A New Orc’s Need
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By GarifthNebula

_Mats the new Orc has trouble with his new body and requires an old Friend to help him out. _

_Yeah this took me a long time to finish. I had to rewrite more than I have ever had to, so I hope it is to your liking! Whatever your thoughts on it, please let me know! I’m still learning to make half decent smut._

**_Contains: Lots and lots of orc cum, size difference, and some nice protein filled meals for everyone!_**

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"Grrrr-AHCK!”

A gushing rope of cum launched from the veiny green cock, arcing up before splashing across the dirt with a solid thud.

“FUCK… Egggrrhh…” Mats tried to keep quiet as waves of body-wracking pleasure hit him again and again. He clamped his jaw closed and tried to ride out the orgasm. _For fucks sake, it’s just as much as the last,_ he thought. A steaming puddle of semen was forming a small cart’s length away, right into the flat dirt and with a gooey trail leading right to the culprit. Even if someone came by, there wasn’t much that could be done about it. Mats was a monster of an orc, The hand stroking across the length of his fat pole could palm a great northern pumpkin, if he could hold it without crushing it like it was a soap bubble.

_Six… That's number six._ The orc counted how many times he had jacked himself off today. Usually by now he would feel some relief from his aching balls, but his body did not agree. He shoved his massive green meat into the leg of his pants. The large pleated fishermans pants were still too small for him, but at least he didn't have such a monstrously lewd bulge. Mats pushed himself up to his feet, but grabbed a large wooden support beam to a rooftop join above. _Crack!_ Mats fell to the ground with a thud as the beam broke like a twig under his weight. The wooden platform above swayed, but managed to stay aloft. “Fuck me,” the orc sighed before getting up and quickly walking from his scene. 

Despite all the time he had to get used to it, Mats often failed to recognize his own strength. It would be hard to blame him, not long ago he was a human who would struggle to do a single pull-up, now he struggled to find anything he could even try a pull-up on without it breaking. A potion fit for a beast let alone a man mixed with an orc blowjob turned out to be quite the potent brew; and... well, this situation was the result. At first it was a dream beyond dreams for Mats, for his entire life he had wanted to be a large beast of a man. Now he was a beast even by orc standards! He spent days and days with the orc Fehr who had helped him get the potion in the first place, and provided the cum that had produced the unexpected results. Day after day of orcish sex turned into a blur as the two explored Mats new body in every way imaginable. To be honest, Mats hardly remembered any of it, any attempt to recall a specific moment sent a chill of pleasure down his spine and scattered his thoughts.

What he certainly remembered was when it ended. While Fehr was a willing participant in Mats “orcification” and the insane happenings afterwards, at the core Fehr was a wanderer, not set to stay anywhere or with anyone. Not to mention there was probably no one that could keep up with Mats at his horniest. There were ebbs and flows to it; thank the gods, but when his balls were full and mind was foggy… It wasn’t something Mats exactly blamed Fehr for needing time away from.

A promise to meet again was nice and all… But right now it was not a good time to be a Mats without a Fehr to give a hand. Or a mouth. Or a hairy orc ass.

“Uhhgghh.” Mats hoped he wasn't dripping pre.. When Fehr had left, Mats had some control of his libido, and the last bout of need for the new orc was somewhat manageable. Mats had traveled with him for a bit, but decided to stay relatively close to the small towns he had been to in the past. They both hoped that his bouts of orcish sexual fury would be lesser, or at least longer apart. But whatever those hopes were felt far away from the reality Mats was currently facing. Just a day or two ago he was hit by an unholy wave of ball-swelling, cock-pulsing, brain-numbing need that had Mats feeling like the day he had transformed. A “Rut” the horned god of lust might appreciate, but was much less nice for a creature that had to do things like; go to town to get food.

Perhaps Mats should have learned to hunt at some point in his life. I mean, with how he was now he could probably run down a damn moose and clobber it right in the face but… Mats was not that kind of guy. That generally meant he had to go and get food from town, rut or not. It was impossible to do so without being noticed of course. He hoped that whoever noticed him wasn’t about to give a flirty hello or a wink, that would probably lead to someone getting clobbered in the chin by a heavy orc dick springing up.

_Grrroooouuulll…_ Hunger, well at least it took away from how horny he was by a little. It was time to have an early dinner.

And hopefully nothing sexy would happen at all.

* * *

The bench seat pressed against his lower back as he sat on the floor, _gods I hope it's clean,_ Mats thought. The last few pieces of furniture he broke cut into his ever deflating food budget.

The maiden looked at him in a familiar awestruck look. “We have a roast ham today if-”

“Yes,” Mats spoke quietly, “as much as you have, and whatever else you could bring to fill the table please.” As gently as he could he poured a mess of random coins onto the table. It was about as much as one would pay for four or five people, a light snack but it would have to do for now. He felt bad with how much he had to eat, and how it often seemed like those coming in after him were going to end up with bottom-of-the-pot broth and whatever other odds and ends were in the kitchen. Mats didn’t like to stick around to see who was angry with him, eating and getting out before anyone started asking about the orc and his… Distinctive smell. The orc was as clean as a whistle, but that didn’t stop a musky odor of sexual fury following his earnest attempts at not seeming like a rutting orc.

She quickly sorted the coins and left without a word; Mats was back to being alone with his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on something like… The grain of the wood on the table. But the smell of food was strong, and even that seemed to make him horny. Since becoming an orc it had become clear that the two species differed in more than just muscles and skin colors, Mats wondered if any other orc had to deal with what he was now… But he supposed in any case he was once a human, so he lacked any sort of familiarity with what his body wanted. It wasn’t even a few minutes before his stomach was rumbling loudly. Strong gurgles must have been audible from halfway across the tavern, it seemed everything was against Mats having any sort of subtlety anymore. Luckily it seemed the sounds of his stomach reached the kitchen, as not only did the maiden he had spoken to come out of the back, but so did two others. They quickly put down plate after plate of food. Mats wanted to say thank you or something, but the moment he opened his mouth his hand automatically grabbed for the steaming hot plates of food.

Mats grabbed the chunk of ham and bit into it like an apple. The juices ran down his face and into his beard before dripping on the bread that lay closest to him. The rich taste seemed to cool his nerves, and he began to relax. The orc’s tongue seemed much more attuned to the rich and salty flavors of the meat, which he swallowed greedily before digging into another huge bite. He had never been a messy eater as a human, but now that silverware was tiny and worthless in his huge mits and his tusks got in the way of perfectly clean bites. The orc ate like an animal. He was a touch more careful with the bowl of broth in the middle of the stuffed table, trying not to dribble it onto his shirt… Gods if that thing became dirty and he had to go shirtless~

“MMmhhg,” Mats groaned. _Fuck wouldn’t it be nice to just pull out my dick here and now,_ his orcish thoughts rang clear. _Eat and blow a load at the same time._ His cock grew in his pants and the poor orc began to sweat, imagining his pants ripping in front of everyone. _Gods that would be fuckin’ hot…_ Mats dipped his large slice of bread into the last of the meat juices and shoved it into his mouth, hoping that the chewing would clear out his filthy mind. There were a few eyes on him, but fortunately they seemed to duck away as quickly as they set on him. He grabbed a large bowl of thick stew with his forefinger and thumb, using it to chug down the bread. The inn must have given him a heaping helping of everything they had, and most of it was gone in a few bites. He would have to leave for elsewhere soon, lest he eat the innkeepers out of their entire day's portions.

As the once full table was replaced with a stack of bowls and plates licked clean, Mats checked himself to make sure he wouldn't leave with a raging hard on. Luckily his meal seemed to have done the trick, and he only had a slight chub. Just as he was about to make an exit however, he heard the tavern door creak open.

“Hey Griff,” an unfamiliar voice… But a familiar name.

“Hey yourself,” and a voice that matched.

Mats felt his goosebumps flare out the thick hair on his forearms. There was no doubt, it was Griff Thene. He knew the bastard lived in this neck of the woods, but godsdamn, here and now? His oldest friend was also the only person he had ever dated when he was a human. Date… Fuck why did everything today have to turn Mats on? The orc slumped back down, there was no way the human would recognize his old friend at the moment, but Mats knew it would still be very awkward to look him in the eyes right now. The skinny silvery blonde continued to speak to the unfamiliar voice, his smug aura preceding him. He made his way toward the back of the tavern, passing right by the orc’s table. Just like always he stepped with the confidence of a stallion; and the footwork of a newborn foal. Suddenly Griff gave a shout! Mats watched as he took a step into a food scrap that had fallen from Mats overstuffed table. Quickly the orc put out his hand, catching his friend like he was a doll that had fallen off of a shelf. Mats gently pushed him back to his feet.

“Careful Griff,” fuck was always so clumsy! He remembered back when… Oh fuck wait.

“Thanks,” Griff spoke softly as he looked at the orc. The stunned face that greeted him wasn’t what he expected at all. “Uhh, and you are?” He trailed off as he spoke, trying to think if he had ever met the orc. Those big eyes looked like those of a horse about to bolt off, it was familiar.

What was the orc to do? Mats was about to do a fake deep voice, but remembered he didn’t really have to try. 

“It’s fine,” he managed to choke out before lowering his head slightly, there was nothing but a table of empty dishes to hide behind, so he just stared at nothing while sweat built on his forehead. Griff was clearly a bit confused by the awkward orc. Something was amiss, and Griff Thene was intrigued. He blew a silvery lock of hair from his dull green-grey eyes and stared deep into the unsure orc’s.

“You seem familiar somehow…” There was no way the airhead could have told that this orc was Mats, so why the hell would he say something like that.

“Huh?” Mats gave a quizzical look, genuinely wanting to hear this.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me guess,” Griff gave a hum in his throat as he looked closely at the orc, his mouth slightly agape like a three year old trying to remember directions. “You used to guard the Oak Bordello in Trestean right?”

_The fucking what?_ “By the fucking gods you can be stupid!” Mats said, his irritated voice manifesting as a booming roar that quieted the room with a sudden hush. The orc was out here about to have a panic attack. _Oh fuck this,_ Mats rolled his eyes and came close to Griff, the human already stunned didn’t move a muscle as the massive monster man came within inches of his face. “It’s Mats!” He whispered, “Yeah I know you, you idiot, now please shut up!” The orc looked around at the still silent, still staring patrons of the tavern. “Let’s fucking go and I’ll explain,” Mats didn’t wait for a response from the frozen-faced Griff, simply grabbing the human under his arm and exiting the building as quickly as he could. He ignored the chair he knocked over, and the human he pushed to one side as he hastily pushed open the door. As he closed it he heard a gentle “ping.” He looked in his hand at the door’s handle, flicking it to one side as he took Griff out to the streets and into a quiet alley.

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“You are a lucky son of a bitch I wasn’t some other orc, if I was anyone else you would have had your teeth kicked in.” Mats continued carrying the stiff Griff until he came to a weedy little patch of dirt behind a crumbly looking old building. “We better talk quick before someone thinks I took you out to crush that brainless little skull of yours!”

“F…Fuck p-please don’t kill me,” Griff finally spoke, his thin lips going a ghastly white.

Griff looked like a scared little puppy, Mats felt his blood cool off a little, and felt bad for scaring the guy. He was an airhead, but meant well.

“I wouldn’t hurt you Griff,” Mats sighed, “as much as I sometimes would like to… Like when you pissed off the guard with the giant moustache years back, the one who was yelling and kept half drawing his sword over and over?”

“I… Holy shit, wait,” The gears in his head slowly seemed to turn. “Yeah I remember, who are you?”

“I told you it's me, Mats! We’ve known each other forever.”

Griff gave a raise of the eyebrow, doubt and curiosity playing across his facial expressions. “Hmmmm…” Slowly his eyes grew wider and his expression changed from curiosity to confusion. “Wait, Mats? Mats was not an orc, I’m pretty sure I would have noticed!”

Mats breathed in, his chest taking in a great deal of air. He began to explain, deciding not to mention his grandfather’s darker history or any overly sexy details. He quickly told the human of the trade he made for the bottle of potion, how he met Fehr and his help in obtaining said potion, then realized he had to explain why it had gone so very orc-y.

“I guess like I said, I wanted a potion to be a bit more on the _larger_ side, but Fehr accidentally got a little bit of ‘him’ into the potion, I wasn't expecting it to make me this way at all but here we are.” Mats didn’t let slip that the little bit of Fehr was a stomach-load of hot cum, or that he slipped into a sex crazed frenzy afterwards.

Surprisingly Griff seemed to actually concentrate on what Mats was saying, giving the strange story his full attention, rather than drift off as he is wont to do. “You mean you got a date with an orc, and a magic potion, and _this_ was the result? That- that's wild!” He studied Mats' body for just a moment before speaking again. “One of those- **both** of those two things must have been damn strong, look at you!”

The orc was taken by surprise as Griff put out his hands. They went right to feeling the massive chest that dominated his vision. Mats felt a wave of goosebumps as he felt another creature’s touch… _Godsdamnit,_ he thought, _I’m still so fucking horny!_

Griff gave the shirt a gentle pull and Mats quickly followed with his body, not wanting to think too much about what the human’s intentions were. Those pale hands were not small by any means, with long and gentle fingers, but put up to Mats face they were tiny, cute, and warm… “You are so fucking huge! You could bite my head off with that set of choppers. You are the biggest orc I've ever seen by far.” The observation seemed stupidly obvious to Mats, but he wasn’t the one groping the orc’s big face. As Mats listened to Griff’s sweet words, suddenly his balls drew up as they churned with hot horny energy.

“Uggghh…” Mats gave a growly whine, a confounding soup of discomfort and pleasure sending warm waves through his body.

“Are you ok?” Griff came even closer to the orc, “I can't believe you would still get those stomach aches you used to, now that you are-” Griff trailed off as a hearty gush could be heard below. Mats watched as his friend's eyes followed down his shirt and right to his pants. Even in the black pleated pants, a clear wet blotch grew in front of a thick and obvious dick bulge. “Holy fuck.”

“I’m- damn I’m sorry~” The orc sucked in air as another audible spray soaked the thigh area of his pants. “My body, it just won’t fucking stop!”

Griff seemed not to know what to do with his hands, ringing them near his chest as he stared at the orc’s loins. “Uhm, Should I do something?” He asked quietly.

_Yeah, jack me off with those cute hands of yours,_ Mats thought. He gave a deep breath, lightening his head a little bit. “Maybe you should just go, I’m really fucking sorry Griff. Until I figure out what the fuck to do with myself and my weird ass body, I should probably just head it alone.”

“I don’t know…” Griff looked away, contemplating things.

“Ugh, Griff,” Mats just couldn’t deal with this right now, he was going to end up pushing away his friend whatever he did. But it was for the best, the last thing he wanted was to get people he cared about roped into his predicaments. “Just, please just go away…”

“Mats,” the human looked at his friend with concern.

“I said **FUCK OFF** Griff! I wish I hadn’t said a fucking thing.” Mats' voice boomed, and Griff went white in the face. The poor guy was scared, and seeing that made Mats' heart drop into his stomach. He didn’t know what to say, so he just hung his head shamefully. Griff might have said something more, but Mats didn’t listen. He sat there, waiting to hear his friend walk away from the alley. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed in place, but by the time he looked up he was once again alone. He felt awful. He had pushed away Griff all those years ago, and now it felt like it happened again. Even as an orc he was still Mats, an awkward mess that couldn’t hold his end of any relationship. He felt like such a burden, maybe even more now then when he was a human. He stood up, the damp front of his pants were obvious to feel, but maybe not as noticeable to see at a quick glance. It would have to do while he went to find an inn. Perhaps the silver lining was that his sad state drained him of his sexual ferocity for a time. Was that all he had left? Being sad, or horny, or hungry? His shoulders slacked as he slowly made his way to the nearest inn, ignoring the stares of those he saw on the way there.

* * *

Mats sat slumped against the wall of his inn room, naked against the cold wood. The light coming through the thin curtains on the window grew orange as the day faded. He squeezed the cooling water from his pants back into the large wooden bucket, he wished he had asked for some soap as well, but he hadn’t, so this would have to do. He gave the damp pants a gentle toss, they came to rest slung over a structural piece of wood in the corner, luckily not slipping off. He could tell they still stunk like his heady musk, but at least they were a touch more clean. Trying to find something to focus on, he looked at his cozy accommodations. The  innkeeper said he had a good room for the overgrown orc, and it looked like he was telling the truth! The bedframe was very thick solid oak, and the legs were basically logs. It was big too, the biggest bed he has seen in a long time. He wouldn’t be in some awful uncomfortable condition tonight. The stress of the day had sapped him of his energy, and he knew he would be falling asleep soon. Then he would wake up with a raging boner, then be hungry as fuck. Mats felt regret and sadness chill his body, he didn’t even know if he had the willpower to walk over to the bed before he crashed.

As his mind settled on his depressing state, he heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Mats? It’s Griff, are you in there?”

The orc gave a sharp breath, and it felt like vigor had been infused into the air around him! He quickly went to the door, cracking it open halfway. “Griff! How did you find me?”

The human gave an amused chuff, looking over the naked orc… Naked, _naked…_

“Oh damn,” Mats moved his lower body to the side of the door, “sorry.”

That smile on the human seemed to grow even brighter at the faux pas. “No, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know if I should have sought you out like this, but I got really worried about you! And, uh, it wasn’t really very hard to find out where you were staying. Moment I asked someone if they had seen an orc they knew exactly who I was looking for. Anyway I’m really glad you are alright, I’ll leave if you want~”

Mats didn’t care how naked he was, he pulled his friend into the room with one hand before bending down and giving the human a big gentle hug. “Please forgive me for being such an asshole Griff, I made you worry.”

Griff didn’t really know how to respond, so he simply hugged the big beast back. Wrapping his arms around the big guy, he found his face was right in the thick of that forest of chest hair. When Mats pulled away from the hug, he held his friends shoulders and looked at his cute blushing face. He didn’t really think about his awkward naked orcishness… At least not until he looked a bit lower at the human.

Poor Griff had a pretty obvious hard on, that face and that stiffy brought back memories of the first time the two had kissed. Back when both of them were young, awkward virgins. And with all the time that had passed since then, it seemed time hadn’t taken away one sliver of the happy awkwardness the two had.

“Hey,” Griff managed to mumble out, “I’m here for you, for anything! It’s been a while, and things have certainly, uh, changed. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less than back when.” He took a hop right back up to his friend and gave the bent orc a kiss on the hairy cheek.

A hot wave ran down the orc, from his head right into his crotch. “Ugghh…” He moaned.

“Hey,” Griff said, “If I need to go I understand! I could see you in the morning, or-”

“Or,” Mats said in a deep tone, a smile showing off his impressive chompers, “we could reminisce a bit, have a fuck like back in the day eh?”

Griff was red as a beet, “Damn, I don’t remember you being so forward…”

“But,” Mats said with a salacious tone.

“But its pretty fucking hot.” Griff said, an uncharacteristic nervousness clear in his voice.

Mats' smile seemed to brighten. “Some things do change I guess… And if you ask me, for the better.”

The two drew close to one another, the heat of the orc’s skin and the soft sweet breath of Griff met together in the shrinking space between the two.

_Ghhhrrik!_ Mats felt his balls pull up hard against his crotch, his cock dribbling a bit as it went from half-mast to rock hard. He took a step backward from Griff and the door, grabbing the carved wooden post at the foot of the bed.

“Godsdamn~ my nuts are going to fucking explode if I don’t fuck something right now.” The orc gave a growl and squeezed the wooden bedpost, it crushed in his palm like a rotten cornstalk. “HGGHH,” He moaned, a burst of sticky pre noisily gushed from the pulsating member. Griff looked into his eyes, they pleaded for mercy, then the pupils constricted and a look of animalistic hunger glistened deep within. With a growl a drip of saliva slipped from his mouth and onto his angry swollen cock, the touch of the drip making it give another squirt onto the floor. The orc began to sweat profusely, the shiny hair on his body glistening in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp. “Griff…” 

Mats was burning up, even from a few feet away, Griff could feel the heat radiating off of him, and could smell the steamy musk. Somewhere in the back of his mind Griff could remember hearing his name said exactly like that… It was when he and Mats first spent the night together. It was strange back then too, Mats was so timid and looked to him to lead, something no one had ever let the clumsy guy do. It was so cute and charming…

“It’s alright ok? Uhm, just uh- come here.” Griff stepped forward and reached to the hot soaked neck of Mats, pulling him gently closer. He leaned his head and opened his mouth, calling his mind back to those years ago. Thick lips met his, and a smooth tusk touched his chin. He cradled the massive head in his arm as he tried to kiss the beast. He felt the green neck tense, a loud wet squelch, and a burning heat at the crotch of his smallclothes. He looked down to see Mats' veiny cock aligned with his midsection, having spit a hot load of pre right at him. It felt like he had spilled a bowl of warm thick soup on his crotch. At that moment, Griff could really see just how big that fuck pole was. It was thicker than his fucking wrist. Before he could fully grasp the severity of his situation, he heard a grunt.

“GRRTHHHMMMM,” Mats rumbled in his throat. He pushed his face into Griff, harshly kissing the human. A soft moaning cry answered him back. Mats tried to hold his instincts in control, but Griff’s gentle cries and the small hand that ran across his shoulder and neck stoked the boiling heat in his body. His large meaty hand grabbed the soft cloth on Griffs torso, the other hand digging their thick fingers down the neckline. Mats broke the kiss for a moment, giving a hot steamy puff from his nose as he tore the fabric keeping him from the chest of the skinny little human. The orc grunted as he looked at the lithe human that looked up at him. His huge muscular and hairy chest feeling the heavy breath the human blew across it. _The little pinkskin loves it,_ Mats thoughts grew steamy and weak, while instinct took over his most primal thoughts. _Pinkskin wants to be bred like a bitch in heat, wants a belly full of cum._ The human’s pants were unceremoniously torn from his legs, it was a good thing that Griff dressed light today. Seeing the human’s soft hairless body, Mats grabbed his torso and leg, hoisting him into the air. Griff didn’t protest, he _couldn’t_ protest! The way the orc manhandled his body made Griff feel utterly powerless, and he couldn't have imagined how hot it was. His cock was as hard as a rock by now, and a deep shade of pink. Mats spread the human’s legs to each side of his hairy abs and pressed his ass against his groin. His cock spit a juicy gush of pre into the arch of Griff’s back. His thick black crotch hair was hot and humid with rich musty sweat, the cock against his back also radiated muggy heat.

“I don’t know if I c-can take that!” Griff said, feeling the sticky cocktip gently slap his lower back with each pulse of the orc’s heart.

Mats gave a huff. _Whiny little pinkskin,_ his instincts seemed to say. _So soft, gonna be so tight, gonna feel so good~_ To Griff the orc looked like he was completely fuck drunk, there was no way he could talk his way out of this. He just hoped Mats would _try_ to be gentle.

The dribble of pre that continued on between the intense gushes flowed over the green cockmeat in a thick slimy sheet. Griff felt the hot goo on his asscheek as Mats pressed his back end into the veiny foreskin. The pre that pooled on his dark glans was slathered across Griff’s pert little ass, over every bit of soft pink flesh. It oozed down his cheeks and in between them as well. Griff had no idea what to do with his hands. The orc so effortlessly handled him, his arms simply grabbed at the unyielding green mits. He reached down impulsively at the feeling of thick hot liquid on his ass. He pulled his hand away as he touched the goo, it left several slimy strands that pulled into long thin threads before snapping. Suddenly Mats brought his head down to the human. Before Griff could question why, Mats took a long luscious lick of his slimed hand. Griff was paralyzed, his mouth stupidly agape. It was a perfect opportunity, Mats eyes locked with Griff, and once more the two came together for another kiss. Griff was overcome with the slick, slightly sweet taste of the orc’s pre.

By this point Griff was basically sitting atop the slick head of Mat’s cock. It seemed to taunt his tiny asshole, letting it know that there was no resistance possible that would stop it from sinking so far into the human that he would choke on it. Everything was so slick and so strong, it felt like at any moment that cock would slip into Griff. Of course, _“slip”_ wasn’t exactly what was going to happen! No, that pressure built more and more, Griff quivering at the sensation. No matter what he did, no matter how he tried, there was no way that he was not going to end up speared on that swollen green dick. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Mats pulled away, there was no way he was going to miss the face of Griff as his ass was destroyed. Griff looked into those sex-glazed brown eyes. The look Griff was giving the orc was an adorable mixture of awe and confusion, and that wouldn’t last long. As the pressure on his anus began to spear it open, Griff let out a high chesty **moan**…

Something broke inside of Mats, He couldn’t take it any longer! That sweet little sound unraveled any remaining resistance he had to his deepest animal instincts.

_No more play, time to fuck!_ Mats speared the human with sharp and continuous force. The human gasped as his body was slid over the green cock like a sleeve over an arm.

“Aaahhh!” The cry was hardly a match for the destructive force in his guts, but Griff didn’t even have the air in his lungs to properly cry out. His flesh moved aside as cock stretched his body beyond what the human had thought possible. His lower stomach fluttered as a massive bulge slid up the front of his groin and pushed his lower stomach out an unnerving amount. His skin chilled and his limbs shook. He grabbed for the alien bulge with his hands as cock tunneled through his body. The human wondered if there was any pain, he was so utterly shocked by the feeling of the gigantic pole he was being speared onto that his body didn’t even seem to register.

The unholy urge that overtook Mats cooled somewhat, but it did not stop him. Inches of veiny green dick sunk into the soft pink human, the dick bulge clearly visible from the outside. The warm human encasing his dick gave another small cry, and Mats hips jerked forward of their own volition. The pink overstretched ass came to rest with an inch or two of orc cock left outside its soft embrace. The orc looked at the human cocksleeve with pride, before slowly pulling Griff off of his dick. It seemed to hold a bit of suction on his veiny dick, with lots of gooey noises to enhance it all.

Griff gasped in relief as that cock pulled out of his body. This was nothing like any human fuck! His body and mind were already in tatters, his stomach churned slightly as more cock exited his guts. He felt utterly empty. Only the occasional pulse of hot pre in him soothed his insides. But none of that mattered, by now it was clear, there was nothing he would rather be right now than an orc’s dick warmer. He pushed back at the green meat, eager to have it fill him again. Mats must have felt this, because without warning he slammed back into Griff with some force! The air was knocked out of Griff again, and his stomach bulged hard over the unyielding pole. This time there was only a hair's width between the human’s sore raw ass and the hairy base of Mats dick. Once more Mats pulled his cock from the tight hole where it belonged.

_Hilt… Hilt little pinkskin… Make it so he never satisfied with anything else!_ Luckily the sheer amount of pre made things a bit smoother, otherwise Griff would have been turned inside out by now! With another hard shove, that ass finally kissed the sweaty orc crotch, and everything was right in the world. At least for a moment.

Cockmeat struck every nerve in Griff with perfect accuracy. Pre splattered inside him with heat and love. The green dick’s rough pressure on the human’s prostate made it feel like his crotch was going to literally explode in pleasure. There was almost a sense of pride, in being the once who could satisfy the bestial needs of such an orc. Everything seemed to smooth out slowly, like this was all meant to be, and without a thought, Griff felt it.

“I’m ccc-umming!” The human meekly squeaked. At least… He thought he was! The pulsating pressured pleasure over his crotch was so intense that his orgasm just seemed to be a small wave in the dark turbulent sea.

Mats knew it before Griff did, he could feel it over his cock. He let himself fall backwards, the floorboards creaking deeply as he rolled onto his back from his crouched position. Still impaled on his thick meat, Griff followed suit, cradled by those big orc mitts. His feet touched the hardwood, he could feel the steam coming off Mats back, dampening the hard floor little by little. It was perfect.

Thin jets of seed came hard from the human, squirting him right in the face. Mats quickly bent over, moving Griff’s head out of the way. The orc opened his wide mouth, catching the next hot squirt of the human’s load. Griff felt his balls ache with effort as he ejaculated two more hard streams, just as far as the first two. With the next, it didn’t quite reach Mats outstretched tongue. The orc gave a deep laugh, watching each pulse grow weaker and weaker. The human semen was such a contrast to what the orc was now so familiar with. It was wonderful, it fit his orcish tastes perfectly.

_Now,_ his instincts spoke again. _Show him how an orc cums!_ Mats wrangled with his partner for a moment, the both of them flipping over on the sweat-slick floor. Before Griff knew what was happening, his body was in the shadow of the great green beast. His ass held onto the dick in it as well as it could as Mats drug it out of him, the sucking sound ringing clear in both their ears. Griff saw stars as Mats took his last, powerful thrusts into him, each slowing down as his cock swelled as hard as it could, prepared to set whatever it was stuck in awash with his seed. He held in place, flush with the barely-conscious human. As still as he was, his body buzzed with activity as it prepared to blow the load of a lifetime.

A hot wash of pleasure flowed over Mats mind. First piercing, then fat and dull. It all happened as the floodgates burst open, his balls giving their all and his cock directing the load deep, deep into Griff. The human had been seeing stars, but the moment that fat gush of cum smashed into his deepest reaches, it felt like he had collided with the moon, face first.

“Gyaaaa!! AAAAAAHHH!” Mats gave a roar, his mind turned to mush by the explosion of his own pleasure. The cum flowing generously from his dick filled Griff like a waterskin held against a hot geyser. Griff was full in a second, and for a moment he was certain this would be the end of him! Luckily, before the poor human exploded, Mats tugged his cock out, perhaps in an attempt to thrust once more into the hot hole, but the pressure of the hot gunk released the orgasming dick from the overstuffed ass it occupied. The shot hadn’t even concluded its first fat pulse, and already Griff was filled to bursting and the floor was being covered by a growing pool of hot jizz.

The blast hadn’t even come to a trickle before the next overwhelmed the pair, this one perhaps even harder than the last! Griff was holding onto consciousness by a hair as a blast of seed like a quarterstaff knocked him in the chin and across his sensitive belly. Somehow he managed to stay awake, perhaps through sheer will to ride out the monstrous orgasm. Mats too was not in the most mindful of states, even the orcish fury that had guided him before was mute with churning pleasure. The big beast had a dumb smile on his face as his cock and balls did all the work for him, all he had to do was enjoy the ride. Meanwhile Griff was dealing with the weight of an orc on his hips, a stomach that never seemed to be able to fully empty itself of the thick slime that had been shot deep within it, and getting blasted all over his midsection with steaming hot orc gunk. It definitely was a change from the last time the two had been at it!

Each pulse soon became less violent, and the cum slowed down to slower, uneven spritz’. Mats felt his brain slowly wade its way back into consciousness, the afterglow unlike anything he had felt, even on his first day as an orc. His balls no longer ached with the need to inseminate, instead feeling graciously drained. He sat up onto his knees as his vision cleared.

And what had happened was very, very clear.

Griff moaned as he tried to keep himself from passing out on his back and half-drowning in cum. His ravaged ass still draining the thick load. 

“Damn,” was all Mats had to say. The room was fucked… Literally in some ways! At least they had spared the bed. The orc’s knees wobbled a bit as he stood up, the high altitude view reminding him of just how thoroughly fucked Griff was. He picked up the human, who barely stirred. Finally vertical, cum ran from his ass, his stomach returning to something a little less distended. Mats gave him a little shake like he was getting the last drops out of a bottle of syrup, before overturning the sheets of the large bed and laying the human down into them. Griff was asleep before his head had nestled into a big feather pillow.

Mats looked at the sticky human sleeping peacefully on the bed, and sleep sounded very, very good. The orc turned the human on his side and nestled into the bed, sheets gently slipping over his sweaty green skin. He took Griff and snuggled him into the crux of his arm like he was a little stuffed animal the orc had taken to bed; and stuffed he was, still leaking a tiny bit of orc out his ass. Mats laid his head on the pillow, and his eyes looked at Griff's contented face. A smile came over his orcish teeth, sleep overcoming his thoughts.

He hoped he would have another rut soon… Like tomorrow.