Haley Thistle
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Max the Orc
🕑 Added 2022-10-23 19:00:07 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Male Monster
For a while now you’ve been watching him, he comes into the village with his load of kills and sells them all to the highest bidder. Once he has his gold he drinks all night and sleeps all the next day, coming out during the evening only to eat and then be on his way. Nonetheless, you’ve taken a shine to him and now you know exactly what you want.
He’s big a mean looking, always an angry scowl on his face. One eye is permanently shut, a long, gnarled scar going down from the forehead to his chin. You heard several stories about how he lost that eye. Some day to a misfortunate knight who crossed his path, others say a monster more hideous than him. There are too many tales to know the truth. As many scars as he bares it really doesn’t matter anyway. All you wanna do is climb him like a tree.
You know your taste doesn’t make much sense, wanting to bed one of the most fearsome orcs in the village. Yet you have this craving for him, ever since the first time, you saw him. Big and hulking, his hands could crush you without trying. His broad chest was hairy, his belly hard and pooched and stuck over the top of the belt. You knew he could rip in half in more ways than one, but still, you wanted him. No one else compared.
The next time he is in the village you follow him to the bar and slip up beside him, ordering a drink. You sit in silence, catching him from the corner of your eye as he downs pint after pint like he’s drinking tiny cups of tea. Your heart hammers and you bite your lip as you watch the muscles in his arms bulge.
You tap his arm, touching him finally. “Excuse me,” you voice squeaks.
He glares down at you and snorts, his nostrils flaring. You smile up nervously at him, trailing your fingers along your exposed cleavage. “Sorry to be a bother, but I am awfully curious about something.”
He doesn’t look at you at all, he turns away and grunts. “The fuck is it?” He downs another pint and you have to gather up your courage again.
“Your eye,” you say, “I don’t believe the stories people have been telling. I wanted to hear the truth, straight from the horse's’ mouth.”
He slams his cup down and you jump slightly. “You want to know the truth,” he scoffs. “I don’t pay for pleasure. I can find that for free elsewhere.”
“Pleasure?” You snap at him. “I am not-” you feel heat rise up your throat and to the tips of your ears. “I was asking you a genuine question!”
He scoffs, “I know you see the gold on my hip. I’m not stupid.”
“I’m telling you the truth,” you insist, “I just want to know about your eye. I don’t want your money at all!”
“Sure, sure, little girl. Prettier creatures than you have tried to satisfy me and failed. I’m not paying for poor results.” He attempts to stand and move away from you but you rear back and punch him in the kidney.
The whole room stand still, every single patron in the bar holds their breath. You’re unable to move, stunned by your own actions. You pull your hand back and stare up at him, slack jawed and wide eyed, waiting for his own blow.
Instead, he smiles, he throws his head back and laughs loudly. “You know how to make a fist!”
The whole bar sits in stunned silence as he roars with laughter. Picking you up and carrying you to an empty booth. “That deserves a beer, I haven’t laughed like that in ages.”
You’re still a bit shaken, but you smile and take the drink he purchases you. “Will you take me seriously now?” You ask him.
He chortles and nods, leaning on his elbow as he looks at you, a smile still on his face that makes you bite your lip. “I’ll answer, girl,” he smirks. “Perhaps the company will do me good this evening.”
He orders food and more drinks, confessing to you the scar and missing eye happened in his youth. He was young and brazen, joining the war when he thought all you had to do was kill the man who wasn’t on your side. He did well at it and he was promoted quickly, taking on responsibilities that someone his age was not yet ready for. His first time leading a troop to battle proved how incompetent he really was. He was overpowered and in fear, he ran away, what men survived hunted him down and nearly beat him to death.
“Was no daring feat,” he murmured sadly and he touched the scar, “I received this justly. It was owed.”
You touch his arm, saddling up close to him. You don’t know what to say to him, you touch though. Your fingers linger on the back of his hand and trail up his arm. Under the table, your hand rests on his knee.
“I have a scar on my thigh from a sewing accident,” you tell him. “I was playing with the sheers and when I tried to yank them away from my brother they fell and sliced right into my thigh.” You take him hand and hike up your skirt, letting him touch where the raised skin was. You watch him, his expression going soft and unguarded for a moment, his mouth goes slack as he touches your soft, plump flesh.
“I…I see that ” he swallows thickly and tries to pull his hand away, but you press it to your thigh, making him squeeze and touch.
“It’s warm in here,” he grumbles, looking around nervously but happily kneading your thighs and rubbing his palm against it.
You bite back a smile and nod. “It is a little toasty. Then again, good company can do that,” you take another sip of beer and watch him from the corner of your eye. “But it is company I have greatly enjoy.”
He’s silent, his eyes distant as his fingers squeeze and cup your thigh. “Hmm…what?”
You laugh and snuggle up against him. “Maybe you’ve had too much to drink. I should walk you to your room and make sure you go to bed.” You take him by the arm, knowing nobody is watching now. It is late and most of the patrons in the bar are too drunk to pay attention or asleep.
As the door closes you turn to him, looking up at him as you try to decipher his expression. You move in close, taking his hand and nuzzling your cheek into his palm. “I want your affection,” you murmur to him, “but not for coin at all. Just what affection you want to give me.”
He caresses your cheek and touches your hair. “I told you I am not easy to please.”
“But I want to try,” you say, pressing against him, your chest smooshing against his stomach. “I’ve wanted to know your touch since the first time I saw you.”
He chuckles, “no girl wants me.”
“I do,” you purr and kiss his stomach, kissing down over the bulge in his pants. His breath hitches as you nuzzle and lick over the growing mass, his pants becoming tight and tented. You giggle, undoing his belt and releasing the monster inside. You can’t help but gasp as it flops out. Bulbous and veined, the head studded with silver piercings. You swallow as your throat tightens and you lick from balls to tip.
His low grunts from above signal he’s at least feeling it. You lick more, taking what you can into your mouth. Before he pulls himself away.
“Whats wrong?” You ask.
He huffs and falls onto the bed stomach first. “It isn’t you,” he grunts.
You come up behind him, rubbing his back. “Then what is it? Tell me, I wanna listen.”
He moans quietly as you touch him, “you’ll think I’m disgusting if I tell you.”
“I highly doubt it,” you chuckle and kiss his shoulder. “I really want to fuck you, I’ll listen to anything.” You then notice him lift his hips, presenting his ass into the air. Your lips part as you watch him hold himself in such a position.
“Spank me,” he whines into the pillow.
“Oh!” You gasp, realizing that when you hit him in the bar that’s why he took to you. You stand up, squeezing and groping his firm ass and listening to him moan and grunt into the bed. You rear your hand back, popping him.
“You can do better than that,” he snarls back at you.
You bite your lip and pull back again, slapping his ass with all the force you can muster. He cries out excitedly, and you feel your nethers begin to tingle. You spank him again, listening to his elated cries. You rub where you’ve spanked, kissing softly before you rear back and slap his ass again. After a few more sound cracks you rub his ass gently,kissing his thighs.
“That was fun,” you murmur, “what else do you want.”
He’s breathing hard, holding back his excitement, “inside…” he manages to get out.
“Inside,” you grope and squeeze his ass, pulling the cheeks apart. You inch closer, licking his sack and up his crack. He whimpers excitedly and you pull back. “Oh, I see,” you bite his rear and feel your wetness slick down your thigh. You lick again, circling the tip of your tongue around his pucker, sloppily licking him as his moans and sighs grow more excited.
You insert a finger, his pleasured whimpers making you insert another. You hold back an ecstatic breath and you begin to move your fingers in and out of him. Pulling back when he starts to bellow too loud. You slap his ass again and bite him.
“You don’t get to cum,” you growl at him. “Not yet.” You make him roll over onto his back while you strip your clothes off. You climb on top of him and grind against his monstrous girth. You coat him in your cream and watch his expression.
“Once I’m done, I’ll let you finish,” you pant as he straddled him, guiding him to your entrance and very, very slowly you take him inside. He stretches you to the max, his silver studs and thick veins rubbing you pleasurably as you sink onto him.
“Oh fuck,” you moan out. “Big boy.”
He grunts and moans, gripping your hips as your ass meets his thighs. You sigh, satisfied by the fullness, your belly pooching slightly with him inside you. You lick your lips and look at him. “Do I feel good, baby?”
He grunts, rolling his hips. “Yes,” he struggles to breathe.
You moan as you begin to move, bouncing against him and shuddering at the sensation. Your body shakes as you move faster, thrusting him harder and deeper inside of you. He grasps and fondles your body, his big hands touching every inch of skin.
He then grips onto your hips and starts thrusting his hips upwards. You nearly scream as he fucks you, pushing hard and fast. The rough gyrations make you begin to lose your mind and soon your wailing and howling in pleasure until you collapse and his cock slips out of you.
“Fuck,” you weakly lift yourself and crawl up, kissing him. He kisses back, nuzzling to your neck and shoulder, peppering your skin in loving kisses.
You moan softly, stroking his chest and sitting up. “That was so good,” you rub your legs. “I don’t think I can walk.”
He whimpers pitifully, his cock still rock hard and aching.
“Don’t worry, I’m not cruel.” You kiss him. “You get to cum baby, just tell me how.”
He picks his bag up from beside the bed and pulls out from inside phallus made of rose quartz. You smile mischievously as he places it in your hands, there’s a belt and straps attached to it that you slip on like underwear.
“I rather like this,” you say, stroking the pink toy. You make him kneel before you and you push his head down so he licks and sucks on the toy. You thrust your hips, hearing him moan pleasurably. You pull back and stroke his cheek, kissing him lovingly.
“Bend over baby, it’s time.”
He eagerly obeys, bending over the bed and raising his ass to you. You slap his ass, making his cry out pitifully. You then press close, using a lube from his bag and drizzling it over the toy and his pucker. You then position yourself, pushing the toy inside as his thrilled moans become howls.
You spank him again as the toy disappears inside. “Feel good, baby?” You pant, pulling out full and grinding the toy against his ass cheek before shoving hard inside again.
“Yes! Please!”
A wicked grin spreads across your lips, “you’re gonna make me fall in love with you like this.” You grasp his ass, digging your fingers in harshly as his cries echoed around the room. You fuck him hard, pushing deep and fast only to slow or stop completely when his cries become too elated. He whimpers, frustrated and eager to cum.
You kiss his back and rub his ass, “beg for it,” you purr. “Beg me to be nice to you.”
He nods, swallowing thickly. “Please,” he pants, “I’m begging you! Let me cum. You’re so good, I want to feel you more. Please, please-” he’s vibrating with need and even you feel your desire flame.
“Ok, only because you’re a good boy.” You give him a sound clap on the ass and begin thrusting deep inside, fucking him and shaking him until he lets out a long howl, his cock throbbing and releasing all over the floor at your feet.
He collapses weak and gasping for breath on the floor. You take off the straps and sit down beside him, kissing him and petting his cheek. He kisses back, holding you close and whispering tired thank yous into your ear.
“I enjoy myself too,” you coo to him, kissing his ear. “I’m looking forward to the next time.”
His eyes widen, “next time?” He’s breathless.
You nod,”I’m not letting anyone else know this,” you lick his jaw and neck. “Your ass belongs to me now.”
He shivers and moans, “don’t talk like that, I’m still so sensitive.”
You smile and kiss him, “I’ll play nice for now,” you sit on the edge of the bed. “But you’re going to have to clean this mess.” You open your thighs and push his head between your legs. His warm tongue laps over your sex, licking away your cream. He pushes his tongue inside, his nose rubbing against your needy clit. You fist his dark hair and moan, rolling your hips and rutting against his face until his thick tongue hits the spot inside you that makes your body shake and tremble. As you fall against the bed and catch your breath he lays beside you.
You turn your head and smile gently at him. “Mine?” You ask him.
“Yours,” he nods.
