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The bazaar at Krasta; it was a hive of activity. Adventurers from all over the world came there to stock up on supplies. Every race could be found there; humans, orcs and furrykin of all species. They all met there and an uneasy peace was held, while in the city limits at least. There was nothing you could not find at the bazaar, all the finest artisans from across the continent sold their wares in its many shops and stalls. Mages plied their trade, along with clerics, blacksmiths and a thousand other craftsmen. It was the only place in the world where you could buy a battleaxe, magic wand, wedding dress and the latest line in artisanal chocolates. Though what sort of party you would be attending afterwards I couldn't say.

Jerr'ers was a tiny shop in a small back alley of the bazaar. The owner was a powerful mage, who named the shop after himself, it dealt mostly in potions. Of course these weren't the usual disease curing potions, or wound healing, or even just ones that got you so high you could see the clouds below you. These potions were of a more… intimate nature.

Love potions, well of a sort. Some were highly illegal, after all a person under the grip of a love potion could hardly be said to be consenting. Though Luke wasn't really looking for a potion like that, he didn't think he'd need it, not for what he had planned. The slender cleric had been waiting all his life to be sent to Krasta, his order was based deep inside the human empire and there were desires he was never able to indulge at home.

He had spent years working his ways into the good graces of the head of his order. Then he had used all the favours he had built up over years to get assigned to the caravan to Krasta, they only sent one a year to buy supplies and sell some wares; mostly charm scrolls and blessings the clerics crafted. This would be his one chance to try it out, to see if what he imagined was as good as he dreamed it would be. Trembling a little he opened the door to Jerr'ers and entered.

Dusty was one word to describe the shop, behind the counter was a young cheetah. Luke had never really spoken to a furrykin before and this one looked angry at him. outraged in fact that a customer was breaking the quiet solitude of the day. “What do you want?" The beast demanded glancing up and down the human's robes. “Cleric? Ha! Your sort usually keep their pious selves away from my shop." The cheetah snarled, but Luke knew he was exaggerating, Jerr'ers was a Unicorn name, the furrykin was just a rather rude employee of the mage; it wasn't his shop.

That might explain the state of the shop, obviously the owner never came to visit. The cheetah must deliver the day's takings when he collected new stock. The shelves and floor were covered in dust so thick he couldn't make out the colour of the wood, some of the labels on the bottles could barely be read. Speaking of which the shop was lined with shelves each one with rows of bottles. No two were alike, every bottle was a different shape and colour, each one labelled in basic and Unicorn, Luke could read both.

“I'm… looking for a potion," the human muttered, pulling down the hood to his robe revealing his black messy hair. It was slightly longer than most clerics, but he liked it that way.

“Well I should bloody well hope so, this is after all a potion emporium," snorted the cheetah. Calling the dingy shop an emporium was rather grandiose, clearly the little store clerk had an ego far bigger than his body. There would be a story behind it, the feline definitely thought the job was beneath him.

“I… am looking for something that would help me attract a certain kind of person," the human whispered keeping his eyes firmly away from the cheetah's face.

“Half our customers are looking to get laid, you need to be more specific. What are you looking to nail? Human, elf, orc, unicorn, furrykin and what species of such…?" the cheetah gave a lascivious grin as he leaned over the counter “if it's feline cock you're after I could let you suck mine, it'd be cheaper than a potion, well half price for a human."

“O...orc," the human whispered blushing heavily, his brown eyes focusing on a nearby label. It was an amber potion which 'guaranteed a horny night with a unicorn'.

“Ohhh, you want one of those brutes… you don't exactly look strong enough to please one, but then you did come here so I guess you already know that," the clerk snorted as he looked over the human. “Have you ever fucked an orc before? Seriously their females look just like their males, they are like dwarves that way. No tits, still a pussy's a pussy… and I would know."

The lewd comments of the shopkeeper made the human blush deeper, he trembled his nerves fraying. However, he had been dreaming of this night for years. Ever since he first saw an orc; he had just been eighteen when a band of adventurers had passed through their monastery. They had an orc captive with them. One whiff of his manly stench had been enough, there was no doubt about the brute's raw power. Seven foot of muscle, a broad round gut and defiant eyes. Muscles that gleamed in the light, slick with sweat. Luke had wanted to taste him, to suck on his maleness and drink every drop.

He had lost count of the number of times he had thought about that male, about that day. He had jerked his cock until it was raw many times over that thought. Now was his chance, to find one of those brutes and to get the night he desired, all he needed was something to make sure he didn't fail. “M… male please."

“Haha, I knew you were a dirty cocksucker, the second you came in I could smell it on you," the cheetah leered with a grin only a feline could pull off. “Of course an orc will rip you in half, they are not gentle lovers. I'd ask you if you wanted a potion to get you on top but we both know you don't want that, do you little man?"

“I… no.. thank you, just a potion to get an orc," the human admitted he could feel his entire body on fire with the heat of his embarrassment.

“For how long, a day, a week," the cheetah leaned over and whispered. “A lifetime…? We can do that you know, get you one for life. If that's what you want."

The human gulped and shook his head, “No… I mean yes, but my order they…"

“Well they wouldn't accept you, but his tribe would if he took you as his bondmate, they would be honour-bound to welcome you," the cheetah sad and then whispered. “It's not cheap of course, but then you do know that orc's share their bondmates with their entire tribe right?"

Luke almost dropped the bottle he was pretending to inspect as he heard those words and they thought sank into his brain. To not go back to the monastery, to run off with an orc, to live with those beasts, sharing their beds every night...could it be real? Even the most powerful love potions could only last a day or so, how could one work for a lifetime. “I… how much?"

“Five hundred gold coins," the cheetah said with a chuckle a knowing smile still on his face.

“I only have four hundred," the human replied his heart sinking, hoping the cheetah would try to haggle, he really did only have four hundred but if the feline tried to barter he would probably be able to get the potion for four hundred.

“Well you can get a one night potion for that," the feline replied making the human's heart sink. “or… maybe we could work out a deal."

“A… deal?" Luke asked the trembling in his voice making the cheetah feel far more superior.

“Well it's been a slow day, I've been bored and I can't leave to find something...fun to do," the feline replied with a purr. “I could really use a distraction, so… you come over here and distract me for a few minutes… if you know what I mean."

“D...distract you?" the human asked, he knew where this was headed, but he was hoping that he was wrong. Although the feline wasn't unattractive, he was far too lithe for the human's tastes. He liked girth and muscle and the feline was fur and bone.

“Oh let's not play this game, I already asked if you wanted to suck me off," the feline growled softly and the dominance in his voice definitely made something inside the human stir. “Now get over here and I will give you something to drink and after that I will give you your potion and you will spend the rest of your life with an orc tribe. Trust me those virile fuckers will make sure you never go a day without making you happy you did; and as a special gift an extra potion, one that will mean for the first week he can fuck you as roughly as he wants, no pain."

Trembling and yet resolute the human took a few steps forward, the cheetah was dressed in a light cotton shirt and some brown flaxen pants. Cheap and dirty, just like their owner. The human hadn't even got his name and yet as he walked around the counter he looked down to see a pink shaft already pulled out of his pants and dripping. “You're a cleric right, you ever sucked a cock before?"

“I… yes...once," the human admitted, it had been a rather fun day right up until his father had caught him with his lips around his sablehand's cock. Then it had been off to the monastery to learn how to be a good son and not a disappointment, he had a feeling he had never learned that lesson.

“Well then, you already know what to do. So get to it," the cat snorted, the disappointment clear in his voice, he had wanted to be the first to take the human's mouth. Second place was a long way behind, but still not that bad. It didn't matter anyway, Luke knew what he had to do. Dropping to his knees the human found the cock dominating his world. It was musky and ripe, a trickle of pre drooling down the tip. A circle of spines spread around the base, he wondered for a moment how they would feel inside him. However, that wasn't part of the price and he certainly wanted to save that for the orc of his dirty dreams.

His hand trembled a little as he reached out to take the cock, it was so hot in his paw. He squeezed it gently in his fingers and the feline moaned deeply," mmm that's it cleric...now put it in your mouth and suck until you taste cum." The human blushed hard and was glad he was dressed in his full robe, the fabric was so loose there was no way for the cheetah to see just how turned on he was by the animal's dominant nature

Not wanting to anger the shop-clerk, lest he remove or alter their bargain, Luke did as he was ordered. His lips sealed around the cocktip, it felt hot on his tongue and the musky flavour was almost too much. Despite himself the human moaned in pleasure pressing down and taking more of the shaft into his mouth. The feline purred above him and then he felt two paws landing on his head. “Mmm yeah, that's a good pinkskin bitch, go on use your tongue you little whore."

The words did nothing but inflame the cleric's ardour, he dove his head down on the cock; his tongue worming around the hot, firm flesh. He could taste the grime of a sweaty warm day on the meat pole and yet the taste wasn't unpleasant. It was addictive; his mouth and tongue grew quickly hungry for more. Without a command from the feline the human began to bob his head quickly on the hot rod. Luke was able to take the full length into his mouth, the spiny barbs at the base tickled his lips in a way that was almost pleasant. He couldn't help but wonder how such spines would feel elsewhere.

“Fuck...oh shit, that's good. You like the taste don't you? Fucking clerics are always the horniest fuckers. All big robes and long words in public…" as he spoke the cheetah began to thrust his hips. The paws holding Luke's head gripped tighter and he could feel claws pricking his skin. “But in private...mmm…. It's all 'please Sir fuck my ass'….ohhh shit yeah… right little cleric whore?"

There was no way for the human to respond, Luke was held firm; the cheetah had slipped off his stool and was standing holding his head as his cock fucked into Luke's face, fast and hard. The tip pushing right to the back of his throat, he tried his best to use his tongue on the flesh. Inside his robes his cock was begging him for some attention. However, he wasn't going to give the beast the satisfaction of jerking off as the cheetah used him.

“Fuck… you know that's what you… ahhhh… are, right? Sucking my cock for coin, like a common harlot, you pious prick!" The cheetah was snarling now, his balls smacking off the human's lips as he bred the cleric's mouth as roughly as a feral breeding any warm moist hole. There was no care or tenderness, just his own wants and desires that he was fulfilling on the bitch beneath him. “You're loving it too… mmmmmppp… you love sucking my filthy cock don't you cleric whore? I can smell your arousal, I'm a furrykin after all."

The pulsing heat of his embarrassment almost scorched his cheeks, the animal knew he was loving every moment of his degradation. The cock in his mouth was reaming faster and faster. With each thrust he almost choked, musky sweaty nuts smacked lewdly off his chin, moist with his own spittal. “Oh shit...oh fuck… swallow it you bitch!" The cheetah practically roared and a second later the human knew just what 'it' was as a powerful blast of seed hit the back of his throat. The feline cum was potent, musky and yet oddly milky with a hint of exotic spices, cinnamon and cardamom danced on his tongue.

With his head held firmly, a cock fucking his lips, and his mouth rapidly flooding, Luke did the only thing he could; he swallowed. Gulp after gulp of the animal's potent cum, he closed his eyes and wondered what it would be like to take an orc. How much rougher than this furrykin would he be, would he be bigger too, what would he taste like? As he pondered this the cheetah finished, pulling his cock out of the human's lips then wiping the tip dry on Luke's blushing cheeks. “Mmm there you go." The cheetah purred as he put his cock away inside his pants.

The animal didn't even pause afterwards, just walked away leaving the human with cum dripping from his lips, chin and cheeks. “Right so, one orc forever potion and one of our week long stallion lover drinks." Walking down the aisles of bottles he selected two, a bloodred potion and a light pink one, in twisted glass vials. “Here you go, four-hundred gold please."

Luke looked at the labels, the pink one promised 'one week pain free no matter the size of your stallion 50 gold.' The other was a little more cryptic 'brings a new life for one who would live with the greenskins 350 gold.' However, his wonder over the meaning of those words vanished as he did the math in his head, “hey, this comes to four-hundred gold!"

“Yes it does," the cheetah replied with a wink and a broad grin. “You think your mouth is worth a hundred gold, fuck I can mount a dragon whore for a hundred at the brothel down the street."

“B… but you…"

“Yes I did, take it up with our complaints department if you want. Now are you gonna pay or not?" The cheetah had a cocky smirk on his face. It was clear to the human he wasn't the first person the feline had conned into servicing him. He wouldn't be the last either, there was nothing more to do but hand over the cash and go find the orc of his wet dreams. Besides he had liked it, and the cheetah knew it.

Cash was exchanged for goods and just as Luke was leaving the door opened and the light was blotted out as a huge black furred minotaur entered. He gave one sniff of the human and laughed," up to your usual tricks Kal? How long until your curse wears off and you can leave this place."

“Six fucking months," the cheetah replied with a snarl. “It's a bit much, all I did was try to make a dishonest living."

“Ha! It weren't the stealing that Jerr'ers took offence too, it was you using his own stock to deflower his daughter" laughed the bull as Luke left.

“Well see that was just one…"

“And his youngest son," added the bull with a smirk.

“ Now he...was too naive for his own good, testing potions for stra…"

“And his wife!"

“That was not my fault, she used a potion on me, the harlot!" Insisted the indignant feline.

“Ha! Now did that cum soaked human have one of them orc love potion?" The bull asked as he began to browse the bottle labels.

“Yeah, apparently he has been searching for the orc of his dreams and he was willing to suck my cock for a hundred gold off the price. Well the price with a hundred gold added too it, dumb fuck didn't check the labels, “the cheetah chuckled and then added. “Of course he loved sucking on my cock, horny little fucker just wants to be used, he's perfect for an orc."

“You warn him about the side effects of that particular potion?" Roger asked as he examined a couple of bottles.

“Fucking hell Roger, it's just my job to sell the potions, he didn't ask so it's his fucking problem if he bought something he can't handle," snorted the cheetah with conviction, he really didn't give a shit what happened to the horny cleric. He would get what he paid for and maybe a lot more than he expected. “So what can I get for you today Roger?"

“Well the missus caught sight of the stallion next door, hasn't stopped hinting at the size of his todger," Roger sniffed with an offended air. “I thought I might get a potion or two…"

“Stallion cock potion, one of our best sellers…"

“Naw forget that horsey shit, fucking moo cow thinks my damn todger ain't enough? Get me a canine one, gonna knot the bitch then let her see what a blessing my girth is," snorted the bull.

“Nice! I like the way you think, you horny reprobate!" Laughed Kal as he selected a bottle from the shelf. “Anything else?"

“Ah,I thought you might give me something to make her breasts more of a treat," the bull grunted. "It's not like we have calves anymore and I am fucking sick of milk. If I have to knot to her for a while I could use something a bit fruitier to sup between bouts."

“Ah well we have quite the selection of breast enhancers." The cheetah chuckled waving to a shelf filled with bottles. “Apple, pear, banana, orange, grape, mango, vanilla, malt whiskey…"

“Malt whiskey!" Exclaimed Roger, in a moo that made the bottles on the shelf rattle. “Who the fuck thought of that one?"

“Special request from the Prince, I think he wanted it for a couple of his harem boys for one of his fancy parties," observed the cheetah as if commenting on the weather. “We keep a few bottles in stock, it's a bit over your price range. We do ale too, a nice strong stout."

“Ha! Tempting, though that might have the other bulls sniffing around my Rosie gal's breasts, you got melon?" The bull replied as he browsed the bottles.

“Ah of course, honeydew or watermelon?"

“You seen Rosie, those fucking udders are watermelons, not fucking tiny honeydews!" The two cackled with laughter, as the cheetah grabbed a second bottle off the shelf.

“That'll be two-hundred and fifty gold," the cheetah said as he wrapped the bottles up in brown paper.

“Any chance of a discount, a real one?" Enquired Roger with a knowing look.

“Well that human just took the normal fifty gold blow job…"

“Well fuck! Under the tail is fine, but that better be a seventy-five gold saving," the bull observed unbuckling his pants letting them drop and placing his paws on the shop counter.

Kal's pants dropped shortly afterwards, as he lined up his cock with the bull's brown pucker he observed, “now this is what I call job satisfaction."

“Ha! Call it what you like, it's still piss-poor customer service!" Roger snarled and then bellowed a deep moo at the top of his lungs as the cheetah thrust in hard and deep. “Watch them fucking barbs!"

Outside the shop Luke had stopped at a rainbutt to wash the cheetah's cum off his face. He clutched the potions tightly as he walked through the streets. There was an orc inn on the outskirts of the city; they didn't let greenskins stay inside the city in large numbers. That was just common sense, orcs love to drink and fight. In fact the more they drink, the more they fight and the more they fight the more they drink. This unfortunate spiral had led to several all out street wars between visiting tribes; half the city had been set on fire and about a dozen orcs were killed, scores more injured. The night was fondly remembered by the orc survivors as a great night out and by the non orc survivors as a bloody nightmare.

The inn wasn't hard to find, before he could see it he could hear it. Loud voices laughing raucously and singing dozens of different songs in orc tongue. The cleric could write it but hearing the language was a new experience. Luke's heart began to tremble as he approached the building, there was no going back now. The gold he had used had been his entire life savings, they paid junior clerics almost nothing. It had been saved from tips from the villagers he had helped heal over the years. There was no way he could throw all that away without at least one night of passion.

He looked down at the two bottles, then he opened the stallion lovers potion. It smelled of roses and his hand was trembling as he took a sip. The taste of sweet honey, with a hint of rose, it slipped down easily and before he knew it the bottle was empty. The cleric paused as he tried to sense any reaction, he felt nothing and he looked at the bottle wondering if he just paid a fortune for some sugar water. Jerr'ers had a reputation for delivering; research was one thing he was good at and he had been very thorough before he stepped foot in that shop.

Guessing that he had had all the reaction he would get he opened the other. The red liquid had the viscosity of treacle and tasted oddly of liquorice. He tilted the bottle back and sucked on the end, swallowing mouthful after sickly mouthful until the bottle seemed empty. Pausing he sighed as he felt nothing once more. He eyed the door to the inn from afar and wondered if it was a good idea to go in, not knowing that the potion had worked. When he took a step towards it he felt something, a warmth growing inside his stomach, spreading lower. The warmth lasted only for a few moments and then passed, however, the cleric felt wonderful afterwards. He knew at least one of the potions had done something, it gave him the confidence to start walking towards the inn again.

The building was run down a sign above the door proudly proclaimed,' Te Inn'. An apt name for the place, the noise grew louder as Luke approached and he saw a hulking figure wander in the door. He stopped a few meters from the door trembling a little with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

For a few seconds he stood a war raging in his mind between the desire to fulfil his every dark fantasy and the want to run back to the monastery where he knew it was safe. Safe and boring, safe and sexless, safe and where his damned father forced him to be. No, he was going to do what he wanted; he was going to find the biggest orc he could and let that brute fuck him every which way it desired and he was going to love every, filthy, dirty moment. If it lasted a single night or a thousand.

Stepping forward with purpose the human pushed at the wooden door. The noise inside was almost deafening, a hundred voices all screaming or singing at once. His eyes feasted on a glorious sight, orcs everywhere of all shapes and sizes. Drinking, singing, fighting, some orcs were openly kissing and groping each other.

Most wore only simple leather loincloths, a few were in armour and everyone had at least one weapon. Many had clubs, but there was a range of swords, battleaxes, war hammers and even a few staffs. The overabundance of weaponry certainly gave the place an unfriendly feel. For a moment Luke wondered if he had made a mistake, he could have tried to meet an orc outside, one on one, rather than face an entire inn full at once. Though supposedly he should be safe, the peace at Krasta was respected by all parties, even those at open war could be friends in the neutral city. The peace had been maintained for centuries, the city often acting as neutral ground for peace talks.

Of course that was between peoples, nation states, a lone human visits an orc bar and is never seen again… maybe nobody cares. The orcs and humans had been at peace for an unprecedented length of time, a whole five years. The orcs had backed off after losing the last big battle. Though most humans knew to still be wary. There was an old saying 'an orc backing away for a fight is just wanting space for a proper run up.'

Luke wasn't sure what he was expecting, the place to stop and go deathly silent just because a human walked in? Nothing happened, a few orcs seemed to notice him and point him out, though he did not feel anything particularly unfriendly or malicious in their glances. Most paid him no attention at all. A big question rose in the human's mind, what next? He hadn't really thought this part through, he assumed the potion would have taken care of it, yet there was no orc trying to seduce him, no-one vying for his attentions. He was just standing alone in a crowd of orcs.

The door opened behind him and he was shoved roughly out of the way by an incoming orc, the brute didn't even look at him, just shoved him out of his way like he didn't matter. Trying to stop himself trembling or looking uncomfortable the human started to walk over to the bar. Figuring that a drink might help settle his nerves and that clearly standing in the doorway would just piss off those orcs looking to use the door.

He found himself standing at the bar, an orc to the left and right of him, both with their backs turned to him. Not that they turned when he arrived, they were just talking, or rather shouting at friends before he walked into the gap. A giant meaty green hand slammed into the bar and he jumped and looked at the barkeep. He was an orc, a large pot bellied beast, his skin the colour of healthy wet marsh grasses. His eyes narrowed at the human and a smile spread across his lips, two huge fangs stuck out of his lower lip either side of his mouth.

Fang length was something of a fashion statement in orc society, some trimmed them neat, others let them grow long. Luke liked the long ones, they made the beasts look even more feral. He wondered how they would feel when he kissed an orc. Looking at the barkeep he gulped and asked in as loud a voice as he dared, “one ale please."

The orc regarded him for a moment, as if judging him. Luke gulped and tried to show no outward signs of fear. Eventually the orc gave a nod and moved to grab a tankard, filling it from one of the barrels behind him. It slammed on the bar beside Luke, slopping some of its contents, “grogg!" Snorted the orc, the word bellowed with such fierce confidence that Luke felt his cock swell just hearing his commanding voice.

Luke placed a coin on the bar and the huge meaty hand grabbed it quickly and the orc leaned across and sniffed. Then he grinned wide eyed at the human, "brave boy!" He observed and then gave Luke what he probably considered a light tap on the shoulder to show some friendship. The 'little tap' had enough force behind it that Luke almost fell over and his shoulder screamed in pain, the sting hanging around afterwards.

“T… thank you," replied Luke as he eyed the huge tankard, there was at least a yard of ale in the mug, black as the night and with a strong aroma. Of course the entire place had a strong aroma, old leather, musk and animal furs. It was like pure bestial maleness being pumped into his lungs. The mug was so heavy Luke had to use both hands to pick it up and take a sip. The taste was surprisingly nice, deep and potent, bitter and hoppy. He had drank many worse pints in human taverns, the sip turned into a gulp and then he carefully placed the tankard down.

With a nervous eye he inspected the tankard itself. Made of a light metal with engravings all around, one huge handle; made for hands far bigger than his, far bigger thirsts too. The engravings were orcs, fighting humans and then as he turned around the next scene made him blush. The orcs had won, the humans lay dead at their feet, expect for a man with a crown, who was on his knees in front of what was clearly an orc king. The human had a grimace on his face as the orc king defiled his mouth with his cock.

Clearly the orcs took victory in battle very seriously, what they did to prisoners of war had become stuff of legend. Just thinking of the mighty orc taking his rightful pleasures in victory sent a shiver down his spine, his cock throbbed with desire. While he looked at the image the door opened again, a large group of orcs entered, accompanied by a couple of minotaurs and even a young slender unicorn. The leader of the group had his arm around the beautiful creature and shared a few knowing smirks with other patrons. It was clear to Luke what the orc was planning to do, the unicorn's expression was a mixture of great arousal, with a hint of fear and doubt. But for the fur and horn, Luke could have been looking in a mirror.

Although in that moment he felt as green as any orc, the unicorn was already where he wanted to be. It seemed like the potion he had drank was just overpriced sugar water after all. Looking around he wondered if he should start up a conversation, but he couldn't think what to say 'hi, you're an orc' seemed a bit stupid. 'Hi, I'm a human' very obvious, just 'hi' didn't seem like something an orc would listen too. Hell he would have to yell it with some force to be heard over the din.

This was the whole reason he bought the damned potions, to save him needing to go and find himself an orc. They were to bring them to him, all horny and eager. A horny eager orc wasn't too much to ask for, it certainly wouldn't do too much asking and he didn't want it to ask more than once. While he was musing on the failure of the night a large hand pushed him to one-side. The push was a gentle one, by orc standards, the young cleric almost stumbled.

“Huh, pinkskin," observed the orc that pushed him. He was a brute, towering over Luke by a clear foot, maybe more, certainly he was at least seven foot tall. His shoulders were broad and rippling with the natural muscle of his species. The brute's shoulders were covered in a cape made from a bearskin. A cavebear from the northern marches, Luke had only ever read of those beasts. They were twice the height of an orc and deadly to encounter. The head of the beast was still attached and formed a helmet for the beast.

Purple eyes were regarding the human with what Luke hoped was amusement, and what he dreamed might be lust. A grin was spread across his face, a scraggy short beard framed his huge lower jaw. Two huge fangs poked out from his purple lower lips. His skin was olive green except on the palms of his hands, which were like giant shovels. Those huge mitts were at least five or size times the size of the human's.

Luke trembled with nerves and desire as he looked up at the brute. That was the word that best fitted him, a towering mass of muscles with a sizeable gut to boot. The human's nose was filled with his rank, akin to that of a lion. It spoke of authority, powerful musky and with strong leathery overtones. The scent bypassed his brain and ran screaming to his cock, making it throb inside his robes. Oh god how badly he wanted to get a closer sniff, to touch to taste, his tongue felt dry at the prospect.

“Grogg! For me and the pinkskin!" The orc shouted slamming his hand down on the bar with a thump, that matched the skip in Luke's heart. The orc had just ordered him a drink.

“Thanks, but I have a drink," the human muttered and then chided himself for rebuffing the offer. He'd waited for what felt like hours but was almost certainly minutes, then rebuffed the first orc who acknowledged him.

The orc glanced at the tankard and picked it up, shoving it into Luke's hands, black ale spilled onto his robe, soaking through and making the human stink of stout ale. Luke looked up and muttered, “you want me to drink it?"

“Ha! You in orc bar, orcs don't drink, we quaff," as he spoke the orc grabbed the bottom of the tankard and forced it up to Luke's lips. The human's eyes went wide as the orc continued to tip the tankard, he opened his mouth as a waterfall of ale started to run towards his face. “Quaff! Quaff! Quaff!" The orc chanted, slamming the bar with his free hand with each chant. Others in the bar picked up the shout, Luke's cheeks burned as every orc eye in the place watched him and chanted.

Bitter stout flooded his mouth, flowing over his cheeks and down his neck, soaking his clothes, he couldn't breath. The sound of the chant was deafening, hands, feet and hooves stamped with thunderous sound as the bar chanted. The orc continued to tip the tankard more and more ale poured there was no hope of gulping it all, his stomach already felt too full and yet he couldn't stop trying to chug the contents. He could feel the ale soaking his skin, his robe would need to be cleaned or he would have a foul stench of ale.

“Quaff! Quaff! Quaff!" Luke's lungs were screaming at him to breath and far more of the ale was spilling down his cheeks and clothes than actually getting into his stomach. He ignored the desire to breath; he wanted to try and impress, or at least amuse, the orc in front of him. A few more gulps and the flow of ale ran dry, the bar erupting in cheers as the orc held up the empty tankard as few drops of ale falling from the upside down mug and landing in Luke's hair. He was far too busy trying to breath, as several orcs slapped him on the back in congratulations.

The cheer was most welcome though, for the first time since Luke had entered the inn he began to relax. Though that might have been due to the large volume of ale swimming in his empty stomach. With a huge proud smile on his face the human looked up at the orc, who gave him a nod of approval that sent Luke to dizzying heights of joy he had never felt before. The orc had shown him the least bit of affection and that was more than he had ever dreamed of or wanted. The smile fell from Luke's face as he heard two huge thumps, as two tankards of grogg were slammed down on the bar. His stomach told him that if he tried to quaff that second tankard he was on his own and it would not be responsible for the protest it would be forced to make.

A huge belly laugh and slap on his back shook him out of his moment of fear, “don't worry pinkskin, Gronk not make you swallow too much…" The beast paused in his sentence and leaned down closer, his hot breath flowing over Luke's face the stench of ale, smoke and leather. “Well not swallow too much grogg...pretty pinkskin swallow much other things."

Luke couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face, it was everything he had ever desired to hear. The orc grabbed his own tankard and lifting it like it weighed nothing Gronk drained the full thing in a few seconds. Smashing down the tankard with a mighty belch and wiping his mouth with the back of his huge hand. “Gronk hungry!" The brute exclaimed with a snarl.

“Then you should eat," Luke observed in pure awe. The beast before him was everything he had imagined it would be, manliness in a form so pure no human could have ever lived up to it. A brutal animal, who acknowledges his desires and wants, with utmost confidence they will be fulfilled. Luke certainly imagined Gronk was capable of getting what he wanted from anyone.

“Eat!?" Exclaimed the orc loudly. “Orc's don't eat, we feast!" As he spoke the beast smacked his huge belly with his meaty palm. The slapping sound like the beating of a drunk. “Barkeep, food for Gronk and pinkskin. Grogg! NOW!" The last word was bellowed with absolute authority as the orc put his hand behind the human. “Come, we feast and then… other things."

The human's mind was racing as he thought of all the 'other things' he wanted to do with this brute of an orc. Eating wasn't at the top of the list, hell it wasn't in the top twenty. However, it was what Gronk wanted and there was one thing Luke knew; what Gronk wanted Gronk got. He prayed to every god, goddess he could think of that what Gronk wanted after food was him.

The orc wandered over to a nearby table, two orcs were sitting at it, “need table!" Gronk snarled, his hand reaching for his sword as he glared at the other orcs. For a moment Luke thought there would be a fight, the two orcs stood up hands on their weapons as well. Gronk didn't waiver and after a few seconds the other orcs backed off, grabbing their drinks and retreating.

Luke thought that an orc would be sexy, but he had no idea how turned on watching one just being himself would make him. The pure brutish alpha male was so strong, so dominant. All Luke wanted to do was kneel before the beast and do whatever he told him. He would do anything this Gronk wanted, as long as the brute wanted him to do more than clean his clothes and polish his sword (although that depended on which sword).

“What pinkskin name?" The question was more of a demand, spoken with absolute authority, he wanted Luke's name and there was a slight edge to the voice showing that not giving the orc what he wanted was not a good idea. It was also the idea furthest from Luke's mind.

“L… Luke," he stammered a little nervous, although the grogg in his stomach was definitely helping with his nerves. The inn had become a little fuzzier and his confidence levels were growing. The potion was working, he was going to get what he wanted and, if the other potion worked, he would get it just as hard as Gronk could give. Judging by the muscles on the orc that was probably hard enough to leave the human quite bruised but very happy.

“L'luke… Gronk like," smiled the orc as he took a long pull on his tankard, gulping loudly. He wiped his mouth once more with the back of his hand. Then nodded at Luke's tankard, “Drink L'luke! Or Gronk make you quaff!"

A snarl in the orc's voice let Luke know it wasn't an idle threat. Of course more grogg actually seemed like a good idea, he took a few deep mouthfulls of ale. Then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robe, the orc grinned at him, nodding encouragement. Luke wondered if he should correct the orc's mis-pronunciation of his name. However, he only pondered it for a moment, the orc could call him muck for all he cared, so long as he took him to his bed… assuming orcs had beds.

As he placed his tankard down a serving orc came by and slammed several plates down on the table. Roast meat spilled over; three chickens, several ham joints, a whole half a suckling pig, a joint of beef and a meat joint Luke couldn't identify. Gronk reached out grabbing a whole chicken, “Feast!" it was a command and a good idea, his alcohol muddled mind told him that he was hungry and he reached out for a greasy ham joint. There was no cutlery and no plates. So he bit into the joint, his mouth filling with the ham, as meat juices smeared over his face.

Gronk snarled and grunted as he demolished the chicken, pulling the bird apart with his fingers as he devoured the meat. He dropped the bones onto the floor without a care, reaching over he snatched the ham joint right out of Luke's hand, biting over where the human had taken several chunks. For a moment Luke was stunned, yet the act of pure dominance made his cock begin to swell. Reaching out he pulled a chicken leg off one of the other chickens.

The two ate quickly, though Gronk demolished far more than Luke, who slowed down after the chicken leg. Gronk snatched up the unidentified meat and took a few bites, Then he tossed it at Luke, it hit the human in the chest, “Horse is good, try it!" As with all of Gronk's words, it came out like an order. Luke could feel the orc's purple eyes watching him as he picked up the half eaten joint. He knew his actions were being judged, the orc was sizing him up, seeing if he would show any revulsion. Humans never ate horse, or dog, it just wasn't done. They also rarely ate meat others had already bitten. Orcs on the other hand eat everything they kill, which was anything that pissed them off. Well except other sentients, they had at least that line they would not cross.

Luke was shocked, not by what Gronk was asking. However, because he knew this was the moment, the make or break moment. Become an orc, or an orc's lover anyway, or walk away a human. He had expected a moment like this, though he thought it would come in the bedroom, he never expected it over grogg and food. Picking the meat up with both hands he turned it over, he could see the bite-marks, where Gronk and taken his fill. Then he looked up into the orc's purple eyes and lifted the meat, biting a full mouthful out, right over Gronk's teethmarks.

The smile on Gronk's face told him he had done the right thing. He swallowed the meat, it had a strange flavour, not exactly unpleasant but no match for chicken or ham for the human's tastes. The rest of the meal went quickly and without event. Gronk had accepted his eating companion and the two feasted until they were full. The orc taking far longer to fill, however eventually he sat back in his chair and drained his tankard, giving another loud belch of satisfaction.

Luke could feel the juices of the meal drying on his cheeks, he wiped his face clean on his robe. It was his only possession left in the word and it stank of ale and meat already. Not that it bothered him, his head was swimming in grogg and all he could think of was that there was one more meat he wanted to taste that night.

“More Grogg!" Gronk bellowed across the inn, it amazed Luke that the barkeep could hear and answer all the shouts for more ale. Of course the barkeep was also an orc and used to their ways, he rarely missed an order. It helped that orcs either bellowed for food or ale and nothing else. Nobody ever walked into 'te Inn' and asked for a Long walk along the beach at sunset, a tequilla sunrise or a daiquiri. Which forever saddened the barkeep, Nroc, it was like he wasted all that time learning to make the fiddly human drinks. He secretly liked to have a sneaky one, there's only so much grogg one can take before you want to taste something fruity, though he would never admit it to his orc customers. Someday someone was going to walk in the door, order a pina colada and Nroc would leap into action; though he would have to blow the dust off the little umbrella before he served it.

More grogg was served, Luke's half full tankard was taken away and replaced with a full one. A blessing and a gift from the barkeep; not an entirely selfless one, the floor on te Inn was filthy but vomit would have to be scrubbed up by someone. With the rosy glow of alcohol and the satisfaction of a full stomach Luke lay back in his chair and oogled his catch. Gronk did the same, noting the human's slender arms and legs; they would be easy to hold him by. Luke had a slight paunch to him, a bit of cushion to allow for a rougher pushing. Hips slightly full, giving just a hint of femininity. Of course Gronk was aware human females had those large mounds on their chests; boobs. So he knew this human was definitely male, whatever he may smell like.

A huge tongue licked the orc's thick lips as he examined the human, those brown eyes stared back at him, so full of lust. The boy was clearly an innocent, but not for long. With his meal settled by another tankard of grogg the orc got to his feet, he grabbed Luke's wrist firmly, but not painful. “Gronk want sex!"

Luke's heart caught in his throat, it was everything he had been hoping for. Yet to hear it aloud, no pretence and no real seduction; just a simple statement of desire. His cock sprung back to life and he shot to his feet. The hand engulfing his wrist was huge, the muscle behind it was like pure steel, there was no doubt in Luke's mind, if he wanted, Gronk could take him permission or not. Of course the human was more than willing, this was everything he had desired and more. “O...ok." Was all he said before he found himself stumbling along behind the orc as he pushed through the throng to the stairs.

Gronk must have rented a room, Luke realised as the orc dragged him at top speed up the stairs. He led the human down a long corridor and forcefully slammed open a door. Luke found himself practically thrown into the room. His back slammed into a wall, but before he could do more than gasp in surprise two thick orc lips were pressed to his.

Suddenly his mouth was alive with flavour, as a thick tongue forced its way inside. Gronk's tongue plundered his mouth deeply, the orc taking and tasting what he wanted dominantly. All Luke could do was hold still and take what he was given, fortunately what he was being given was his every desire and dream come to life. He suckled happily on the thick, writhing, tongue. The taste of meat, grogg, smoke and musk; a heady mixture that made him hunger for more. The feel of the huge tusks pushing into his lips and cheek was alien and yet so sexual. It was a constant reminder, as if he needed one, that he was making out with an animal in vaguely human shape.

His arms went around the orc's neck, his fingers running along powerful, huge, orc muscles. They felt like smooth rock beneath his fingers, but hot and moist with sweat. His aching cock felt a waft of wind as his robe was lifted. The kiss was broken and his world was smothered in brown cotton as his robe was pulled up over his head and off. Gronk dropped the cloth and snorted, his head dived and Luke squealed as he felt orc tusks and lips kissing up and down his neck.

He wanted to return Gronk's affections, but he had no idea how or what he should do. The orc's meaty hand landed on his chest, forcing him back against the wall. The wood was bare and rough, yet Luke couldn't pay any attention to the discomfort, not while a sexy orc was nibbling on the nape of his neck. Hot huffs of breath flowed down his skin, the pink flesh stained brown, in places, by the grogg he had spilled while quaffing. Gronk's tongue lapped up the sticky mixture of ale and sweat, grunting in delight. The slippery appendage was broad and powerful, like it's owner. It quested along the human's flesh, his teeth suddenly closed around Luke's shoulder, long fangs poking into his skin making Luke gasp and shudder.

A moment later the pressure was released, then the orc's mouth slipped lower. His tongue rasped over the naked and nearly hairless chest of the slender human. Teeth and tusks grazing Luke's nipples, his young voice crying out in bliss. In such a ramshackle building anybody nearby would have heard. Neither of them cared who heard or knew what they were doing. Gronk would have happily fucked the human in the bar, but Nroc bitched when people did that. Besides, some other orc might have wanted a go on the hot human slut, and this night was one Gronk didn't want to share a bitch such as Luke.

Orc hands grabbed his shoulders, the heat of his touch made Luke's skin tingle. His grip was iron, there was no give in those fingers, he held the human in the position he desired. Luke would only be released once Gronk was satisfied in every way possible. The human hoped he would never be let go, such a strong grip on such a powerful creature, yet he felt safe nobody would touch him while his orc was near.

Hot breath flowed over his stomach, he moaned and stifled a giggle as the tongue stroked his flanks. It seemed like his orc wanted to taste all of him. A warm mouth suddenly sealed around his cock, there was no stifling the cry of pure bliss that erupted from Luke's lips. Gronk's head bobbed quickly his tongue lapping the human's cock with each thrust. The strong flesh squirming against his, a huge mitt reached down and grabbed his nuts, tugging far gentler than he thought a brute like Gronk could.

The orc's mouth pulled off the cock, leaving Luke panting and desperate, his cock throbbing and screaming in rage. All he wanted was the sensation to return. His hands reached down grabbing the orc's head. His fingers lacing in the thick, greasy black hair. Then he felt hot breath on his balls and the warm lap of a hungry tongue, as Gronk savoured and appraised his family jewels. The orc took them both into his huge mouth at once, rolling them around gently with his tongue. Luke could feel every fang and the two huge tusks, while his aching desperate nuts stroked against them.

With a loud slurping sound Luke's nuts popped free of the orc's hungry lips. Then without warning Gronk attacked, his mouth swallowing the cock fully once more, his lips bobbing on the full length quickly. The powerful suction and sensation of the tongue his cock was thrusting against was too much for Luke. After an evening of being teased he wasn't able to hold back, he didn't even give the orc a warning, something told him that orcs don't warn their lovers they just give them what they want to give.

His cock throbbed and the orc tongue lapped over the tip, lapping up his thick seed as it dribbled out. Soft grunts came from below and as his first orgasm began to fade Luke realised he was holding the orc's head to his crotch. He was sure that if Gronk had wanted he could have pulled off, which meant he didn't want to. The orc continued to milk his cock until every drop had been licked clean.

Luke sighed with content as he felt the mouth slipping from his shaft. Leaning back against the wall, Luke closed his eyes basking in bliss. The kiss caught him by surprise, the orc pressing firmly against him. Gronk's tongue wormed its way inside his mouth, forcing his lips apart and then he tasted something. A gush of warm thick fluid flowed down the orc's tongue and into his mouth. A mixture of cum and orc spittal flooding Luke's mouth. The taste of himself and Gronk blended, thick and slimy on his tongue. Gronk's tongue swirling the mixture around and then pulling out, stroking against Luke's upper teeth to leave all the fluid in Luke's mouth. The human swallowed with one gulp and panted deeply as Gronk stepped back.

With a deft flick of his wrist the orc unfastened his sword belt, the weapon dropping to the floor. Reaching up Gronk unfastened his chestpiece letting it fall to the floor, revealing his burly glory. Proud pectorals listening in sweat, green skin covered by a thick forest of black hair. His rotund stomach had a black treasure trail leading down and Luke's eyes followed the trail eagerly.

Lastly the Orc let his loincloth fall and stood proudly before the human naked. There were no words for Luke to describe him, glorious just did not do him anywhere near justice. The rank of his body hit his nose full bore. The taste of lion, sweat, grime, grogg, smoke and leather. The stench of maleness Luke found his mouth watering, partly because of the musky scent but mostly because of the proud thick pulsing green rod that his eyes could not look away from.

The meat was easily as thick as the human's wrist and so much longer than he thought it would be. Shaped much like Luke's own uncut maleness, however under the green foreskin a purple meatus could be seen peaking out. Gronk grunted and that was all the instruction Luke needed, there was no command or threat that anyone could give that would stop Luke. It would have taken herds of wild horses to stop him dropping to his knees. He longed to touch the orc and yet he found his arms and hands trembling as he beheld the godly...no not godly, the orc was no god; he was man in his most pure form. A brute and beast; the perfect example of manhood, far too perfect for any mere human to ever match.

However, Gronk was not going to let Luke just kneel there forever, his throbbing cock had needs. Since his bitch seemed to have forgotten what he was doing the orc decided to help. Two huge hands practically engulfed the cleric's head and pulled it forward. He didn't jerk the human just moved him, slowly and deliberately. The scent of the orc grew as his nose got closer. The motion took only a split second yet to Luke it lasted an eternity, a wonderful dirty lifetime of nothing but orc cock.

The thick green meat brushed against his cheek, leaving a greasy line of precum staining his cheek. Luke could feel the warmth and strength of the thickness as it lay against his cheek. He drove his head forward, pushing into the thick grimy forest of orc hair. Then he found himself kissing the shaft, buried deep in the forest and a world of taste exploded on his lips. The flavour of maleness, thick and heavy, just one kiss and it was all he could taste or smell. Musky and rank, grimy and sweaty, potent as a herd of stallions after a thousand mile gallop. The human couldn't stop himself, he was addicted, he had to have more. His tongue lapped out licking hungrily, grunting deeply as he cleaned the thick cock base. A part of his mind wondered at the thickness, his ass quavered at the thought of taking such a thick rod. The orc had muscle unmatched and would doubtless use all of them to drive every last inch into the human. That potion had better be worth the gold he paid; or his first night with the orc may be his last on Earth, though he would go with a huge fucking shit eating grin plastered to his lips.

He kissed and licked like a man possessed working his way under the huge rod, he could feel warm droplets landing on his neck. Gronk was grunting in approval, standing and letting his new human bitch worship his orc glory. Then Luke found two huge horse chestnuts in the black forest, the orc's sack was far more horse than chestnut. The stench coming from it was overpowering, his lips kissed over the huge orbs, he sucked on one, but it was too big to pull into his mouth. He wondered what Gronk had thought of his human nuts, they must have seemed like tiny flavourless grapes compared to the musky full flavoured oranges he was sucking on.

Gronk reached down, stroking his neglected cock and groaning, as he watched the human servicing his sweaty nuts. His cock drooled a river of pre, it landed on the human's pink flesh, running in little streams down the horny cleric's back. The huge hand nudged Luke with each stroke of the mighty phallus. The cleric looked up at the huge shaft towering above him, his eyes focused in on the thick pole. He licked his lips and his full stomach growled that it was starving. Luke needed to taste one more meat that night and it was time for the real deal.

He watched the huge hand tugging on the hot flesh, the foreskin rolling back with each motion to reveal a fat purple cockhead. Thick glans and a deep coronal ridge, it was just a few heartbeats and the human had his lips on the tip. He cried out with bliss at the taste, he thought the orc's balls had tasted good, but it was nothing compared to the potent matured flavour of his cock. The human gasped and thrust his head down onto the cock forcing it right to the back of his throat, he couldn't believe how much cock was in his mouth and how much more the orc had to give him.

Trembling human fingers wrapped around the thick orc meat, then he started to bob his head. Feeling that thick rod sliding back and forth between his lips, it was so right it was everything he had desired and more. He paused in his bobbing, instead thrusting his tongue under the sheath, swirling around the glans, teasing the meatus and caressing the coronal ridge. Gronk grunted loudly in appreciation and sprayed his tongue with a thick gob of pre, bitter and yet fruity the human swallowed it greedily. His hungry tongue lapping and teasing rapidly to get more sweet treats. All the while his hands worked desperately jerking the hot length and squeezing.

The hot meat throbbed under his fingers and his tongue. His hunger drove him to swallow more of the meat again. He was lost and he knew it, a little boy playing in a real man's world. All he could do was keep going and hope he never found his way out again. His mouth moved faster and faster. Gronk grabbed his head and the thrust forward, for a moment he choked on the fat cocktip as it pushed into the back of his throat.

Luke's eyes went wide as he struggled to breath for a second, the orc's hands holding his head firmly. There was no way he could ever struggle against such a brute, all he could do was submit and hope he survived. The orc pulled back and then thrust again and again, faster and faster. Yet never deeper, the beast had measured his depths and was plundering them but no more. Pre flooded his mouth, with the thrusting cock holding down his tongue he couldn't swallow. The fluids spilled out, dripping down his chin and onto his chest, his eyes watered and yet his cock was screaming at him. Luke had never thought he could ever feel so aroused, but his hands couldn't tear themselves from the thick malenes. He had to hold it, he needed to pleasure this man, the beast, this god. It was his meaning, his purpose in life, he was cleric no more; he was whatever Gronk wanted, whatever he needed, there was nothing he would deny him.

The thrusting got faster and faster, the orc grunting and snarling. His legs shifting on the floor, mighty dinner-plate sized hooves clopping on the wood. Black as coal coated in the muck of a long day's work, like the rest of the orc. Luke gasped and looked up, the wonderful expanse of orc standing like a monolith dominating the skyline. His broad stomach and chest heaving with each thrust. Purple eyes gazing down into his unwavering, holding his eyes and conveying in the exchange everything the human wished to hear. Everything that clumsy language never could. Lust and love, want and need. All screaming silently as the orc's voice and moans got louder and faster.

Gronk's cock thrust faster and faster, the sloppy sound of a moist hole being reamed filled the room. Pre and saliva dripping down the human's face and chest, running down his stomach, flooding his navel. Then Luke felt it, a thick pulse in the green meat, running under his fingers and towards his mouth. Suddenly his mouth was drowning in thick bitter fluids, musk and meat, beefy and yet stout, a hoppy aftertaste. The first blast almost choked him, he tried to swallow but couldn't, the thick cock held his tongue down. The orc continued to rut his mouth, floods of thick yellow orc cream running out of Luke's lips; down his cheeks and chin, soaking his chest, stomach and eventually his crotch. His cock tingled and burned at the sensation. Yet despite the need, nothing could make Luke stop, his hands continued to milk the shaft of his better.

The river, eventually turned to a stream and then a trickle, while Gronk above him began to pant. The orc pulled his cock out of the human's mouth and looked down with a smile. Luke knelt before him, a look of pure disgusting bliss on his face. Orc spunk was dripping from his lips, chin, chest and crotch. Gronk pulled the human to his feet by his shoulders and then kissed him deeply passionately. Not caring that his own seed was soaking into his rough beard, he wasn't done not by a long shot. The night was barely started.

Luke felt two arms scooping him up, he was pulled against the rough chest and he heard the hooves clattering on the floorboards. None of that mattered as his tongue and Gronk's danced in a dizzying exchange. He could taste nothing but orc and he didn't care if that was the last thing he would ever taste again. Then suddenly he was falling, his lips were torn away from the orc's. His entire body tingled with the sensation of falling and then he landed, soft warm fur caressed his naked body. At last he knew what an orc bed was, a giant pile of furs. Gronk growled as he kneeled down on the furs.

Strong hands turned Luke around, he didn't resist. Hell why would he, this was the moment, this was everything he had dreamed of. Years and years of masturbating to the thought of a moment like this, of submitting to an orc, to being bred by him. He was ready to be the best human bitch any orc ever fucked.

Those same rough calloused hands stroked down his back and then over his buttocks. He lifted his ass up into the orc's mighty mitts and Gronk positively purred in arousal. “Human want orc?"

“Yes!" Luke Shouted and begged all at once, pushing his ass back. “Please, I want it, I need it, I can't face another day without it." Gronk laughed softly, yet Luke knew he wasn't being mocked, the orc was revealing in the human's submission. However, there was an element of appreciation in there, Luke could sense it. The potion had worked, this wasn't just going to be a fling, a one night fuck. This was it, his life. Maybe Gronk would let him serve other orc males, he certainly would do anything...anyone the orc told him to. However, he would always belong to Gronk, he had thought the potion would catch him an orc, but he realised now the orc had caught himself a human instead.

The hands on his ass squeezed and then pulled the buttocks apart, Luke moaned and arched his back, pushing into the warm hands. Then he felt a huff of breath flowing down his crack. Before he knew what was happening and orc face was pressing between his cheeks. A thick tongue running up his taint hungrily, teasing and teasing; lapping up his taste, the grime, sweat and funk of his mate. Then the tongue reached Luke's pucker.

Luke buried his face into the furs and cried out as a huge tongue forced its way inside him. He couldn't help but think back on what Gronk had said in the bar “orc's don't eat, they feast!" The brute certainly was feasting again, only this time he was feasting on ripe, ready and eager human ass. His tongue fucking deep inside Luke, swirling around, lapping up his flavour and swallowing it hungrily. Those fangs were pressing hard into his buttocks, the pain didn't matter, the pleasure of an orc tongue assaulting his sweet nut inside far outweighed the discomfort.

Waves of pure pleasure coursed through Luke's form, he could feel his balls begging to be emptied. However, he refused to jerk himself, he wanted more than anything to cum with the orc inside him. He wanted to be fucked, to be mated. To feel that thick green maleness inside him, reaming areas inside him no other male could ever touch. To feel that thick hairy body grinding up behind him as he lived through his wildest, horniest dream.

His feast over with the orc pulled his tongue out of the ass, the pucker glistening with his saliva. Gronk judged the human ready and his cock was more than eager to begin with what must come next. The mating, the bonding, the union of two to become a new one. He grabbed his cock and kneeled behind the proffered human ass.

The human cried out in pure adulerated bliss as he felt the thick glans stroking up his taint and then to his pucker. In a second he would know if the potion was worth the price he paid. Huge hands gripped his hips with a strength he knew no human could match and then as one the two lovers cried out in pleasure. Orc cock was stuffed deep inside wanton desperate human hole. Gronk was brutal and bestial driving his cock right in until he hilted in the pink flesh.

The cleric screamed out in pleasure, the potion had been worth every last gold coin. There was no pain, just pure blissful pleasure. He pushed back as Gronk lay over him, the huge orc pinning him down, his hands gripping Luke's hips tightly. With a grunt he thrust again and again, getting into a rhythm quickly. Hot breath flowed over his shoulders as Gronk panted above him. He could feel drops as the orc drooled, lost to the bliss of his human's ass. His thick bodyhair, scratching the human's body as he ground his thick fuckpole into him again and again.

There was no slow teasing or gentle touches. No kissing or caressing, no gentle teasing his mate open. Luke was in bed with an animal and they fucked like ferals, growling and snarling. He found himself joining in, no longer using crude words when sounds would do. He begged with whimpers and cries of bliss, as inside him that thick rod reamed him deep and hard. His prostate was mashed again and again, his cock was begging him, pleading for release. Yet he didn't want to touch it, this was the most perfect moment in his life, he never wanted it to end. He wanted to be filled with cock forever. Luke never wanted to leave the warm furs, he just wanted to be with the orc forever.

The pressure inside kept building and building. Gronk never slowed, never tired. He just kept thrusting harder and harder. Thick meaty orc hips, crashing into nubile human rump with a lewd smack, like some sexual drummer thrashing out a beat. Their voices raised in pleasure, a huge hand grabbed his cheek and pulled him into a deep kiss, orc tongue plundering his mouth. The taste of his lover was the last straw, the dam inside him burst and he screamed out with feral bliss. Cock throbbing and throbbing as Luke shot out the heaviest load of cum he had ever shot. His balls contracting and convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

Gronk roared in pleasure, like the beast he was. The suddenly tight fuckhole besting him. The green cock erupted inside the human's ass, he fucked with desperate need pumping his virile seed into his mate. The orc was desperate to get as much cum as he could into the human, it was vital that he spent every last drop in Luke's needy ass. Soon it was filled beyond capacity, the human's ring becoming sloppy and yet he continued to rut. With each thrust rivers of cum leaked out. The sloppy squelchy sounds filling the orc's sensitive ears as he rode out the last of his orgasm inside his mate.

With every ounce of his mighty strength spend the orc collapsed panting and gasping on top of his mate. He lay there, his cock buried to the very hilt in the human's cum filled ass. His hand reached under the human and stroked his stomach softly. The touch so soft it tickled and Luke moaned happily as the felt the crushing weight over him. He felt safe, protected and even loved in a way he had ever felt before

The orc kissed his shoulders and moaned happily, thick green fingers caressing his pink skin so tenderly. It was hard to believe this was the same brute who had just fucked him so roughly. The tenderness in his touch was surprising and yet in this moment it was very welcome. The orc would always be a beast, yet even a beast can be tender.

They made love many more times that night. Gronk seemed to have near endless lust and stores of strength, not to mention spunk. Luke had had years of pent up frustration and he spent every single drop that night. They gave each other their all and in the end they passed out, joined together by the thick orc meat. Luke slept better than he had ever done, surrounded by the warmth of his lover.

He awoke with a groan, the potion may have granted him the bliss of no pain. However, he could feel the orc's cum still leaking out of him. Glancing out of the window he could see the sun was high in the sky. It was long after midday, he wondered how late they had stayed up, he had lost count of how many times they had fucked. It didn't matter anyway, he would never forget the night, the rutting, the tenderness and the bliss. He knew he had made the right choice, if this was to be his future there was no price he would not pay for just one more night like that one.

He realised that he was alone as he looked around the room. For a moment he feared that it had just been for a night and then just as his fears began to really take hold the door opened. Gronk entered carrying a tray, it was laden with an orc's breakfast. Meat with a side or meat and a meat garnish. Bacon, ham, pork and chicken. Although there was also a loaf of bread, something the human was glad to see.

“Eat human, need strength," Gronk said as he placed the tray on the floor beside the pile of furs.

Luke reached out and grabbed the loaf of bread, “I sure do after last night. I don't think I can still walk." The human laughed a little, though he was sure the potion had worked, no pain and no injuries. It had been worth sucking a little cock for. He would suck a thousand cocks to get another night like that with Gronk.

The orc knelt beside the pile of furs and reached out, stroking the human's stomach softly. Luke giggled a little, “careful, I'm ticklish."

The orc smiled broadly at him and continued to stroke, the he looked at the plate. “Eat more, have two to feed."

“Have two what to feed?" Luke asked as he picked up a chicken leg.

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Out in the backstreets of the bazaar a deep bellowing mooo was echoing so loudly it made the shop signs rattle. Inside Jerr'ers Roger the bull turned to give Kal an evil look, “what the fuck was that!"

The cheetah shrugged, “hey you were complaining about my barbs…"

“So you took a potion and decided to knot me?" Demanded the bull steam practically spraying out of his huge nose as he huffed in anger.

“Hey, you did the same to your heffer, and what's good for the goose…"

“Will piss off the gander royally!" Snorted Roger stamping his hooves with ill-temper. “Now we're stuck like this for like twenty minutes!"

“Oh yeah… I never thought of that," the cheetah muttered. “Well if we are lucky there won't be another cust…" As he spoke the door slammed open and Luke stormed in. This was no nervous cleric, he was dressed in orc armour and with an orc temper. It didn't fit him and was far too heavy but it was that or a robe that stank of stale ale and orc spunk.

The cheetah took one look and said, “could you come back later, I'm stuck in the middle of my previous customer right now?"

“YOU!" Luke screamed.

“The orc potion worked… you got one for life right, bond mated and everything?" The cheetah asked with a smirk.

“I'm pregnant!" The human screamed, hardly noticing the bull bent over the counter, as he slammed his hands down in rage.

“I know, you're glowing," purred Kal with a smile as sweet as honey.

“Glowing… GLOWING!" the human fumed. “You'd better have a potion that undoes this!"

“Oh absolutely, our abortion potion is our second best seller, right after stallion cock; currently buy two get a third free," the feline replied with a smirk.

“Dat is a good deal, put me down for six," Roger observed from his place over the counter.

“Deal, I'll knock an additional twenty-five gold off, for the knotty situation I got you in," the cheetah conceded.

“Give...me...the POTION!" Luke bellowed, in no mood for smart talk, as most men would be when waking up all knocked up without so much as a by your leave.

“Well, that's where we hit a tiny bit of a problem," the cheetah replied. “The guy who knocked you up. He'd be a big chap, yes? Seven foot tall, muscles and weapons, like any orc. You think I want a paternally outraged orc chasing me down for helping abort his unborn child? I can't leave this fucking shop, it'd be a short chase and you my little friend are about as threatening as a mouse armed with a daisy."

“He's right, I mean I know some scarey tossers and a bunch of non scary tossers, and you my friend fit in the latter catergory," observed the bull with a smile.

“But...but… I can't.. I don't have…" Luke whimpered.

“Oh don't worry the potion will take care of that, in nine months…" Kal began to explain before the bull cut in with.

“Twelve months, for orc's it's twelve, they have their babies big!" Roger snorted with a chuckle and Luke's heart sank.

“In twelve months time the potion will make sure you live and are not like crippled or anything," Kal said reassuringly.

“So… it won't hurt?" The human asked his voice trembling.

“Are you kidding, have you seen the size of an orc baby, compare that to the size of your a…" A pair of cheetah paws clamped down around the bull's muzzle.

“He is just joking, I swear no pain, just one big bouncing healthy baby. That you and your orc can raise," Kal promised with his most sincere smile. “See you're his bond mate now, he will be loyal to you for life and his tribe will welcome you as one of their own."

The human trembled, he reached a hand down and stroked his own stomach. He knew that he was pregnant, it was what the potion did. It had attracted the orc because he smelled like a potential mate. Now he would be a father...or was it mother? To a half breed orc baby.

As he trembled the door to the shop opened and Gronk entered, ducking his head to get under the doorframe. “L'luke?" The orc looked at the scene in front of him, his bondmate standing in a shop, with a cheetah obviously buried hilt deep in a bull's ass. The scent of bull and feline spunk was strong in the air, and he spotted a puddle of white fluid spilling out from under the counter. “L'luke ok?"

It was strange for the human to see the orc in the light of day. Yet he was glad to see him too, a few hours earlier he would have traded anything for another night with Gronk. He could remember thinking that, he ran his hand over his stomach once more. It looked like he knew what he had to give and what he would get would be a lifetime. A fairer trade than what he got the last time he was in the shop. “I'm fine, let's go."

The orc put a protective arm around him and he slipped his arms around Gronk's huge waist, resting his head on the hulk's mighty chest. As they left the orc muttered, “need get L'luke some clothes that fit."

As they walked out the bull picked up a potion off the counter and read the label, “ abortion potion, for when your legs open easier than your heart. Bloody hell, that is cruel. Did you write dis?"

“Yeah I write em all," Kal replied pulling back on his hips a little, but the knot was still firmly locked in the bull's ass. He thought about just forcing it out, however Roger was his best customer. He was also about three times his size, the bull could make mincemeat of the feline if he was really pissed off.

The bovine picked up another motion, “Malt whiskey breasts, for when you want to sup on the finer things, dat's nice. Is the malt any good?"

“Fuck yeah, fifty year old oak cask aged malt whiskey. Don't ask me how he makes that potion, but the whiskey it makes is like forty gold a glass in the best taverns." Observed the cat an idea springing to his mind. “If you wanted a sip, I could give you a freebie taste, it'd only work for an hour."

“I ain't bringing Rosie here to be milked by you," snorted Roger.

“It don't have to be Rosie, it works on males too, I could milk a good pint or two of finest malt out of you." Kal purred reaching around the bull to tease his nipples.

“Nobody milks a bull!" Roger retorted with a grunt of displeasure.

“This is Jerr'ers, everything's possible here," Kal said taking the bottle out of Roger's paws. “Now as I said to you last Friday, open your mouth and prepare to swallow."

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