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I was marching the length of the border fence for the hundred and thirty-seventh time today. Dark clouds and thunder had been looming above for a while now, but I still hadn't seen any rain.

But that's okay. I wasn't looking for rain—I was looking for humans. Patrol was boring usually but someone had to keep us orcs safe from rampaging humans—and who better than Teg the Mighty?

Honestly I never felt all that Mighty but I had been saving up my pay and had finally saved up enough to buy an enchantment from our local mage. Today it was in my pouch, a magic gem that was supposed to give me control over humans.

I wasn't really sure how it would work in reality. I hoped the first human I met would be easy so I could practice.

But of course it didn't seem like anyone was going to try to invade today. Eventually it did start to rain, so I headed back to the guard station by the main road to get some shelter, and maybe a drink.

The storm was rough. Nobody would be going out in it.

Nobody with any sense, at least. I had actually gotten a good way through a nap when I heard horses arriving and a voice calling at the gate.

I grumbled and went out into the rain to see if whoever it was was cleared to go through.

It was humans, of course.

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Now, I haven't actually gotten to be around humans a lot. They're not all that interesting—usually on the scrawny side, with too much clothing or armor to make up for it. The guy driving this coach was no exception.

What was really interesting were the humans in charge—some of them could get even bigger than orcs. I wondered what the coach's occupant looked like.

Then I realized: Hey, it's my watch—I'm allowed to do an inspection.

The coachman tried to flag me down as I headed to the door, waving his letter of passage. “Hey! We're allowed to go through!"

“No," I said, faltering a bit as I realized communication might be a problem. I'm awful at the human language. “Um. Me… look in car."

“Our papers are in order. Please do not disturb the gentleman."

I shook my head. “Me… look for… trouble." I had just decided what I'd be saving up for next—a tutor or maybe a translation amulet.

Amulets reminded me. Oh yes. I reached into my pouch, pulled out the green gem, which glowed brightly in the gloomy downpour, and waved it in front of the coachman.

The human stopped short at the sight of it, his eyes drooping a little as the magic took hold. I could get to like this.

“Me look in car," I said. “You go back."

“Y… yes…" the human quit protesting and went back to his place at the front of the coach, moving a little jerkily.

Worth every penny. I kept the gem in my hand, just in case, and went up to the door of the carriage.

I opened the door.

I looked inside.

The human in the coach was enormous—he had to be at least three if not four times my weight and carried all of it in soft fatness that spilled out over his lap and sides. He was looking at me with an angry scowl for interrupting his journey, but at this point my interest was up and I only wanted to explore him.

I climbed in to the coach before he could collect himself enough to stop me with more than “hey, what are you d—", and raised the gem up, letting its light fill the cramped space and work its magic on him.

“Me look…" I said, before remembering a better word. “Inspect. Me inspect car. This … normal. All normal."

“Yes… sir…" the human said, his eyes going tired and dull like the coachman's had. Ooh, I could grow to like this.

“Off," I said, pointing to his clothes. “Show for inspect."

The human didn't hesitate, though his mass made his movements a little ungainly. Shirt and jacket came off, revealing acres of pale brown hairless flesh.

My dick stiffened almost immediately, an obvious bulge in the cloth I wore for support. Just the contrast was amazing against my own green hide and sturdy build. I moved next to the human and sank my hands into the deep flesh of his stomach, a softness that was irresistible. “Good. Me like."

I didn't really know how to ask for what I wanted next but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I shucked off my garment, letting the human see my full body, thick orc meat on display.

“You want," I said, holding up the gem and pointing to my arousal.

“I… want." The human whimpered a little—probably intimidated by my endowment.

“Come… uh… come taste."

The human got down to his knees with some deep grunting as he hefted his weight around. I could feel his bulk all along my thighs and lower legs as he assumed the position, stretching his mouth open to take in my thick shaft.

The feel of the human's warm wet mouth on me was good for a short while, but it was clear he wasn't good at what I wanted him to do—maybe he didn't have practice, maybe I was too thick for him, maybe the gem didn't know how to make him move the way I wanted. Whatever the cause, after a bit too much in the way of teeth from him I pulled him off my shaft and figured I should show him how it was done.

To be honest, I was curious too—the human's massive gut had been hiding his crotch, so I had no idea what he was packing down there. I made him lie down on the bench where he had been sitting, and sat beside him to take a look between his legs.

I was not disappointed. Accumulations of fat in the enormous expanse under his belly had managed to hide all but the tip of his cock from view—the rest was buried.

He'd probably have more to work with if he was hard, I thought, and then wondered why he wasn't. I was having a lot of fun. Maybe the gem wasn't letting him…?

“You like," I said, brandishing the gem again. “You be hard for me."

The human immediately gave out a needy moan as his dick started to stiffen. It wasn't big by any means, but if I reached my hand deep into the soft fat surrounding it, I could find several inches of buried stiffness.

I didn't let the moment go to waste—I squeezed my face in between the human's heavy thighs and went to work, sucking and slurping his poor buried shaft as best I could.

I can't even come close to telling you how good the human tasted. The scent of his bulk pervaded, mixed with the sweat of the day. The powerful human taste set off a primal hunger and I went to work on him with especial vigor, pressing my nose deep into him so I could take his cock, just barely, down the back of my throat.

He moaned softly as I put my hands to work as well—massaging over his rump, sliding my hand between those two soft pillowy cheeks and toying with that deep, damp hole.

I knew I would be taking that hole soon, but first things first. I could tell by the way the human was squirming that he was losing control of himself—and my mouth was there and ready.

I pulled back off his cock a little so I could catch it in my mouth, and it was a matter of seconds before pulse after pulse of his shaft was flooding my tongue with thick and sticky human seed—a little sweeter than anything I'd ever had from an orc.

I swallowed it down, slurping up every drop I could, before deciding to go in for the real prize. I turned the human on his back, lifting his legs up, and started sliding my girth along the deep crevice that concealed his hole.

“N…no…" he managed to stammer out, barely audible over the sound of the rain. “Please—" His body was so tense.

“Is good," I said, putting the gem down on his hefty belly, where its light could fill the dark inside the coach. “You like. No hurt. No fight." Why would anyone turn down a good time? Orcs always play together like this. “Me friend."

The human's eyelids drooped like he was falling asleep. “No…" he tried again, but his resistance was gone.

I groaned softly as my dick sank into the human's incredibly soft hole. As I hilted for the first time I just stopped where I was to enjoy what I was feeling.

Orcs just don't get this big. I mean, I'm sure we could if we tried, but nobody gets to live a life like that. This human…

I wasn't even thinking of my own pleasure as I thrust into him. I was fully engrossed in every little motion of his body, from the way his belly would slosh up towards his chest and back again, all the way down to how his shaven cheeks quivered.

“You… good," I said, and felt a little sheepish for not having the words I wanted. In Orckish I added on, “your body's a fucking poem," the words a deep rumble as I slid in and out of him. “I'd keep a stable with ten of you, to enjoy at every hour of the day."

I leaned over him, pressing my face into the vast expanse of his belly as he brought me closer and closer to climax. I slammed in as deep as I could—knowing I'd never be able to hilt him fully with the thickness of his rump intervening. It drove me wild to imagine how sweet those last deep inches I'd never be able to reach must be.

I shot a thick and hefty load into him, the both of us panting hard as heavy globs of orcseed dripped from his hole and down my shaft, pooling between my balls and the curve of his ass.

I pulled out and put my garment back on, taking the gem and putting it back in my pouch.

The human looked up at me with an expression I couldn't really understand.

“Me… thank you. All good." I left the coach, told the driver he was good to go, and went back into the guard station, where I lost myself in the smell of the big human that still covered me. I stroked myself and fantasized about playing with enormous slabs of humankind until the rain stopped and my whole chest and stomach were coated in cum.

It would have been nice to spend more time with that human, the next time he came through our territory. But before the week was out, human soldiers came and torched our town—no, not on my watch!—and we had to flee to marsh country.

I never did see him again.