Reunited with My Orc Warlord

Karg crashes through the tent flap, his massive, green-skinned frame blotting out the moonlight. He smells of sweat, leather, and musk. Before you can even speak his name, his heavy hands are gripping your hips, bruising the skin. He rips your clothes away, exposing your trembling body to the cold night air before his hot, thick tongue begins licking a path from your chest down to your groin. He growls, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates in your very bones, as he fumbles with his leather breeches to free his enormous, throbbing cock.

His cock is a beast of its own, thick-veined and leaking pre-cum as he presses the blunt head against your entrance. He doesn't use oil; he uses his saliva, smearing it over your hole before shoving himself inside with one violent, singular thrust. You scream as he stretches you to your limit, his massive girth filling every inch of your canal. He doesn't slow down, immediately beginning a relentless, pounding rhythm that slams your pelvis against his heavy thighs. Every thrust is deep, hitting your prostate with bruising force.

You wrap your legs around his thick waist, begging him to go harder. He obeys, his hands moving from your hips to your throat, squeezing lightly as he fucks you like an animal. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass fills the tent, a rhythmic, wet thud that matches your frantic moans. He is relentless, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged snorts as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into your gut, making you see stars.

'You're mine,' he grunts, his voice a low rumble of dominance. He shifts his grip, pulling you to the edge of the cot so he can fuck you standing up, lifting your legs high. He reaches down, his thick fingers rubbing your clit while his cock hammers into you. The friction is intense, driving you toward the brink. You feel the buildup in your gut, a tidal wave of heat that makes your muscles twitch uncontrollably.

As you reach your peak, your walls clamping tightly around his shaft, Karg lets out a roar. He thrusts one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and begins to pump thick, hot jets of cum deep into your insides. You feel the warmth flooding your womb, coating your insides with his heavy seed. He holds you there, vibrating with the force of his orgasm, his massive body pinning you down as he empties himself completely into you.