Orc Fucked (Patreon)

Belzken was the dangerous wasteland territory of the orcs. 

The high temperature was near unbearable by human standards, but orcs considered the hot weather yet another test by the unholy orc pantheon. Inside of a sweltering tent, the large Grash mated with an equally powerful male orc. The primitive bed that they fucked on strained and creeked, being made for lesser, smaller orcs. Savage snorts, roars and moans filled the air, as the sweaty male orc repeatedly thrust his impossibly huge green battering ram inbetween Grash's meaty gates.

Grash screamed in the throes of passion, losing herself in orgasm. Suddenly, she quickly hushed herself in realization. "We should be silent. If we are too loud...if Grimgosh should happen upon us..."

The orc was so engrossed with Grash, he threw caution to the wind. "Be silent, woman! Fuck Grimgosh. He'll never know!"

Grimgosh was the great orc chieftan of Grash's tribe. He had long lusted after the beautiful and powerful Grash, believing that only the strongest orc should mount her. He protected her from the sexual advances from other males, intent on claiming the great green giantess for himself. If Grash and her lover were caught, it would mean the end of them both!