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Orc Warchief x Reader (NSFW)

You’ve spent days tracking down this creature. It rode a beast that was twisted and savage. Tearing open anything that came across its path and the Orc rider permitted it to kill. Most of its victims were fleeing humans. You didn’t know where they came from, nor would you like to find out. The orc and it’s guards have laid waste to many small villages and towns. More than you could gather information on. This monster was a war-machine with no master. And with the bounty on its head, you were more than happy to take it down.

On the fourth night of tracking the Orc War-chief into the wastelands; you finally caught up to him. He made it easy for you. The group of five heavily armoured grunts left deep imprints in the dry, cracked earth. The mount the orc rode left a trail of dead bodies in its wake. Anything that managed to survive out in this hell-scape, and was unlucky enough to stumble upon the Orcs, was immediately killed for their supper or to feed the beast.

You were just glad that you found their camp as night started to fall. Tracking them in the dark, in unknown territory, was just as dangerous as taking the squad head on. You climbed the stony hill that separated you and the orcs. Grass pricked your skin through your leather armour. Not even your boots could protect you from the sharp stones hidden beneath the soil. Downwind from the beast gave you the advantage that it wouldn’t smell your cuts from the thorny bushes.

I can barely wait to slit this orc’s throat and be done with this hellish landscape. You hissed to yourself as you brushed off a fly from your shoulder. It was big and green, and it made a horrible wet noise whenever it moved.

Settling down by a boulder, concealing yourself from the camp, you observed the group. You counted five smaller orcs. Each had removed their helmets and were in various stages of removing their cumbersome armour. The Chieftain’s mount was curled up near a large tent. Tearing apart a large mammal between its paws. You immediately knew that the Chief would be in that tent. And it was on the outskirts of the camp. An easy slit to the canvas side and you could be in and out before any of the creatures sensed you. You just needed to be patient.

As the fire turned to coals, and the orcs fell into their drunken slumber, you made you move. Sneaking along the hill side and making sure to keep to the large rocks and plants for cover. You kept low. Dagger unsheathed in your hand; ready to attack if needed. The mount was fast sleep. Stretched out on its back with its leg in the air and the leftovers from its meal beneath its spiny hide. Every so often, its massive paws would kick out and it would make a grunt like sound. Every movement it made, you were sure it would wake, and you’d be its midnight snack. But it stayed asleep. Continuing with its dream as you carefully picked your way down the hill towards the back of the tent.

No one-liners. No acts of revenge. Just slit the Orc’s throat and run.

Your own words echoed in your head as the blade of your weapon pierced the side of the tent. The tearing sound of the canvas was barely audible. But you still stalled your entry; listening for any sign of the Chieftain stirring. However, the thunderous snoring from within told you he was still very much asleep.

You slipped through the tear in the tent. Crouching in the shadows as you observed your surroundings. The tent was bare of anything, but a pile of the Chieftain’s armour and a discarded bowl of half eaten sour smelling soup. A small fire still flickered in the centre of the tent. It had enough logs on it to keep it lit throughout the night. And beside it, slept the War Chief. He was much bigger up-close. His broad shoulders would make a full-grown human look tiny on comparison. And the tusks that curled out of his lower jaw were jagged and cracked. But were still impressive enough to look like they could maul someone to death.

Mustering up your courage, you approached him. Every step was carefully placed on the dry earth. Dust blew up into the air as the Chief exhaled. His body swelling twice its size as he grunted a deep breath and rolled onto his back. Head turned away from you. A perfect display of his neck open to you. You smiled and hurried your pace. Quick and clean. Slice and Run. It was an easy job; and you’d need to cut one of the Orc’s braids to display to the Bounty Keeper to confirm the kill.

You didn’t see the Chieftain’s eyes open. Or the curl of a wicked smile stretch across his cracked lips. You were too busy staring at his neck. At the throbbing vein that was just inches from your blade. And it only took a second. A stupid, careless second, and the monstrous Orc had you pinned against the ground with one massive hand. He roared with laughter as he slapped away your dagger. Eyes narrowed in smug victory as you gasped for breath. Slapping and kicking at the beast above you. Trying to dislodge its crushing grip on your neck. But the Orc was possibly three times bigger than you. And its strength came from a lifetime of death and war.

“Awww, look at you. You’re even more delicious up close.” The Chieftain purred. A thick, pink tongue wet his lips as you stared up at him. Confusion diminishing your fear.

“What?” You gasped. Barely managing to speak through the choke hold.

“I know you’ve been after me, little human.” The Orc said. “You’ve done well in hiding yourself for so long. But you grew sloppy when we crossed into the wasteland.” The Orc trailed a finger down your cheek. Surprisingly gentle despite the situation he held you under. “The hot winds carried your scent to me. And I should tell you little human, I have a thing for Man-Flesh.”

Your body locked up at the realisation of his words. Man-Flesh meant people. And the way his eyes devoured your body, meant it wasn’t just murdering and feeling bones crack between his fingers. “You’ve murdered people! Fuck you.” You snapped. Your anger taking over before your mind could wrangle it in.

“Only those that have upset me. Which is only humans that want to kill me for… pleasuring their loved ones.” That shocked you into still silence. Pleasure?

The Orc above you smiled. His fingers loosening around your throat, allowing you to breath. You eagerly gasped for breath; staring up at the orc as he spoke again.

“You might think me a monster for killing so many people. But I assure you, my intentions were only to protect my men. And have fun with the men and women of the villages we passed.” The Orc smirked. His free hand travelling down your body towards your pants. You bit your lip as his thick finger brushed between your legs. “Would you kill an Orc for wanting to spread pleasure?”

You had no idea what was happening. You could only stare up at him as the Orc slowly unwound his fingers from your throat. The second hand joining the first massaging your thighs. Opening them up to him and the Orc dragged your body across the ground to his thigh. Where he gripped your hips and started to grind you against the hard muscle of his leg. Your head went back. A groan escaping your lips and the Orc chuckled.

“You can say no, little Hunter.” The Orc purred. His thumb sliding over your waist to circle your mound under your pants. “I will let you go free. Or, you stay. And I show you what I do with the human partners that survived my wrath.”

You no longer needed his hands to glide you along his thigh. Your hips rolled against his muscles. Feeling him flex and soften under you with every movement you made. You sighed and nodded. After all this time of running through wastelands and jungles and trekking across the country; you were happy to lay on the ground and let this Orc show you.

The Chief smiled and released your hips. His surprisingly nimble fingers easily unbuttoning your pants. He groaned loudly as he slid the material away from your skin. His eyes drinking in the sight of your freed mound rubbing against his thigh. “Fuck. You humans have the best bodies. So soft and supple. In all the best sizes with all the best qualities.” The Chief hummed and ripped open your shirt. Another rumble echoing from his chest as you chucked away the broken fabric. The second you were on your back again, the Orc grabbed your waist and tugged you up into the air. He shoved his face into your bare chest. And you gasped as his tongue began to explore your crevasses. He had you hook your legs over his tusks and with one hand, he held you there. His neck tilted back to give himself better leverage, and you clung onto his dark hair for dear life as his tongue poked and prodded your hole.

“Oh fuck.” You exclaimed. Fingers fisting the course strands as the orc pushed the tip of his thick tongue inside you. Testing and stretching you out as you started to grind against his face. The Chief growled his pleasure. Loving the feeling of your body against his face. Feeling your body move against his lips and cheeks. His nose pressed against your mound as he sucked and licked between your legs.

Suddenly, a violent wave of pleasure crashed into you and you cried out as your body trembled. Your cum flowed into the Orc’s waiting mouth and he greedily cleaned you of your juices. “Good, little human. More. Give me more, little one.” The Orc hissed. Lowering you down onto the fur blanket and looming over you. You were slack with exhaustion. Never had you came so quickly before. But it was clear the Orc was not done with you. He pushed down his trousers. Freeing the cock that tented the material. And as it sprung out of its confinement, you audibly gasped at the sheer size of it. It was probably as thick as your arm. Maybe more so. And long! By the Gods, it was long.

“I-I don’t think you’ll fit…” You whimpered. A small shimmer of disappointment rushing through you. But the Chief merely chuckled. One hand fisting around his cock to stroke himself slowly. The veins bulged against the dark tone of his skin.

“Oh, trust me, little one. I’ll fit. We’ll just take it slow.”

You nodded and laid back against the fur. The Orc clearly preferred you facing him and allowing him to move you as he wished. His free hand grabbed your leg and lifted your ass into the air. He rested your lower back against his thighs. Having you on an angle against his crotch. You wrapped your legs around his trunk like torso and watched as he pushed the head of his cock against your hole.

With how sensitive you were already; feeling the thick tip against you ripped a shaky breath from your lungs. The Chief licked his lips. Swiping along between your thighs to lube himself up. You were already dripping. And he shameless slid his finger along your mound; bringing it up to his mouth and licking it clean.

“You taste so sweet. Like a of fruit, ripe and freshly picked.” The Orc moaned above you. He towered over you. Bending his waist to lean down and press his lips against yours. His tusks scratched your skin; but you were too distracted by the taste of your own juices to care right now. You moaned into his mouth. His tongue running along your lower lip and pushing past to enter your mouth. It dwarfed your tongue, but damn. It was hot and heavy kissing the creature above you. His cock pushed the tip inside you and the Chief swallowed the noises you made. Your hips shadowed the Orc’s. Stretching yourself on him. Filling you up to the brim. And he wasn’t even fully inside you.

The Chief grunted, and his breaths became harsh and shallow. His hands gripped your waist with bruising strength as he pushed more into you. Your head rolled back. Mouth falling open as the Orc bit and kissed your neck and chest. Eagerly moving his hip in tandem with yours. You felt the pain rush through you as you were stretched. But the pleasure of being filled. Feeling his hot tongue glide across your skin and tease your nipples was enough to turn your cries into that of ecstasy. And finally… finally… the Chief’s belly pressed against your hips. And you felt his balls slap your backside as he started to thrust into you. He said nothing. He was an orchestra of groans and grunts. Growls of pure pleasure ripping from his throat as he moved you against him. Harder and deeper he moved inside you. Your screams mixing together and outside you could hear the beast howling.

“Fuck! I’m gonna fucking fill you with my seed, little one. Fucking look at you. Taking my cock so fucking deliciously.” The Chief snarled. His teeth capturing your nipple and pinching it with his jaws. You left claw marks down his arms. Raising yourself on your elbows to fuck yourself more harshly against his cock. You were so close. His cock swelled inside you and his fingers fiercely rubbed against your mound. Bringing your climax on in a tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure.

Your scream was deafened by the Orc’s finishing roar. Your body shook with the velocity of it. And you moaned, collapsing onto the fur blanket as he pumped his hot seed into you. You twitched and moaned. Your hands rubbing yourself more as the Orc milked himself inside you. He pulled out with an audible pop, and his seed dribbled out onto the blanket.

The Chief smirked. A pleased hum echoing through the tent as he fingered your hole. Pushing the cum further into you as he purred. “How was that, little Hunter? Do you still want to kill me?” He asked. Your body shivering as he slid his finger out of you. Displaying it to you, offering his seed covered finger for you to lick. And you did so. Curiously tasting him as you met his gaze. Too exhausted to even muster a glare. You slowly removed your mouth from his finger. Running your tongue over the digits before swallowing what you managed to get from him.

“That… That was more than I expected.” You said. Chuckling softly as you reached over and snagged a piece of fabric. It was probably your torn shirt, but you didn’t care right now. You cleaned yourself off. Smiling up at the Orc. “And I won’t kill you. Not tonight at least.”

This got a chuckle out of the Orc. He crawled over to lay beside you. He hand going to your stomach and began massaging you. You were already sore. And the ache between your legs was getting worse. But feeling his warm fingers against your bare torso felt like heaven. “For an Orc, you have amazing hands.” You said. Throwing away the torn material as the Orc’s hand flattened against your body. He squeezed carefully; almost petting you as he ran his hand along your body.

“Comes with practice.” The Chieftain replied. A carefree smile curling his lips. His gaze never leaving your body. It was like he was observing you. Examining every inch of you while his fingers mapped out your curves and tones. Sensing your curious stare, the Chieftain tore his eye off you to talk to you directly. “I have a great appreciation for Humans. In your language, it would be considered a kink. I love the feeling of your soft flesh. The plumpness or firmness. How small you all are compared to me.” The very thought seemed to make him groan. His arms encircled you. Pulling you against his chest as he curled around you. He was unbelievably hot, and the firm muscles were like rocks against you. But you found yourself melting into his embrace. It was nice. Almost comforting.

“If I could I would keep you near me. But you are people, despite my need for a partner. You Humans never believe me to be…suitable.”

You frowned at his words. A part of you, the bleeding heart and still sensitive from sex, wanted to comfort the big creature. You wormed your hands free of his hold and ran your fingers over his jawline. At your touch, the Orc’s eyes closed and he seemed to relax. A long breath leaving his body as the tension unwound from his shoulders. You said nothing. Only continued to draw patterns over his face. Running your fingertips over his nose and chin. Mapping out his lips with your thumb; grinning when they puckered and pressed a fluttering kiss against your palm. A long moment of silence passed between you. And just when you started to think he was falling asleep; the Chief’s eyes opened and fixed themselves on you again.

“How much was the Bounty on my head?” He asked. Tone a lot more firm. “For you to hunt me so relentlessly; and follow me out into the wastes, it must have been a fair price.”

You nodded. Lowering your hands to rest on his chest. You could feel his heart beat against your palms. It was like a war-drum being beaten at a slow, but rhythmic pace. “It’s high enough for many to hunt you. But your reputation has kept many of the other Hunters off your trail.”

The Orc hummed. Nodding as his fingers played with a strand of your hair. “But you took it? Hunted me, despite the stories.”

“I needed the money.” You said. Your mood sobering up as your thoughts clouded your mind. “Desperately. My… My family are in a great deal of debt. And the King refuses to let them use their last remaining coins to purchase cattle for their farm. Everything they own will become the King’s. They will be thrown out into the streets. And that is a single road to death outside the walls of the town.”

The Orc’s arms tightened around you as your gaze became distant. You longer looked like a Hunter. Now, you were merely a Human with the burdens of their family. And you were willing to fight a monster to secure their lively-hood. The War-Chief knew very little about Human ruling. But if you owned a farm in his tribe, you were usually very wealthy. And were regarded highly since your livestock fed the tribes-people. The Orc sighed and pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Nuzzling you, in an offer of comfort.

“You have come all this way… I cannot let you leave without giving something to help you.” The Orc removed himself from the blankets. Standing up to approach a large rucksack that was bulging with contents. From within, he withdrew a pouch. It was bigger than the one you carried, and it clinked heavily with the sound of coins. “This is a sum of what my men and I get from killing the Hoards foes.” The Orc explained. Placing it in your hands and sitting back down beside you. “Consider it your first payment. If you come with me, I will give you a weekly payment to be my bed companion. You will be protected. You will have food and shelter. And my men will not lay a hand on you. You will be mine. And mine alone.”

You stared up at the Orc. The pouch heavily in your hands and you knew that you’d only need a few of these to pay off the debt your family owed. You bit your lip. You wouldn’t mind more sex with this Orc. And he seemed nice. You would need a more clear explanation of what was expected and what you expected from this deal. But you found it sound enough to give an attempt.

“I’ll agree. But what do you mean by the Hoards foes?” You asked. You vaguely knew the Hoard was considered all Orc Kind. The different tribes used a type of cultural diplomacy to help organise and rule the vast number of Orcs.

“There have been people that attempted or have murdered Orcs within my Tribe.” The Orc explained. “I was hired by the High Chieftain to hunt them down and bring back their heads.”

You had guessed it was something along this explanation. But you were still surprised that anyone would try to attack an Orc Tribe. Then again, you weren’t that well informed about the world and its various people. You nodded and sighed. Dropping the coin pouch on your trousers. “I accept your deal. But tomorrow we need to further discuss the rules and boundaries of this.”

“Of course, little one.” The Chief smiled. A glint of excitement flashing through his gaze as he stretched out next to you. His hands finding their place on your body to continue his petting.

“My name is (y/n).” You said. Your eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the sensation of the Orc’s hands moving about you.

“I am War-Chief Thralest of the BloodStone Tribe, little (y/n).” Thralest replied. A soft smile on his face as he curled up around you. “And I look forward to our nights together.” You nodded. Your body still shaking from your activities; but you still leaned back and pressed a kiss against his tusk. Nuzzling into his chest as he hummed happily. You fell asleep to the thunderous beats of his heart.

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