shan’t awaken again.

In my strained stillness, the first thing I notice is not the swirling liquids squelching around me, nor the revolting sensation of Gaur-Zan’s hands tracing across the bulge of his gut, but it’s the rhythmic beating of his heart and the subtle sound of his lungs filling with air. They echo within his gut as if I were submerged under water, and much like his breath and pulse, a deep grumble vibrates through me in an indistinguishable rumble of what I soon realise to be words. The chieftain is speaking to me, yet I can’t make out what he says. I promptly respond by trying to fight once again and receive only a hearty chuckle and a violent slap that shakes my entire prison.

I groan in what should be fraught with pain, but it’s in this moment that I realise I haven’t felt pain since arriving in Gaur-Zan’s tent. No… It was after I drank that weird potion he gave me, wasn’t it? All my aches from being stuck in a cage had vanished right after I drank it, and where I should have surely drowned when he filled my lungs with copious amounts of boiling cum, I miraculously survived without so much as losing consciousness. That’s… Not normal, right? It doesn’t feel right… What was in that phial?

I’m not allowed to dwell on this thought for long as the walls hugging me rumble and vibrate in a sound distinct from Gaur-Zan’s voice, for as it growls, I hear the Orc speaking once more, and considering the walls around me are becoming wetter with each passing second, it doesn’t take much for me to understand what’s happening. The chieftain’s gut is about to digest me…

I try to renew my fight against such a cruel fate by seeking that ring of flesh that had spat me out into his belly and to try escape back up his throat, but my movements are lethargic and my thoughts so addled that moving feels abnormal. I feel inebriated by the caustic stench surrounding me, and as much as I hate to admit it to myself, there is something pleasant I find within this fetid stench. While it reeks of rotten meat and the most powerful of vinegars I have ever smelt, something about it is vaguely sweet; Sickeningly so. It lures me into that same sensation of intoxication that his sweaty armpit once did, and despite myself, I cannot fight the hold of this beguiling miasma.

The walls of Gaur-Zan’s stomach bleed viscous juices that are just as pungent as the toxic gases swirling around his gut and drive me into an even dizzier state right as I start to feel the wriggly flesh of his stomach begin to move. It’s so slight that at first I mistake it for the Orc’s heartbeat moving me, but the motions increase their pace until they become gentle undulations that I’m able to distinguish from the roaming hands outside my fleshy prison.

The chieftain rumbles in delight, saying words I can’t discern, but even if I could, I doubt they’d bring me comfort while his gut starts digesting me. I try to fight, I truly do, but I can muster little more than weakly wriggling and moaning so pitifully that even my lethargic thoughts feel more focused.

While Gaur-Zan continues to knead his rounded gut, the undulating walls squirm at an increased pace until the squelching flesh actually starts to scrape against my skin as if it were a lover giving me a rough massage. It doesn’t hurt, but with how powerful the movements become, a part of my brain tells me that it should. I’m not sure what that potion was, but I soon realise that it’s going to make this terrifying experience that much more frightening.

As the Orc’s powerful gut really starts to work on breaking me down, grumbling in apparent delight at being filled with my cum-stained form, so too do the walls continue to leak their caustic, honey-like juices. Half of Gaur-Zan’s stomach is soon filled with the sour liquids infecting my every breath with gag worthy gases that there is no way for me to avoid ingesting the thick goo. The chieftain’s stomach acids taste just as wretched as they smell. The only way I could describe them would be to compare it to how a sun roasted corpse smells. Rotten, acidic, metallic, and so viscous it would put tar to shame.

Alongside the now frantic movements of a gut pushing me around worse than a rough lover might fuck me into the sheets of a squeaky bed, the heat inside Gaur-Zan’s stomach has become unbearable. Breathing was already a difficult task, but alongside this heat seeping into my very bones and causing my already frantic heartbeat to amplify, I find myself sweating profusely and gasping for each breath as if I were a landlocked fish.

Thick folds of dripping flesh brush across my face and press me between powerful muscles as if I were a lump of dough being prepared by a baker, and despite understanding the sole purpose of this violent massage is to break me down and turn me into pudge to be absorbed by Gaur-Zan and eventually become nothing more than a few extra pounds on his already massive frame, something about the aggressive treatment is strangely becoming comforting…

Is it my intoxicated mind playing tricks on me? Perhaps that potion he gave me further addling my beguiled thoughts? Maybe some deep-seated part of me that has always wanted to submit myself to such a powerful male? I’m uncertain of what drives this alluring sensation, but my lethargic fight that sought freedom soon turns to desperate movements seeking to amplify the tantalising sensations of Gaur-Zan’s powerful stomach pulverising me.

Whether his body understands my submittance or not, the pace of the chieftain’s stomach picks up the pace and really starts to grind into me. The small air pocket that was left within his gut is dispelled through a rumbling burp and a hearty chuckle from Gaur-Zan, for alongside his undulating gut, the Orc massages his belly from the outside and aids in his digestion through words spoken in a tender timber one might use to lull a lover to sleep.

Through the squelching walls and the powerful folds of fetid flesh caressing every inch of my naked form, Gaur-Zan’s stomach heats up like a furnace until my heart beats so frantically that I can’t discern where my pulse begins and his undulating flesh ends. My lungs quickly become filled with the same viscous stomach juices swirling around me, and despite the terror I should feel for having my lungs once more overflowing with his potent juices, I can’t help but miss the smell of Gaur-Zan’s caustic digestive acids.

Feeling starts to erode from me just as much as I suspect my skin does as the chieftain’s stomach is so hot that it feels as if I’m boiling alive. My thoughts are disorientated and my movements addled, but I’m still able to make out the loving hands running along me and pressing into my curled up form. I wonder how I look from the outside? I wonder if I’m the first human Gaur-Zan has ever swallowed whole? From how expertly he gulped me down, I doubt it.

To say my life was unfulfilling would be a lie, for I’ve achieved many things throughout my youth and adulthood, and through my complacent days spent in Stormguard, I truly thought that life would carry on with days filled with brimming sunlight and joyous gatherings with loved ones. Is this perhaps the price I’m meant to pay for leading such a well lived life? Because if it is, I would pay it many times over. While I had initial feared such a grotesque fate as being digested by an Orc, I find myself embracing such an end. It feels right in such a way that all my other achievements now seem hollow against how accomplished I feel feeding the hunger of such a mighty male as Gaur-Zan.

I am beyond disorientated, and while my movements are still very much lethargic, I can tell that something is very wrong with my limbs. My touch feels numbed and I can’t sense what my hands are currently caressing, but as I move my arms through the thick goo I’m swirling in, it almost feels as if they are crumbling, breaking in the wake of my efforts. The same thing happens with my legs, for as I try to wriggle them, I soon understand that one has ripped off entirely, because suddenly, something long and thick comes to rest across my chest, something that I soon understand to be my dismembered leg.

Gaur-Zan’s stomach acids must be insanely powerful, that, or the potion he fed me is aiding in my digestion. Maybe more time has passed than I realise? Why aren’t I filled with fear? I’m being torn to pieces by his stomach and burnt alive into chunks of meat that’ll soon become nothing more than lumps of bloody sludge. Yet despite this violent and most unforeseen fate, I find myself smiling and nuzzling into the Orc’s aggressive gut.

My senses leave me faster than I can hold onto them. I’m not sure when I lost my ability to hear, or even when I closed my eyes, but everything blends into one sensation. Perhaps my eyes dissolved into the swirling pieces of flesh I’m being broken down into? My eardrums burnt just as much as the skin is flayed from my bones? Maybe I’m nothing more than a grotesque pile of meat and viscera? I can’t tell how much time is passing or even keep a coherent thought anymore, but as my consciousness slips away, I couldn’t be happier to lose myself to Gaur-Zan. I feel nothing but excitement at becoming fuel for his huge body and can only hope that the ones who follow will feel the same way…

~THE END~