Orc tentacles
I wanted to do something for Pride month, so I’ll be uploading stories. They may not be good but I’m making them because it’s pride month, and they’re what I do instead of holding up a rainbow banner.
Brothum sat upon his bed in the inn, letting out a sigh as he reflected on the day's events.
“So you need rest tonight?" Asked a voice from the doorway. It was the human mage Ralph who was closing the door behind him.
“N-no sir," Brothum said as he hurriedly got off the bed and began kneeling before his dominant, “I would love nothing more than to serve you."
Ralph's concerned frown turned into a sneer as he looked down upon the orc. “Of course you do, you slutty, beefy, hairy brute."
Brothum shivered as he felt heated arousal spread through his body, his loinclothe showing the beginnings of a tent.
“Now must I ask why you are out of uniform?" Ralph asked as he tapped a shoe on the ground.
Brothum launched himself over to his pack and stripped out of his leather armor before wrapping a a collar around his neck.
“There's my pet." The human said as he stuck a finger through the collar to make sure Brothum didn't have it on too tight. “Stand." Ralph commanded, which Brothum did.
“You have been very good, Brothum." Ralph said much more softly before lifting himself up by Brothum's shoulders to plant a kiss on yhe orc's tusked mouth. “I shall grant any request you have for tonight."
“Are you serious?" Brothum asked with a little skeptisism.
“You saved my ass earlier today," Ralph spoke with a growing grin. “Letting you tap it is the least I could do."
Brothum shook his head. “I don't want that."
“Whatever you want, I shall endeavor to provide." Ralph promised.
Brothum paused to think, wondering what he could ask for from his lover.
“Remember the night we spent Hung Kin?" Brothum asked.
“…Yes, so you wish to try again?" Ralph spoke hesitantly. Brothum nodded.
A few minutes later Ralph sat upon the bed alongside an eager Brothum, in a state of undress as he prepared to cast his spell.
“You're stronger now, you got this." Brothum encouraged.
Ralph did cast it, he had done so many times and from apiritions in the air came six green tentancles that immediately began feeling Brothum's muscular body up, before wrapping tightly around his limbs.
“Hehehehe." Brothum giggled, he would like to say he chuckled but he was just too excited. Rlph herd and his tight lips widened into a smile, but he didn't break his concentration.
The remaining two tendrils carressed the orc's face, like hands but also like wet noodles slapped upon his face.
“C'mon c'mon," Brothum spoke to hurry Ralph along.
The green tendrils began to trail their way down the developed chest of the orc, tickling his gut. “Now!" Brothum demanded.
Ralph really wished he could talk while casting. Complying, he skipped his lover's cock and slapped the tendrils in lube and brought them to the green ass.
With a little force one wormed it's way into the hole of Brothum, and the other massaged his green perinium.
A toothy grin (like he had any that weren't) grew on Brothum's face as Ralph finally got to the main event. “Yesssss, fuck my ass." He hissed.
Habitually, his hand began to reach down to jack off, but the tentacle around it kept him restrained. Actually the ones on his arms pulled them from under him, leaving his front without support.
“Ohhhhhh." Brothum moaned, the changed position recontextualizing the pounding, going from rocking back and forth, to being pounded into a freefall, only kept in place by his restraints. “G-Gods master, this is so-urk-some. Awesome." Brothum panted and grunted out.
The thick orc felt his hips shudder as he aproached orgasm. “Please sir, g-give my cock just a few strokes, anything, I'm close." Brothum pleaded.
Ralph looked at his larger lover through tired eyes. The spell was exhausting him and it felt like the sheets around him were soaked in sweat, but he wasn't done. Brothum needed to cum before Ralph would rest, and that was what he wanted, Ralph would do it. The sixth tentacle that had been massaging the perinium of the orc stopped, instead looping around the base of the orc's shaft, and jerking him off.
Putting his mind back to the tentacle fucking Brothum, Ralph corrected course so it was properly milking the man's prostate.
“Oh yeah you got it right there, gonna cum." Brothum rambled with crossed eyes as he felt his balls pulling up.
Cum he did, from the green shaft came streams of white seed. Spilling onto the upholstry of the inn bed. The pounding tendril and the ringed one were milking him for everything he had. And once he'd given it, they vanished.
“M-m-masteerrrrr." The word sloshed from Brothum's mouth, mind still in post-orgasm bliss.
Looking upon the human, Brothum found a sleeping face, he had passed out after making Brothum cum.
Smiling the orc snuggled up to the human and fell asleep as well.