Wanpaku's Orc Playtime
A Pomeranian has a little fun playing with a captive orc warlord.
Wanpaku's Orc Playtime
By a Naughty Pup
Merrily humming an incantation of stamina, a short Canid skips along the forest path to his secluded workshop now turned makeshift dungeon. The Pomeranian's well-groomed fur and clothing, a small vest and equally short shorts, looking well suited for a lady's retainer at court did not look particually imposing. Reaching the modest hut, the Pom let out a happy little chuff as he was greeted by Revnar Bonesmasher naked glistening with sweat and best of all tied face down onto a work bench. The proud orc warlord had until recently been terrorizing the northern lands demanding ever increasing tributes to forestall his warband's wrath. Of course, bands of adventurers flocked to the region eventually leading to the capture of the warlord after he was forced into an honor duel with a barbarian jacked up on potions and cleric buffs.
Hurrying over to the orc the canid eagerly shoves his short muzzle between the orc's dangling orbs breathing in the earthy scent while playfully lapping at the sack. Curled tail wagging like mad Wanpaku had no regrets about obtaining this latest "research subject" new equipment be damned. Wanpaku gave yet another small prayer to the gods of lust and luck that no big-name magic user had bothered trying to claim the pudgy Orc. The warlord had clearly not bothered to watch his figure, not that Wanpaku minded in the least as he reached a paw up to fondle the Orc's plump backside, instead relying on his enchanted equipment.
Tearing himself away from the now well bathed orbs, Wanpaku shuffled off his shorts as he moved over to potion workbench his semi- erect penis bobbing along with each step. Pausing to adjust his sheath "don't worry I haven't forgotten about you" Wanpaku mutters to himself before he began to quickly set about mixing up a batch of his own special lubricant of which the selloff along with more reputable potions had enabled him to purchase the orc in the first place. Lifting up the mixing spoon and watching the fluid slide slowly off it the Pom gives a little nod to himself pleased with the concoctions consistency. "Now the big question is whose butt I should work this into?" Wanpaku quips at Revnar giggling at the newest tirade of profanity and threats his question provoked from the orc.
It was a source of great amusement for Wanpaku that the orc would have been far happier getting mercilessly pounded dry by an ogre rather than suffer the humiliation of the Pomeranian's antics. From conversations with half-orcs at the tavern Wanpaku had gained some insight into orc culture and religious beliefs. The orcs clans had a rigid set of traditions on what actions were viewed as honorable or shameful and consequently the social standing performing such acts wrought. For example, sucking off the loser of a duel immediately after winning would be less socially harmful than sleeping with a willing elf woman. Wanpaku had a great deal of fun learning about the honor system while reenacting the situations in the tavern's back rooms. To reach Warlord status Revnar would have needed to rarely if ever submitted to anyone while raping a great deal of people himself. Thus, making the orc's domination at the hands of the diminutive canid especially humiliating.
Lube in one hand dragging a stool with the other the Pom returns to his place at the orc's side. Hopping onto the stool puts the canid's crotch nearly perfectly level with the orc's ass the Poms cock beginning to throb to full hardness in anticipation. Dipping a finger into the lube the Pom drags it slowly up and down the orcs ample crack before gently circling around the orc's hole. On contact with the orc's skin the mixture began to gently warm then cool as a faint hint of cinnamon and mint fills the forcing the orc's muscles to relax. Pushing the finger in Wanpaku proceeds to gently finger fuck the orc as working more of the lube inside as he slowly increased the number of fingers from one to three. The orc unable to stop himself from letting out a little moan each time the fingers bumped that special pleasure spot that the orc didn't even know men possessed, but which the Pom was delighted to educate the orc all about. Wanpaku's other hand stayed busy alternatively fondling the orcs girthy meat and stroking his own shaft liberally coating it with the lube.
Not wanting to over stretch the orcs love hole Wanpaku removes his fingers wiping them off on the orcs ass before giving it a light slap. Aligning his vibrant pink cock with the orc's hole Wanpaku begins to work the head against the entrance. Meeting minimal resistance nearly the entire shaft sinks in with only a light push, once upon a time even getting the tip inside would have proven a challenge. While one would be forgiven to think that because his height was half a man's so to would the Pomeranian's cock, this was anything but the case much to the orcs surprise on his first fucking. Firmly pushing the last inches inside Wanpaku paused simply lightly rocking his hips against the orc bottom for a couple seconds listening to the orcs labored groans before drawing out the shaft half way and starting the first real thrusts.
Figuring that the orc had enough prep work the Poms rapidly increased the pace as he pumped his thick shaft into the orc. The orc's chubby bottom wobbling wildly with each thrust. Wanpaku continued at this pace for several minutes only pausing randomly to feel the orc's hole desperately spasm around his cock. Tail threating to fly off the Pom let out a series of happy bark as he once again prepared to claim this bitch's hole as his own, feeling his knot begin to swell and batter at the orc's entrance. Knowing that he did not have much time left Wanpaku lifts his left leg, the Poms own bubble butt becoming a blur as he frantically hammered away at the orc as fast as he could. With an audible pop Wanpaku's knot finally slams home firmly trying him to the orc. Raising the previously lifted leg fully over the orc Wanpaku spins around like a feral dog. Patting his bitch's ass, "I hope you give me a bunch of sons" Wanpaku jokes as his pulsing knot floods the orc with his puppy batter. "Seems like you really enjoyed that too" Wanpaku says noticing the orcs own seen splatted out onto the ground the knot's added pressure on the prostate seemingly too pleasurable to resist.
Content to just rest for a bit Wanpaku starts a mental list of what supplies he would need to restock to prepare for the latest flood of adventures. He was especially eager to see how wild they got when the booze started flowing and the Pomeranian "accidentally" bumping his nose into crotches. Playing with Revnar was fun, but there was something truly magically about staring into a newbies eyes as they received their first ever blow job. "Whelp better get some actual work done" Wanpaku says bracing himself against the orc's ass tugging his now mostly deflated knot free. "Would be a shame to let those elven hussies get to them first"