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Orcish Anatomy

Size might matter, but not if you can fit your human inside

The dregs of the meal were on the table, amidst the dirty dishes, the empty wine pitcher, and the almost burnt candle. A few crumbles betrayed the traces of honeyed rye bread while the small and immense chairs remained empty, shadowed by the figures by the lit fireplace.

The small cabin was not the coziest place in the kingdom, in the principality, or even in the village. But it was a quaint structure, manmade and built with whole logs. Fur had been plastered over the walls, isolating it even further, even though the storm raged on outside.

Yet another storm raged on when a rumble shook Rogur’s belly, right under Anver’s hand. A rumble, a tremor, an earthquake. Anything and everything that made Anver perk up, his shoulders squaring. Rogur? He guffawed, patting his belly.

“Told you, my stomach agrees with me,” said the green-skinned Orc, rubbing his exposed belly, the gray happy-trail, and his belly button.

“I was afraid that wouldn’t be enough for you,” replied Anver, giving those guts a firm smack.

And yet. It felt nothing for Rogur.

Not when the two were of such different sizes. It is well known that Orcs, by nature, are much larger than humans. However, as Anver had his body pressed against Rogur, he could only notice how much bigger his partner was.

If Anver was a tall human for the countryside, Rogur was a hulking giant twice his size in many aspects. And yet, quite gentle when his hand rubbed Anver’s back, digging into the bronze-skinned Human’s back, then going over the braided brown hair and the ticklish nape.

Their differences were what made them strong during their years together as fighters and their lives easier after they’d retired.

A couple. That’s what they were by all accounts.

Though not so many knew about them. Knew about their nature. Or knew about their appetites, as Anver’s felt the rumbling of that stomach against him. His eyes danced lower, along the gray hair, then down… Past the belly button, his hands went to the underside of Rogur’s belly, feeling the distended flesh. He smiled.

“Oh. I know that look,” said Rogur, chuckling shyly. “Do you want another turn?”

“Because I’d go somewhere else? It’s the best spot in the Kingdom.”

Rogur watched his partner, his friend, his lover… And gulped.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do it as long as last time…” he said, trying to impose caution.

But even as he said that, Rogur’s stained shirt and his linen pants ended on the floor. Here he was... Exposed. Naked. Revealed with tree-trunk-like legs and a body that was muscular, if covered with a fine layer of fat. But one detail that caught the eye was the golden glint between Rogur’s legs. His pride, his virility, his Orchood, was caged in a golden cockcage that was designed to cover the whole cock except for the tip.

He sighed, of course, feeling the pressure lessening and the forceful caresses from Anver. Of his Lover reaching for his necklace, pulling out the key attached to it and… Click!

Rogur exhaled, feeling a weight upon his Orchood lift. A weight that was almost flung through the room when he glanced at Anver and how his partner had already stripped, revealing his lean and dry body in comparison.

“You cannot wait, don’t you?” he asked, chuckling. Yet, his hand was on Anver’s posterior, caressing it while the Human approached and… leaning against the Orc’s belly for a kiss. With the smallest tongue forcing into Rogur’s mouth, overpowering him.

For a moment, the Orc enjoyed the flavor of wine, of cinnamon and honeyed bread, then of their roast. He shared it with his husband, hearing him huff.

Yet, clearly focusing on the pole between Rogur’s legs to stroke it, to stroke that pole of flesh that was bigger than that of most Orcs. It throbbed, it dripped… And it was hungry.

For a long while, Rogur had had that chastity cage to avoid the envy it caused as well as the trouble. But Anver had discovered it… And it was the Human’s turn to be ravenous about it. To undo the cage, to stroke the shaft. His fingers? They ran along the uncut mast, pulled on the greenish foreskin. They stroked the wide purple glans, traced veins coursing under the skin like throbbing rivers.

But the brewing storm was as Rogur felt his testicles churn and that finger darting upward.

The former were like two boulders, so big they could crush a log. And bigger they were when Rogur couldn’t unleash some weight or felt the hunger.

Much like now, as he felt those orbs churning, throbbing, and clenching when he saw Anvers. His lovely, perfect, small… And adorable Human.

A precious little thing who ran to him with that same desire. Anver barely allowed Rogur to catch his breath as the strokes elicited a precum jet that almost hit the fireplace.

For a second, they stopped and looked at one another. Looked at the stain by the fireplace, as they were lucky the shot went sideways. And then, as they returned to one another, they laughed. They chuckled. They hugged, with Rogur’s arms wrapping around Anver.

“Are you sure you want that? I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Trouble me? About having the best moment of my life in my Orc’s Balls? No, sir.”

“If you say so,” replied Rogur, feigning disdain and yet smirking.

Smirking when he heard the complaints of Anver, who was shaking and kicking when Rogur lifted him by the armpits. He hated that; it reminded him of when he was a kid.

But though that face was getting redder, Anver’s complaints felt empty and devoid of hostility as Rogur held him above his now-erect cock with one hand while the other grabbed his own shaft. Grabbed and stroked, pulling on the foreskin to expose the enormous glans.

A gaping, wide-open glans with a urethra that looked like a tunnel, an abyss above which Anver dangled… Before the Human closed his legs and presented them to the hole.

The hole which… Closed on them, sucking on them, no different from a mouth.

Instantly, Rogur began to tremble and groan, feeling the sparkling pleasure inside his cock, feeling the sensitive cockhole sparkling with life.

“You love it, Rogur,” said Anver, his hands landing on Rogur’s glans, rubbing it.

“You can’t tell. It’s like… Pissing or cumming. But so much better,” he said with a rumble.

It was also a blissful boon for the Orc as he could feel the Human squirming down the way, down to the toes wiggling against the urethra’s lining without doing anything.

No… The inside of his cock and below could be stretched beyond measure; his flesh was soft, strong… And pliable. To the point he’d once used it to store weapons inside during an infiltration. Or toys when Anver and Rogur were particularly frisky.

Much like now, as Rogur stroked Anver’s face with his hand, feeling the Human gripping his fingers while the muscles inside Rogur’s cock moved on their own… While with constant flexion, with some precum being sprayed on Anver, the Human slid down… Down the Orc’s cock. Down to bulge through the cock’s underside.

“Oh… Fuck. That’s it. Anver, get in,” he said with a grin as he pushed Anver’s head down with his index finger. Anver cried… But the sound was quickly muffled.

If Anver wiggled, roaring and crying… It meant little. The massive flesh walls lessened the sound, and they closed on the Human’s arms so well that he could even open them. Instead, Rogur rumbled and lay down, giving his cock a few strokes while he felt Anver through. Feeling him slide down, approach, and steadily meet the groin.

Then… It was the fire.

If having something down his cock was a spark. Having a human-sized object going through the prostate was enough for Rogur to cry, to roar, to tremble… And to writhe on the ground while he pumped his cock. While he felt the contraction of the distended organ spraying Anver with precum, coating the Human until he was sleek and glistening. All his.

Even if Anver was to get out now, he would bear Rogur’s scent for days; he would be glistening with Orc precum. Sticky and dense enough it’d get everywhere: nose, mouth, ears.

In a way, having Anver down there was akin to marking him. To claim him.

To possess him as he was slipping further, the muscles moving the squirming Human along at a faster pace, guiding him along the tubes until Anver was steadily descending into… Rogur’s right nut. Definitely the one Anver favored, even though Rogur didn’t know what the difference was between the two. But Anver clearly told him it was his favorite.

And in return? Well, it was Rogur’s favorite when he felt the weight inside his right testicle, sagging down and looking much bigger than before.

“Hhh… Are you good?” asked Rogur, shouting while he stroked his cock and pinched his nipple.

The answer came not from a sound but from something shifting and hitting the inside of Rogur’s walls. His cock sprang into action, bouncing up and down while he felt his organ moving, pulled by the weight inside, and by Anver’s movements as he swayed back and forth.

Whatever he was doing, it was definitely making Rogur feel good… Good enough to even have a hand stroking and caressing the swollen testes, feeling how much the cum was churned, moved, pumped, swayed by the smaller Human’s movements.

And it was wondrous. It was delicious. It was a slew that tickled Rogur’s spine and mind, feeling down to the limbs pushing against the sensitive walls inside… Or the fingers stroking the warm flesh with enough strength to make the orc Tremble and almost sway.

He had to recline, to sigh, to exhale… And all the while, Anver was far from being at rest.

The opposite, in fact, as the Human was finally free from the bindings of the flesh. After a long progress in the dark, pulled by the numerous muscles that had dragged him down the cocktip, down the prostate, and finally, the balls.

In return, his entire body was sticky with precum, with it even getting into his armpits and all over his face. With one hand, he wiped his face and still managed to smudge precum and cum all over as he sighed, blinked… And managed to look around.

Well, the place was still dark. But for Anver, within such space, he needed little to see. He could touch, feel the warmth, sense the waft whenever Rogur shifted outside with his booming voice muffled.

There was also a hit or something pressing against the testicles, making Anver sway and then fall into the warm, hot cum. But… No. He wasn’t afraid. No, he chuckled as he finally let himself drop into the liquid, feeling how the warm semen bubbled against his skin and somehow… Relaxed him.

It was akin to a bath or those hot springs. But better, as the cum was so dense, he was floating at the surface while his limbs barely broke the surface. Yet, he could… Sense how that burning hot cum was covering his entire body without feeling an itch or pain or anything.

It was warm, but a dull warmth he welcomed with closed eyes as he dared… To cup some of the cum and to pour it into his mouth, his tongue outstretched and welcoming the liquid.

“Tasty,” he said with a chuckle, savoring the tangy and salty flavor amidst the nutty touches.

And he sighed, his hands hitting the surface.

It splashed; it hit his face as he looked up.

He couldn’t see the ceiling or any surface. But if he so desired, he could stretch out a leg and nudge the walls with his toe. Same with his fingers if he stretched his arms.

Perhaps he could do the same if he returned upright and let himself ‘drown’.

But it was good. Oh, so good, as he felt the cum bubbling around him, steadily coating and covering him. It wasn’t foam, however… Only the liquid that seemed to have a life of its own as it covered Anver…

Far from being afraid, he cupped it the more to pour it into his mouth, feeling that warmth outside take root inside. Inside his guts, sure, but not only.

Every breath felt warmer and far more intense than the former. A nervous energy somehow took his arms themselves as he felt the need to flex his biceps and triceps. He even raised his hand above his head, dripping all over his nose and cheeks, without finding any abnormality. No… He observed or tried to, though his sense was proprioception. He could feel his fingers close, the pull on the tendons… And at the same time, there was something else.

A tickling sensation?

One he sensed between his toes, he kept moving. But a tickling that spread along the arch of his foot, his ankles, and then up his hamstrings.

But so it birthed at his fingertips… So it birthed at the tip of his ears as he… Felt… The cum was coating him, and slowly taking him down.

But he wasn’t afraid. Wasn’t terrorized as that semen swallowed him; it seeped into his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

He could breathe just fine, and at the same time, he felt a wholeness coming from Rogur’s movements outside. If the Orc moved, he felt he was moving. He felt the cum moving and sloshing.

He could feel the same, his perceptions stretching father than anything before. And he was at peace with it. Entirely at peace while he breathed the semen, now surrounded by it… Not drowning, not sinking. Merely enjoying it.

The warmth… The tickling sensation had grown beyond everything. The shoulders had been taken, even his chest, even his guts or his groin.

He also started to feel something between his legs. Perhaps a lack or an absence? A missing weight? He reached to scratch them, though he couldn’t find solace in pushing against his genitals.

However, that emptiness was quickly filled by other thoughts, by other sensations. By the heaviness of his body, by the power he could feel strumming in his hands and through his fingers. He was… He felt much different, to the point that his mind was captivated by the faint movements he could make.

Raising an elbow was different. So did the act of shifting his shoulders, though he couldn’t tell why. It was down to the feeling of exploring his muscles, contracting them, and finding some he wasn’t aware of.

It was akin to taking inventory, an outside observation of an inner perception. A listing of what he was to feel down, brushed by his thighs.

His erection poked against his guts as he felt the desire to brush it. To touch it. To hold it. To stroke it.

It felt much bigger inside his hand, throbbing against his palm. Likewise, the sensation when he brushed his glans was comparable to having Rogur’s hand, calloused and stiff.

But it was good. Good in the way it reminisced of his lover and yet was his own… A hand he could control, direct… One he could make hasten or slow down according to his exact desires without having to say a thing… Or mumble it between stiff breaths.

Rogur was a loving partner, quick to follow orders. But there was something else in doing it himself, in… Acting without delay or restriction or limitations.

Anver’s fingers danced upon his flesh, pumping while he stretched his other limbs. He even took another sip of cum while he pumped. While he stroked. While he squeezed. While he grunted. While he pushed. At the same time, his fingers dug into his veiny skin.

All the while, unaware of what was happening outside. But he could feel the hit growing in intensity, battering against the wall of his ‘cage’ of flesh and cum… of his musky enclosure that was delightful to be in, a soothing presence for his sore body. And he sighed, sighed and stretched his limbs again, feeling the twitch inside his legs while that orgasm came near.

It was coming near, so near. But he couldn’t stop. Not even as the tusks dug into his lip or his jaws clenched. Not as his entire self was absorbed, the bulging muscles covered with veins betraying his heartbeat and the intense pleasure he was to sense…

Then, as he felt the climax… As he felt the explosion inside his groin, he was… Dragged.

Like a flow, a river… A flood that was dragging him along.

Similar to the flood, as Rogur grunted, clutching his cock and feeling that the flow of precum, that flood, had turned more dense. The large Orc grunted and growled, feeling his cock in his palm, normal, while his swollen testicles were clenched and squeezed.

Only one had to be squeezed, but it mattered little to the Orc’s body as he felt their contents being pushed upward… And felt, in return, the arms pushing against the tubes, the elbows moving fast and quick… The presence of another liquid down his groin, pumped at a pace that was almost as intense as his own.

And with it… he felt the pressure going up his groin, his prostate, his cock… What he felt going downward went upward, pushing against the limits of his anatomy.

His cock, back to its natural shape, bulged against thanks to the presence inside. The head crowned first, then the shoulders, the arms, the sizable chest, the waist, and the thighs.

It wasn’t something done without movement. The squirming was obvious, and that hard cock was stroked while rubbing against Rogur’s urethra. The Orc felt the burn and the joy of… pushing Anver out.

His partner, his Lover, his second half had been stroking and enjoying himself within him, and from the feel inside his swollen testicles and urethra, he’d been cumming, too.

They’d been cumming together, as it was required… As it was important.

And with a cry, with another squeeze with both hands, feeling Anver finally slipping through and with it the freedom… Rogur cried, finally drowning the fireplace in a white and steamy flood.

For a moment, as the cries finished to resonate and so followed the fizzling fire, there was but an awkward silence cut by heaving breaths. By difficult gasps and coughs. By the sound of someone swallowing something, whether it was cum or saliva.

Rogur gulped. He’d… Kept Anver for far longer than he thought possible. Maybe it had been a bad idea. Nevertheless, he’d… He’d kept him inside, enjoying the presence and the warmth of his lover, his partner, his… His little human against him.

As Rogur gasped, and his erection dwindled, he felt a hand on his cock. Another onto his mouth. His mind ran wild, feeling that touch was rougher and different. Bigger, too. But familiar. Oh, so familiar with the way the hand grabbed his cock, pulled down on his foreskin with a roughness the Orc had grown to like.

It could be no one else than the one he possessed, he owned, he’d kept warm. And so, with a growl, he wrapped his arms around that green skin coated with cum.

He felt the barrel-sized chest pressed against his while the mouths met, while the tusks hit one another, and the tongues danced.

They kissed, they growled. They grunted.

Finally, as the storm seemed to abate, so came the light. So came a moment of clarity for Anver and Rogur as they were pressed together, Anver’s hands grabbing Rogur’s face to hold him into a kiss… Until they parted ways, cum and saliva joining their mouths.

The air was thick with Orc musk, warm… The scent of cum filled their every breath as they watched one another.

It was still Anver, but different. Orcish. Green skin, rougher traits, and bigger, the same way Rogur was. But similar; the same eye color as the two meet together… And Rogur held Anver’s face close… So close.

“My small Human has grown bigger,” said Rogur, his voice brimming with joy.

“Your small Human has stayed in your balls too long,” laughed Anver, reaching for Rogur’s face. For another kiss. “That’s how it feels to be so big.”

Then came more kisses, more touches, more caresses as they explored each other’s bodies, finding the sensations and the self different.

“Was it painful?”

“No,” replied Anver with a grin, stepping back to stand up and flex. To present himself while gripping his half-hard cock… Cock he touched, stroked… Fingered. “It was perfect.”

“How did it feel? To be turned into an Orc?”

“How did it feel?” asked Anver, stopping… And then plunging a second finger inside his cock, stretching his urethra as easily as Rogur did. “Do you want to experience it?”