GrimlokkXSister

She was slowly caressed herself as she thought of him. Thinking of his large body, the taunt iron of his muscles, and his thick, musky smell. Her body quivered as her fingers slipped into her wet, pink folds- acting on the intense impulse of wanting him inside her. She thought about him taking her in his strong arms and ravaging her to the brink of her senses, his strength overpowering her. She suppressed a squeal that nearly escaped and continued to touch and tickle her aching sex...

 

Grimlokk froze his movements. His pointed ears detected a far off sound, roving his head in its direction he slowly studied its noise. He recognized the sound as the faint cry of his traveling companion. He grunted in annoyance.

She was constantly getting him into trouble. Well, more like causing others to die by his hand after negotiations always break down. She always had to follow that stupid moral code of hers, it was like she had a rule for everything. He understood the role and lifestyle of a cleric, but it didn't seem to always fit with the realities of the world.  

Then again, she was the kindest thing he had ever seen. She had helped him so many times and now he finds himself coming to her aid again. Not that he was complaining; smashing the skulls of others and feeling their bodies break against his war hammer did satisfy his innate bloodlust as an orc. And... it is nice to have that heal of hers around, or all those buffs... He reasoned to himself.

By quickening his paces and shifting his weight forward, he was able to move his massive frame with shocking momentum. He crashed through the underbrush of the forest as smaller branches snapped like twigs over his armored body.

 

 

Her breath caught in her throat, her flush cheeks with exasperation as her hips began to grind against her hands. She was so lost in her heated lust she didn't hear him approaching. He bursted forth from the foliage with a mighty crash. She jolted upright and scrambled under her cloak while trying to scoot herself away from him.

"HOLY SHINNING LYTHANDER!! GRIMLOKK!? WHAT IN PURGATORY ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Eh? I heard you yelping so I came..." He sat his hammer on his shoulder as he looked around, disappointed at the lack of enemies to be slaughtered.

"Are you alright? I...uh..." He trailed off at seeing her red face and eyes that were nearly welling with tears all while bundled underneath her covering.

"Yes... I-I was just m-m-master... er... Mastering meditation... and I... " She stammered and stuttered, "Slipped and I... The reason I was naked is because I was going to shower and.. I mean I was going to ..."

Grimlokk tilted his head, he couldn't understand why she was acting so evasive. She was usually so honest. Then again, she has been acting a bit weird lately. Well she always does things that are weird to him, but she has been stiffer than what would be normal for her.

He may not be the most perceptive thing ever, but she wouldn't make eye contact with him anymore. Every time he came close to her, she nearly recoiled and would attempt to keep a set distance between them.

"Hm?" Thinking caused him to ignore her ramblings and his lapse in attention cause him to catch scent of something. He flared his nostrils: an invigorating perfume filled his deep lungs.

 "Do you smell that?" She froze at his words.

"What is that?... It smells..." He closed his eyes, breathing it in again and licked his fanged mouth, "Great."

 

His mouth watered as he grew closer to her. She shrank  away, panicking and unable to know how to react. He couldn't explain it, but it was like parts of his brain were shutting down from smelling that aroma. He felt as if all that was important in that moment was to find it.

"Are you hiding what's making that smell?" He loomed closer and roughly grabbed her, searching the elusive trail of the scent. His calloused hands encased her entire thigh and easily pulled her cloak from her.

Her bare naked body was a shocking pale to him. He had never knew humans looked so white and vulnerable without any cloths or armor on.

 

"Is this... what humans smell like when they... want to mate?" She looked as if she were to fall to pieces at any moment.

"It's nice..." his voice growled deeply within his chest as he moved his face to her nether regions. He grinned at the sight of her delicate femininity.  He was no novice to mating, he had taken his fair share of female orcs among his tribe. As the chieftain's son, breeding with the females in his tribe was sometimes more about cementing your  place in the hierarchy than consummating love or satisfying urges.

He dipped his thick tongue into her. She gasped in response and immediately threw her arms against his head, feebly trying to push him off. Sister felt every textured bump on his nearly raspy tongue, feeling as if she would jump out of her skin as he nonchalantly glazed over her clit.

"I normally don't like the taste of sweet things... But you seem to be the exception." His breathing deepened as he felt a stirring in his lower abdomen.  

"S-stop! Don't!! I -eu-ah!" She cried in pathetic pleas.

"Eh? I don't think you want me to stop... You're soaking wet. I may not be smart, but even I know what that means." Being so close to the rich smell of her scent was setting his body into overdrive. His thick cock throbbed underneath his armor, begging to be released. He began unbuckling part of his armor. Sister shoved her limbs at him.

"No! Don't!!" her blue eyes streamed tears down her cheeks. She bruised herself on his cold armor. His chest  growled low, intimidating her into submission. With his free hand he gripped her supple breast and pressed his teeth into her neck. She yelped in pain.

His mind was clouded, his reasoning was leaving his consciousness. Grimlokk tossed his iron armor to the side and didn't waste a moment in hesitating. He plunged his heavy green member into her. She screamed at the large intrusion into her body. Despite how tight her virgin slit was to him, his powerful strokes easily parted her walls. She screamed as his strokes turned to pounding, feeling his hips crash against her body over and over again.

Grimlokk's mouth was drooling with overwhelming sensation of sliding in and out of her. Her soft and silky embrace around his rock hard phallus drove himself deeper and deeper into her, wanting to feel her more and more. His eyes began to glaze over, his chest rumbling with pleasure.

Every moment to Sister was a cluster of ecstasy and pain that was unbearable. Her body was being wreaked and overrun by his massive frame. She screamed as her nerves felt as if they were shooting lightning under her skin. She felt as if she was burning on the inside, immolating from the heat caused by Grimlokk's  unforgiving cock.

Suddenly, he seized her waist with both hands. He was frothing at the mouth now, as if he was in a barbaric rage. Feeling the building sensation that was tensing his lower regions, he ferociously pulled at her body  while pushing  into her.

The pressure peaked for him as he climaxed and began pumping cum into her. Each thrust leaving more and more in her until it spilled out as he continued cumming. Sister's back arched at his pulsing penis, her head thrown back in uncontained screams. Grimlokk roared in animalistic pleasure as his balls clenched upward, emptying his sack into her. He groaned at the mind numbing intensity as he fell back..

 

Grimlokk blinked at the noon time sun blazing brightly above in the sky. He groggily began to wake up, his large hand shielding his eyes from the intense rays. He moved his tongue in his dry mouth as he tried to recount the last time he was awake. The moments came rushing back like a heavy tide.

His cleric... Naked... And then...?.

What... did I.... Grimlokk looked down to see Sister still naked and laying on his stomach. She was unconscious, but he could still hear her breathing. Slowly, the pieces fell into place as the cogs in his mind put everything together.

Did I just accidently rape my traveling friend...?

He pulled his now limp dick from her still wet pussy and proceeded to gently set her on the ground. He couldn't believe how much cum was still pooled on the ground after their session. Guiltily, he draped her cape around her, cleaned himself off, and began to reattach his armor. Grimlokk found it more difficult than usual to attach the buckling of his crotch piece until he noticed that it was bent from its previous coercive removal. Great, another thing I have to ask for that black smith to fix...

Sister awoke to the familiar annoyed grunts of an orc. She rubbed her blue eyes and tried not to move her aching body. Her legs felt like jelly, her sensitive womanhood was sore,  her body bruised, and she could feel the shallow puncture wounds of a few bite marks around her neck.

"Grimlokk...?" He stopped messing with his armor, but refused to turn to face her.

"Grimlokk." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Where are you going?" He was silent for a long time, still trying to get his belt on.

"... I'm sorry." He gave up and threw it on the ground and reached for his war hammer instead. "I didn't mean to do that to you. Something came over me and I... I didn't mean to hurt you... I'll leave..." His shoulders slumped as he paced forward.

"Grimlokk-wait!"   He paused mid stride.  "I haven't been.. um... completely honest with you. The reason I was... in the state that you found me was because.... b-because I was thinking of... of you..." Her words sank into him.

"What?" Surly he didn't hear her correctly. He turned to see her sheepishly  looking at the ground.

"I know that you don't think very highly of humans... So I never really said anything. To be honest, I was afraid that you would get mad and... I don't know.. I'm sorry-"

"Stop that." He interrupted her. She looked at him sadly, shocked at his hurtful words.

"No- I mean stop saying you're sorry all the time. I hate that. You act like everything bad that happens is your responsibility." He kneeled down to her level.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He rested his hand to her face, "Because as far as humans go, you're... The only one I like to be around."

"And besides... I..." Grimlokk couldn't understand why it was so hard to put how he felt into words. Sister had become more than just a free source of heal spells.

"Thank you..." Grimlokk could hear the sincerity in her voice. It moved him in a way he had never felt before. She closed her eyes as she pressed her cheek into his hand.

 

End.

"Although seriously, I really can't move right now... Either you're going to have to carry me or we're going to be making camp here for the next few days."

"Eh? Why can you just use one of your heal spells."

"I did... it's the only reason I'm still alive right now."

"... Bahgtru, did I fuck you that hard?"

"....Yes..."