Celebrating Orctoberfest! Female orc x female reader (nsfw)! (Patreon)

Whoop! It's October, which means Orctoberfest is upon us! And to celebrate, as you'll no doubt have gathered from my Tumblr announcements and the poll on here, I'm doing an extra story for you this month! You voted for a female orc and a female reader, so here it is. It's a modern setting, involves rescuing a puppy, and I really like how it turned out. I hope you do too! 

Here's 4476 words of wlw orc love!

It was the yipping and squealing that woke you up. Blearily, you sat up, frowning. It sounded like a puppy, and it was very clearly in a lot of distress. What the hell was a puppy doing out on the road at whatever ass-crack of night time this was? You rubbed at your eyes and fumbled to pick up your phone. Squinting as the light of the screen blared to life, you groaned. Yep. Ass-crack time of night. Two thirty in the morning. Still, that pathetic whimpering wasn’t something you could just ignore.

Folding the covers back, you padded to the window and drew back the curtain, rubbing at your eyes to clear them of the lingering fog of sleep. A light flickered on in the house across the street, casting a pool of warm, golden light over the form of a small, grey puppy, who had been tied up to a lamppost, and was all alone. It was also slowly tangling itself in its lead in its distress. “Who does that?” you raged, hot, searing anger boiling up inside your chest at the thought of such a tiny, dependent creature being abandoned on a cold autumn night like this. 

Grabbing a hoodie and stuffing your feet into a pair of socks, you stumbled downstairs, tripped over your bag and coat in the hall, cursed, picked yourself up, shoved on a mismatching pair of shoes, and finally struggled briefly with the chain on the door. By the time you’d made it outside, someone else had been drawn by the yowling, and she looked up at you as you came across the road towards her. It was only as you neared her that your sleepy, muzzy brain registered that she was six and a half feet tall, built like a freight train, and most definitely an orc. 

She smiled sweetly at you though, and as she looked back down at the puppy, you noticed she had her black hair cropped close above her tapering ears while the rest was tied back into a gloriously thick ponytail that spilled down her back in messy waves. She wore a loose, sleeveless vest, which showed off her biceps and shoulders to incredible advantage. As she knelt down and stretched out her hand to greet the puppy, you felt your mouth go dry at the glimpse of smooth green skin you saw as the loose garment shifted, revealing the curve of her big, muscular breasts underneath. 

“Hey there, little guy,” she crooned in a husky alto, still holding out her hand towards him, allowing him to get the scent of her first. The little pit bull was trembling all over, and he looked too scrawny. He should have had puppy fat clinging to his shoulders and belly but he was barely more than skin and bone. His short coat was a gorgeous, smoky grey, and he had a white patch on his chest, and two white socks on his front paws. His bright eyes were ice blue and he gazed up at the pair of you with a desperate plea for help in them. 

Your eyes slid from the puppy back to the orc for a moment, and you licked your lips as you saw her toned, muscular thighs which eventually disappeared into some very tiny, blue hot pants. She was also barefoot, despite the cold. God, she was gorgeous, but in the face of the puppy’s distress, you couldn’t linger on any of that. 

She glanced up at you and her cocoa brown eyes glittered for a moment. Her thick, rounded tusks gleamed in the lamplight, and as she smiled at you, chuckling softly with a knowing kind of laugh, you felt your face flush hot, and returned your attention to the little dog. “He was abandoned?” you asked, kneeling down beside her and extending a hand towards the dog so he could sniff you. His little tongue darted out and he began to lick your fingers pleadingly.

“Seems like it,” she growled. “Who would do that?”

“He’s a pit bull,” you commented. “They’re often misunderstood. We had one when I was a kid, and the number of comments my folks got about how ‘irresponsible’ it was to have such a ‘violent and aggressive’ dog around a young child… you wouldn’t believe it…”

She shook her head. “I’ll hold him still while you un-clip his lead. He can stay with me for the night, and I’ll take him to the vet in the morning to see if he’s got a microchip.”

“And if he doesn’t?” you asked, doing as she said, fingers moving clumsily in the chilly air. 

She shrugged. “I’ve always wanted a dog…”

You smiled as the little puppy began to squirm and wriggle in her massive hands, licking furiously all over every bit of skin he could reach, and making her laugh. “He likes you,” you said, holding out the lead. “Here.”

She stood, cradling the puppy against her body, and looked down at you. “Thanks. You want to come with me to the vet tomorrow? Since you helped and all?”

She laughed at your surprise, a low, warm rumble that made something in your chest ache. “I’d love that. I don’t have to be at work til the afternoon, so if you’re free in the morning…?”

The orc nodded, the puppy still squirming in her arms and whining happily. “I’m Khasha, by the way.” She jostled the dog slightly and held out her hand to you.

You shook it, smiling at the way her hand engulfed yours, and told her your name. 

Khasha grinned, tusks flashing. “I like it. Suits you. Ok, well, I’ll get pup warmed up and settled down, and I’ll bring him by yours tomorrow. I don’t have a car, but the vet’s isn’t far from here. You mind walking?”

You shook your head. “See you tomorrow,” you said, giving the puppy a tickle behind his ear. He yipped and licked at you, still wiggling and squirming happily in Khasha’s arms. 

When Khasha knocked on your door the next day, you had spent a good half hour making sure you were much more presentable than your 2am self had been - the horror when you’d realised you’d been wearing one pink trainer and one work shoe was just… mortifying - and you practically glowed with pride when you swung the door open and she saw you. Your suspicions about her preferences from the previous night were confirmed as she raked you up and down with those deep brown eyes, taking in your dark jeans and cosy jumper, and casually-styled hair, and then smiled bashfully. It was all understated, but she could tell you’d made an effort. 

“Morning,” you said, a very slight purr in your voice, and she grinned back.

“Morning,” she replied. 

Puppy was in her arms, and he looked frankly like he belonged in the crook of her arm, and seemed delighted to be there too. When you said so, and asked her how he’d slept, she chuckled. 

“I gave him a drink and then a bit of a bath - he didn’t like that much - and then let him sleep with me on the couch. I didn’t want him in my bed when I don’t know if he’s got fleas or anything, but he doesn’t seem to be scratching, so I think we’re ok. He slept through the rest of the night. I gave him some plain boiled chicken and rice this morning, which he seemed to like.” She chucked him gently under the chin, laughing as he tried to mouth her, and then she looked up at you. “Ready to go?”

You locked up, and headed out with her, breath billowing in the fresh morning air. It was hard to keep up with her long stride, but she adjusted her pace almost immediately, and began to answer your questions about her. You learned, to your surprise, that she was a lecturer at the local university, and when you asked her what subject she taught, she grinned playfully and said, “Guess.”

“Seriously?” you blurted. “I have no idea!”

“Humour me,” she laughed. 

She was wearing jeans that hugged her beautiful legs very tightly, and a round-necked jumper with the logo of some video game or other that you didn’t recognise. “Hell if I know…” you grumbled. “Physics?”

Khasha snorted delightfully, her flatter, orcish nose making the sound ten times more effective than if it’d come from a human, and she barked a laugh. 

“Take that as a ‘no’ then…” you blushed. 

“Guess again.”

“English literature?” you said, running out of topics, not actually having been to university yourself, not having been able to afford it.

Sensing your discomfort, she softened instantly. “I’m a professor of Medieval Art,” she said. 

“What? That’s so cool!” you smiled, instantly forgetting your discomfort. 

She shrugged, pausing at the pedestrian crossing and trying to adjust puppy in her arms so she could push the button. 

“Here,” you said, reaching across her body and pressing it for her. The move took you closer to her than you had yet been, and you caught the rich, warm scent of her as you drew back. It distracted you all the way to the vet’s surgery, and as you took your seat beside her in the waiting area, you tried to focus on giving puppy your attention, not on how good she smelled or how thick and soft her hair was as it occasionally brushed against you, swinging in that vivacious ponytail of hers. 

When you were called in, a jovial minotaur filled the doorway, a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and he took one look at the puppy and made an undignified little squeak of delight that absolutely did not suit the huge figure it came from. “Oh look at him!” he crooned as Khasha set the dog down on the examination table, and the little creature began to shake, skinny tail between his legs.

“I’m Jon,” the minotaur smiled at both of you. “And I hear this little fella was abandoned,” he added, kneeling down so that he didn’t loom over the dog so much. He had dark fur with a white blaze going up from his pink nose, the white just tinting the front of his long, thick, black forelock with an attractive slash of silver, and his two horns jutted out a long way above large, expressive ears. His big hands roved over the little dog, checking his health, and then he weighed him, and scanned him for a microchip. “Nothing,” he said. “I didn’t expect there to be anything though. It’s such a shame that pitbulls like him are just abandoned…”

Khasha sighed. “So… what happens now?” she said as he gave the dog a kennel cough shot up the nose and a couple of other important vaccines. 

“Brave boy,” he said, holding out a biscuit to him once he’d finished, which the pup eagerly gobbled up, crunching and spilling little bits all over the tabletop. While he dutifully hoovered those up too, the minotaur said, “Well, I suppose he’s yours now, if you want him. Otherwise, we can call the local shelter, and have them pick him up and take him for re-homing.”

You and Khasha exchanged a single-minded look over the puppy’s shivering back, and she nodded. “I’ll give him a home,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about getting a dog for a while now.”

“Maybe it’s fate,” Jon grinned. “I think he’ll have a good home with you and your girlfriend,” he added as he turned back to the computer in the corner and began logging the last of the information into the system. 

You and Khasha stared at each other, laughter bright in your eyes as you fought not to guffaw at his assumption. She shrugged and mouthed, “I’m ok with that,” and flashed you a cheeky grin before scooping puppy up and cradling him in her arms, nuzzling her nose against his ear until he began to yip happily, his little whip of a tail flailing back and forth. “Oh you’re so cute, little one,” she said. “What to call you though…?”

When you had left the vet’s, you offered to come with Khasha to pick up a bag of dog food from a local place that was cheaper than the surgery, and when you’d selected something together from the shelf, Khasha handed you the dog and picked up the huge bag of dry puppy food in one arm, carrying in her other the plastic bag with the new dog bowl and toys for him. 

You and she talked all the way home. You discovered that she liked football - soccer, that was - and had played for her university team until she’d broken her collarbone and decided to focus on academia instead. She had two older brothers, one of whom worked in the city as a banker, and the other was some kind of astrophysicist and worked for the space agency. “You come from an intimidatingly intelligent family, you know that?” you said. 

She seemed to slump a little and nodded. “I’ve heard that before,” she said, with more than a hint of a sigh in her words. 

“It’s not a bad thing!” you added quickly. “I just… well… I work at the local bakery and cafe, so… yeah.”

She paused on her doorstep and set down the bag of dog food so she could fish out her keys and open the door, but before she did, she turned and looked straight at you. “There’s nothing inferior about that,” she said plainly.

Blushing, you kissed puppy’s nose and she allowed you the distraction. 

Her house was simply furnished, and yet somehow it was still a complete tip. Clothes were draped over the backs of chairs - everything from smart suit jackets to tattered old workout tops -, paperwork covered the table in the open-plan living-dining area, a handful of unattractive and very much dead flowers that had been there so long they’d just dried out sat dumped in a cracked, pottery jug on the table too, and a bag of sports kit spilled its contents out all over the floor in a corner of the kitchen. 

“Shit,” she said, running her hand through her ponytail. “I’m sorry it’s such a dump. I meant to tidy it this weekend, but it all just got away from me…”

“It’s ok,” you said reassuringly. “It’s nice to find out you aren’t completely perfect…”

Khasha shook her head and grinned, holding both hands out. “Gimme that dog before you decide I’m unfit to be his parent.”

“You want me to help you tidy things up a bit?” you asked, setting the dog down on the ground instead so he could explore his new home properly this time. “I’m not due in work for another hour or so… and it’s only round the corner.”

“Wait, you work at the Tengu’s Nest bakery?” she asked, eyes lighting up. When you nodded, she laughed. “One of my colleagues and best friends goes there all the time, and he’s always trying to get me to go. He’s an Onikuma - you might know him?”

“Freddie?” you asked, and when she nodded, you added, “Oh he’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, he is. He’s never stopped raving about the baklava he gets from there, but I never seem to get round to going. Now I’ll have to, won’t I?” she asked, nudging you gently in the ribs and sending a thrill of delight through you.

“You don’t have to come just for me,” you said, and when she bit her lip to keep from laughing, you realised the innuendo in your words. Fighting not to flush hotter than the sun, you took a deep breath and added, “But I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to.”

“Duly noted,” she said dryly. “Look, I’ll tidy this shit up, and then maybe I’ll swing by with puppy later. He’s going to need a better name than ‘puppy’, but I’ll see what I can come up with. Maybe one of my students can find a name for him.”

“If you take him to class with you, you’ll never get them to focus on the lesson,” you said.

“I don’t know,” she grinned, cocking her head slightly to one side to reveal her sharp cheekbones and the glint in her dark eyes. “I can be pretty… captivating… if I set my mind to it.”

“So I see,” you said. Giving puppy a final cuddle, you left, feeling flustered and giddy in all the right ways, and with the promise of a visit later that afternoon, you left for work.

It was your turn in the kitchen, and your boss, an easily-panicked tengu with the colouring of a woodpecker, asked you to make a new batch of the bakery’s best-seller: chocolate and salted caramel tarts. Most of your afternoon was spent in the back, making pastry and filling, but you’d have been lying if you’d said you hadn’t found your eyes constantly drifting towards the doors that led to the main shop. 

As the day wore on, however, and Khasha showed no sign of putting in an appearance, you began to flag, and your enthusiasm to wane. Just as you’d given up all hope, and perhaps five minutes before Clio was due to close up shop, you were taking your apron off in the Armin shop, with your back to the entrance. As you leaned your head forwards and lifted it free, a hand touched the small of your back, and you jumped. 

Spinning, you found Khasha towering over you, looking surprisingly sheepish for someone so big and bulky. “Sorry I’m so late,” she said. “The department sprung an all-hands meeting on me, and I couldn’t get away.” 

“You’re here now,” you said, trying not to show just how relieved you were. She was wearing a pencil skirt that left little about her curves to the imagination, and a modest blouse. “Where’s puppy?” you asked, trying to distract herself. “Did he behave himself?”

She laughed, her hair - loose now - spilling down her back in a shimmering cascade, and jabbed her finger over her shoulder. Outside, beside one of the little steel bowls you’d insisted that Clio buy for thirsty dogs that summer, was puppy. He didn’t seem anxious, especially for a dog who had so recently been abandoned, but he was peeking around the corner and staring through the glass door after Khasha, with his little grey head tilted curiously to one side. His blue eyes were fixed on her and when she turned and smiled at him, he stood up and wagged, panting. 

“He behaved himself perfectly all day,” she said. “But I reckon he’d appreciate going home soon.”

“You don’t have to stay here then,” you said, more despondently than you’d intended. 

“When’s your shift over?” she asked. 

You glanced at the clock on the wall of the bright bakery cafe and shrugged. “Pretty much now?” you said. “Just got to clear up a few things out back.”

Her hand came slowly and gently up to your cheek, and she thumbed something away. “What have you been making?” she asked, tasting it in a way that made your chest clench suddenly, and her own eyes darken. 

“Chocolate and salted caramel tarts…” you said, grinning as her eyes rolled and she hummed quietly. 

“My favourite,” she said. 

“Well, even though you’re late, I’ll see if I can find one for you.”

When you re-emerged from the back, you carried a little gift box in your hands, and inside it were two tarts nestled side by side. 

They didn’t last long once you got home, and the moment you’d settled an exhausted puppy down to sleep in the other room, she bit her lip and leaned forwards. You read her intention clearly and smiled, tilting your face up to meet hers. “I wanted to do this last night,” she rasped, right before she kissed you. “You looked so beautiful…”

Smiling, you let her draw you into her kiss. 

She cupped the back of your head in her large hand, and you could smell the scent of her hair as she pressed her lips carefully to yours. Her tusks nudged against your cheeks as she kissed you, and her eyes rolled closed in pleasure. She sought more in that kiss than you had expected, but as you deepened it, and tasted the chocolate on her lips and tongue, you found yourself being tipped gently back against the sofa.

Khasha slid her hand up beneath your top and cupped your breast in her strong fingers, moaning with pleasure as she kneaded you gently. She lowered her nose to your stomach and began to kiss her way up your torso, between your breasts, raising up the fabric of your top as she went, and leaving you gasping. 

It had been a while since you’d been intimate with anyone, and although you hadn’t known her long, it felt right. You felt safe in her hands, and you began to give yourself to her. She lifted your hips and freed you of your clothes after taking a long time to tease you. Her lips and tongue played with your nipples, her teeth raking gently over the hardening nub until you were shaking and sensitive. “You want more?” she asked, her voice husky with lust. 

As you nodded, she smiled and kissed her way up your thighs, drawing aside the last layer of clothing, and pressing her nose against you. She let out a deep moan and suddenly her fingers tightened on your hips, almost bruisingly hard. Her tongue darted out and she began to lick over you. “So wet for me,” she murmured, drawing back to glance up at you. Her dark eyes were glassy with her desire, and she licked her lips before returning eagerly to your body. 

She worked the tip of her tongue up either side of your lips, making you gasp with the delicate intimacy of it, and then she pursed her lips and sucked gently at your swollen, throbbing clit, delighted at the response it drew from you. Your fingers tangled in her hair as she worked her tongue over you in circles, nudging and kissing you, sometimes using her teeth, while her blunt tusks nudged up against you, just about keeping you grounded as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. 

“Khasha!” you gasped, “Please…”

“Please what, beautiful?” she asked, barely raising her head from your sex. Her breath ghosted over your wetness and it made you lurch again. “You want me to make you come?”

Nodding wordlessly, you begged her with your eyes, and she smiled reassuringly. 

Sucking kisses over your clit, she returned her attention to you, and just as you felt the first tingling beginnings of your peak approaching you, she slipped two fingers inside you and crooked them against your already-clenching inner walls. As she continued to kiss and lick at your clit, you felt white heat surging through you. 

“Khash!” you cried out, torso beginning to curl, bringing your head downwards towards her. 

She only smiled and continued, her thumb now adding a little pressure below her tongue, and you came with a scream, clenching around her as waves of pleasure ripped through you. She kept her lips tight against you, easing you through and prolonging your orgasm with expert guidance, until you slumped, twitching and sensitive, against the sofa behind you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, sitting back on her heels to admire you. 

You could only grunt something incoherent at her, and she laughed. “Let me take you upstairs,” she said, and she slid her arms under your knees and around your shoulders, bearing you easily upstairs to her bedroom. You recovered on the way but felt boneless and relaxed as she undressed and lay down beside you. You stroked lazy fingers over her bare thighs and up over her hard stomach. She was completely naked beside you, and you dipped your fingers between her legs to discover just how wet she was. 

You bit your lip and whispered her name, watching as her own hips bucked upwards to meet your touch. Her clit was large, swollen, and apparently very sensitive as well. Her feet arched and her whole body went tense as you circled it experimentally with the tip of your middle finger, and she began to growl, fingers clutching at the sheets. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Fuck, please… that’s so good… oh…”

You knelt beside her and took one dusky nipple between your teeth, closing your lips around it a moment later, without breaking the rhythm of your fingertip around her clit. She writhed and squirmed, snarling through her tusks at you in a way that made you want her all over again. She wasn’t going to last long, you realised, as you looked down at her and saw her thrust her chin up, grunting with pleasure. 

“More,” she rasped, “Please, more…”

Obediently, you shuffled down to sit between those powerful thighs, and as you slipped three fingers of your left hand into her, you felt her clench around you. She began to shake as you kept the pressure just below her clit, nudging and catching it in a steady rhythm that had her cursing and begging, her back arching off the bed. “I’m gonna… I’m…” she gasped, and suddenly she was coming. 

Convulsions swept through her as she came with a beautiful violence befitting a powerful orc like her. Her body gripped your fingers inside her as you felt the waves of pleasure coursing through her, her clit pulsing against your fingers. Sweat glistened between her breasts, and you sat there in awe as you reduced six and a half feet of orc to a shivering, whimpering mess. 

With a trembling hand, she reached for you a little while later and opened her eyes. “C’mere,” she mumbled, complaining and twitching as you withdrew your fingers from her. She watched, wide eyed with delight, as you tasted her and smiled, and at that she lost all patience. She snatched you down against her and kissed you hard. “You little minx,” she purred. “I haven’t come like that in…” she finished her statement with another chuckle. 

“Likewise,” you said with a laugh, kissing her collarbones and making her jump again. 

She rolled on top of you, energy clearly recovered, and ground herself against your thigh. “You want to go again?” she asked. “I’ve got a couple of toys that might make things even more interesting?”

Smiling, you nodded and lay back, deciding it would be good to put yourself in her hands again. 

With a playful grin, she reached for the handle of the drawer beside her bed.

I really hope you enjoyed this Orctober exclusive I've written for you. If you did, don't forget to leave me a like and/or a comment - it really means the world to hear your feedback on the things I work hard to produce for you on here. Stay tuned for October's other story, featuring a male satyr and a female reader, which is currently over 8000 words long...!!!