After a hard day of work at "The Oaken Mug" tavern, Yvelin visits her friend and local Priest of the Goddess of Lust and Revenge for a relaxing massage.
Commissioned by Fort77
Contains: M/F, Orc, monster boy, Dwarf, shortstack, size difference, big ass, huge cock, massage, oil play, throatfuck, excessive cum, thighfuck.
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‘Feh, doesn’t Mister Oakbottom know that cleaning these bottles and not being allowed to drink ‘em is torture to a Dwarven lass?’ Yvelin Ambermane grumbled to herself as she ordered a ghostly hand that only she could see to dust the literal top-shelf booze belonging to a Milo Oakbottom, Halfling owner of The Oaken Mug Tavern.
‘Granted, the wee bastard is even shorter than I and doesn’t have my talents,’ Yvelin continued grumbling to herself as she tugged a strand of her namesake behind one of her ears. ‘Wonder if I should ask for a raise?’ The Dwarf asked herself as she grabbed a rag and began to polish the bar, having to clamber on a nearby stool to do so.
Despite her grumbling, Yvelin was nothing if not a hard worker. On her feet most of the day as she took orders and delivered food and drink to The Oaken Mug’s patrons, then cleaning up the place late at night. She didn’t stop polishing the bar until there was a Dwarven face staring back at her with sharp, albeit strong features, framed by a mane of messy brown hair. A pair of almost pearlescent blue eyes observed her from underneath thick, furrowed eyebrows. Small, pretty lips were pursed in anger and frustration, before they parted to release a heavy sigh.
Yvelin’s hot breath clouded her reflection and the Dwarf squeezed the bridge of her nose before she hopped off of the stool. With an annoyed grunt she called the ghostly hand towards her and dismissed it after grasping the feather duster it had been holding. Grumbling to herself she headed towards the kitchen where Milo Oakbottom was doing his part of the cleaning.
‘Job’s done, sir. I’m heading out!’ Yvelin called out as she stuck her head into the room. She was out of the door before the Halfling had a chance to respond and possibly stick her with more work.
Yvelin closed the door to The Oaken Mug behind her a little too forcefully, it was more of a slam really, and placed her hands on her broad hips. Another sigh passed the Dwarven woman’s lips as she glanced up to the sky, seeing that the moon and stars were already out. At first she stalked off in the direction of the little wooden shack outside of town that she had been calling home for these past few days, but then she remembered a promise that the local priest, and a good friend, had made her.
‘You said you could make me forget about all my problems huh, Urgal?’ Yvelin muttered to herself as she sought out the Temple of the Goddess of Lust and Revenge. ‘Well, let’s see what you got for me!’
* * * *
‘What do you mean I have to take my clothes off?!’ Yvelin balked after Urgal had led her to his private quarters in the Temple he called home.
‘Exactly what it sounds like,’ The Orc replied calmly. He was easily twice as tall as Yvelin and looked positively brutish due to his broad, muscular frame, deep green skin and the long, sharp tusks protruding from his maw. He looked more like a thug than a priest. ‘The sacred oils need to be able to touch your skin directly for them to work.’ He stated matter-of-factly.
‘But you’ll see me naked!’ Yvelin complained, cheeks pink.
‘I serve the Goddess of Lust and Revenge, do you have any idea how many of her worshippers I’ve seen naked?’ Urgal stated flatly.
‘Like…three?’ The Dwarf added sarcastically, the Temple wasn’t exactly popular due to the Goddess that was worshipped here. The fact that it's only priest was a monstrous-looking Orc certainly didn’t help matters.
Urgal bristled at that and threw a towel at the Dwarf’s face before he stomped towards the door.
‘Get undressed, cover yourself with that and then call for me.’ He growled as he stepped outside and slammed the door behind him.
‘You know, this isn’t exactly helping me relax so far!’ Yvelin called after him, but decided to do what was requested of her and slowly stripped out of the uniform she had been wearing.
Pulling the uniform over her head revealed a strong back and toned arms, but what really caught the eye were Yvelin’s thick, strong thighs and a pair of fat, ballooning asscheeks. Her chest wasn’t particularly big, but would still nicely fill the hands of any Dwarf. Yvelin quickly glanced over her shoulder, but breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that the door was still closed and Urgal wasn’t peeking on her.
After taking off her shoes and unceremoniously tossing everything into the corner, Yvelin clambered onto the strange table the Orc had set up. She lied down and threw the towel over her like a blanket before carefully lying down on her stomach. Then, she called for Urgal who was quick to make his way inside again. The Orc lit some incense burners and grabbed a small bottle filled with clear liquid from a nearby shelf.
‘Finally,’ Urgal grunted. ‘Now it is time to make you forget all about today’s worries.’
Not giving the Dwarf a chance to retort, Urgal pulled the towel down to expose Yvelin’s back and poured the bottle's contents over her tanned skin. An undignified squeak of surprise passed the Dwarven woman’s lips and she glared at the Orc as if to dare him to make a comment, but Urgal ignored it. Instead he pressed his large hands down onto her back and began to work the oil into Yvelin’s muscles.
Yvelin’s expression quickly softened as Urgal’s thick fingers began to work on her stiffened muscles. It felt as several knots began to unravel and the Dwarven woman first sighed, then moaned…and quickly started to wonder what else the Orc’s fingers could do as Urgal slowly moved his hand further and further down. He stopped at her lower back, however, and pulled his hands away.
Yvelin was just about to open her mouth to ask why he didn’t move lower when she felt the musclebound priest pull her towel upwards, exposing her legs. Currently only her impressive behind and her pussy were still covered by the towel, and Yvelin’s prior boldness was instead replaced by irritation as the brutish Orc so casually exposed her body. Though she couldn’t quite be bothered to act on her emotions when Urgal began to massage her legs.
Being on her feet all day was hell for the Dwarven woman, so as the Orc’s big, strong hands rubbed her sore feet and slowly moved their way up to her calves whatever anger Yvelin still held onto evaporated. The small woman released another contented sigh as those thick green fingers moved up her legs and expertly relaxed any tight muscles. Only when she felt those fingers stroke the insides of her thick thighs did Yvelin’s eyes widen.
Yet, nothing happened. Urgal simply slid his hands back down again. Yvelin felt a strange pang of…disappointment? She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was certainly true that she hadn’t had any male companionship since she had been working at The Oaken Mug. Aside from that, she realized that Urgal wasn’t exactly bad looking. About as broad as a male Dwarf, if not more so, and much taller. Besides, she kind of liked the feeling of danger he gave off with those long tusks and deep red eyes resting underneath a heavy brow.
‘Right, fuck this.’ Yvelin whispered to herself.
Just as Urgal moved his hands from the Dwarf’s legs to her back, Yvelin grabbed one of his wrists. Her fingers just barely fit around it, and if Urgal really tried he could no doubt easily shake her off, but the suddenness of it was enough to stop him in his tracks. Not only that, there was also the towel floating in the air to reveal the jutting globes of Yvelin’s thick ass. Urgal glanced from it to the Dwarf’s exposed chest as she rested on her side and raised a confused eyebrow.
‘You’ve missed a spot.’ She grumbled as she released her hold of Urgal’s wrists and lied back on her stomach, after which she dismissed the invisible hand holding up her towel.
‘Of course, how foolish of me.’ The Orc rumbled as he once again retrieved the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount of it on Yvelin’s large, exposed asscheeks.
Urgal poured enough oil on the Dwarf’s behind that some of it pooled together in her asscrack. Yvelin managed to suppress another squeak of surprise, but did allow a moan to slip past her lips as the Orc laid his hands on her impressive hindquarters. Despite the difference in size between Urgal and Yvelin, the Orc’s large hands still had some trouble grasping onto the Dwarf’s meaty rear in its entirety, and the oil certainly wasn’t helping matters. Obviously, the Orc didn’t let that stop him.
He squeezed and pinched the large halves of the Dwarf’s impressive rear as if he was kneading dough, extracting both annoyed grunts and pleasured moans from Yvelin’s throat as he worked his strong, thick fingers into her buttcheeks. Every so often one of Urgal’s rough digits would brush close to her plump, aroused sex, but he would never tease it directly, leaving Yvelin frustrated and annoyed.
‘Would you mind going a little further down?’ Yvelin grumbled the next time Urgal’s fingers moved close to her fat, darkened pussylips.
‘Ah, so you wish for an internal massage?’ Urgal rumbled pleasantly as he showed some terrifying teeth while smiling pleasantly.
‘You know damn well what I want, you big oaf!’ Yvelin snapped in annoyance as she kicked her legs back and forth like a child throwing a tantrum.
‘I see that we’re done playing,’ The Orc sighed with a tired shake of his head. ‘Very well.’
Yvelin seemed eager to resume her little tantrum, but was abruptly silenced as one of the Orc’s thick, long fingers brushed over her labia before slowly forcing its way into her tight, squeezing cunt. The Dwarf’s kicking legs flopped back down on the massage table as if they had lost all strength while her scream of pleasure was muffled due to her burying her face in the soft cushions that covered the table.
‘Was this more what you had in mind?’ The Orc asked innocently.
‘Not sure…I barely felt anything!’ Yvelin replied with a snarl, her dark hair clinging to her sweaty, flushed face.
Urgal simply shrugged and forced another of his big fingers up the Dwarf’s twat. Her small, strong form shivered on the massage table while her pink folds lovingly swallowed the Orc’s green digits. Urgal moved them slowly and rhythmically, making sure to tease Yvelin’s pussy as much as possible. Judging from the juices that were pooling up between her thick thighs it was having quite an effect on the Dwarven woman, despite how obstinate she had been acting just moments before.
‘Seems like you can use massage yourself!’ Yvelin suddenly piped up as she glanced at her side and noticed Urgal’s bulging robes.
‘I thought you preferred getting straight to the point, instead of playful teasing?’ Urgal replied, not bothering to remove his fingers from the Dwarf’s contracting twat.
‘Shut up!’ Yvelin grumbled in response, before releasing a pained yelp as the Orc reached out with his free hand to pinch one of her stiff, pink nipples. ‘Fine just…get your fingers out of me and get over here!’
Urgal pulled his digits from Yvelin’s muff as was requested of him, even though the Dwarven woman’s body seemed reluctant to do so, and began to remove his robes. As he did Yvelin flipped over on her back and carefully dragged herself backwards. Not stopping until her head was dangling off the edge of the massage table. Once there, she got a good look at Urgal’s monstrous shaft. It was as long as one of her muscular forearms and probably just as thick, corded with fat, dangerous looking veins to supply it with blood. Underneath it hung a pair of testicles almost as big as her fists and she couldn’t help but recall all the stories she’d heard about how virile Orcs are. Still, she couldn’t back down now.
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ Yvelin snapped impatiently. ‘Empty those nuts in my belly so you can continue focusing on massaging me!’
‘I think I can do both.’ Urgal grunted as he peered at the small patch of amber hair between the Dwarf’s thick thighs while lining up his impressive shaft with Yvelin’s soft lips.
Urgal pushed his hips forwards while placing first one hand, and then another, on the Dwarf’s modest chest. As he rubbed and squeezed the soft mounds and made them shine with oil, Yvelin released a soft moan, muffled by the Orc’s cockhead that completely stuffed her gob. But as Urgal’s hands moved on from Yvelin’s chest to her stomach, pushing his lower body forwards in the process, Yvelin’s moans soon turned into loud, wet gags as the Orc’s monstrous green member was pushed down her throat.
‘Are you sure you wish to continue?’ Urgal asked as he briefly hesitated in shoving any more of his member down her throat, considering how much it was bulging outwards already.
To answer his question, Yvelin clawed at the Orc’s thick, muscular legs and attempted to pull him forward. She failed, of course. But Urgal got the hint and continued pushing his hips forwards. He could no longer see Yvelin’s face clearly, but could feel her sputter and gag as his thick cock forced spit and throat slime past her soft lips and all over his dick, balls and her own face. But whenever he hesitated, Yvelin would urge him to continue. Often violently.
Once he felt his heavy balls resting on Yvelin’s forehead, Urgal moved one hand from the Dwarf’s stomach between her thick, shapely thighs. His fingers brushed over the Dwarf’s amber pubes and immediately dipped into her drenched, clenching honey pot. Urgal had kept Yvelin waiting long enough. A muffled, strangled moan escaped the Dwarven woman’s cockstuffed throat and Urgal nodded in satisfaction to himself, then he began to move.
Obscene gags emanated from Yvelin’s throat, often accompanied by the loud, wet splattering sounds of spit hitting the floor below, whenever Urgal dragged his long, fat penis from her throat. By now, the Dwarf’s face was coated in a mess of sweat, tears of effort and saliva mixed with precum. But still she would use her small, powerful hands to urge Urgal to continue. For his part, the Orc barely noticed the Dwarven woman’s fingers digging into his leg muscles as his thick fingers were plumbing the pink depths of Yvelin’s pussy.
Despite her desire to have Urgal fuck her face, and the confidence that she could withstand it, Yvelin did feel that she was about to reach her limits. Not only was her throat killing her as Urgal seemed determined to shove his prick straight into her stomach, despite the fact that his balls were already bouncing off of her forehead, it felt as if her jaw was ready to come off as well. The only reason she was keeping it together was due to the waves of pleasure assaulting her brain brought on by Urgal’s fingers.
Just when she thought she was about to pass out, Urgal grunted darkly and Yvelin’s eyes widened as the Orc’s thick, hot load was shot practically straight into her stomach. A triumphant, albeit muffled, moan passed her stretched lips. But it soon turned into a muffled squeal of orgasmic delight as her pink folds tightened around Urgal’s fingers while her mind went completely white…
* * * *
‘Are you still with me?’ Urgal asked as he snapped his fingers in front of Yvelin’s eyes. Judging by the concern in those dark eyes of his, Yvelin had passed out for a moment there. But the Dwarf waved his concerns away.
‘I’m fine,’ she croaked, the taste of cum still in the back of her throat. ‘Just let me…catch my breath and we can continue.’ She grumbled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand between gasps for air.
Yvelin didn’t notice Urgal as he circled around the massage table she was lying on. Not until he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her towards him, anyway. The Dwarven woman continued to grumble but didn’t resist as the tall, musclebound Orc raised her legs in the air and pushed his monstrous green cock against her soaked, twitching cunt. Yvelin gasped and sucked in her bottom lip as Urgal attempted to penetrate her, her folds barely managed to stretch around his fat cockhead but couldn’t take much more.
‘Bah, don’t stop now you coward! I can take it!’ Yvelin groaned, her expression a mixture of determination and discomfort as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
‘I don’t think you can,’ Urgal rumbled affably. ‘I will break you.’
His words seemed to send a shiver down the Dwarf’s spine, but not one of fear. Her pink folds clenched tightly around his sensitive cockhead, milking a fat wad of precum from the Orc’s nuts. But Urgal wisely decided to pull his hips back. Instead, he slapped his massive member down on top of Yvelin’s pussy and pushed her legs together. Trapping his pole between her thick, soft thighs as he wrapped a single large, meaty hand around both of her ankles.
‘This really enough for you?’ Yvelin asked while raising a sceptical eyebrow.
‘I guess we’ll find out.’ Urgal answered as he pushed his hips forwards.
His huge pole brushed over the Dwarf’s snatch, the thick veins cording it tugging at her plump labia and tickling her clit while it was enveloped by her soft thighs. A quiet sigh passed Yvelin’s lips as she felt the monstercock sliding over her belly and nearly reaching her chest, indicating that she didn’t find the experience wholy unpleasant. After a while, Yvelin simply folded her arms behind her head and enjoyed the whole experience as just another part of the massage. Only with the added benefit of sending small sparks of pleasure up her spine thanks to the huge, throbbing Orc dick pressed against her pussy.
Due to the to the way in which Yvelin’s body was coated with massage oil, Urgal could quickly increase his pace without issue. The sensation of the Dwarf’s hot, slick cunt against his fat prick combined with her strong, thick thighs hugging it quickly caused him to leak precum all over the Dwarf’s soft belly. Yvelin noticed, of course, hissing softly as the hot, silvery fluid spilled down her sides or gathered in her navel.
‘When you’re going to cum, push that prick into my pussy,’ Yvelin growled. ‘I want to feel this heat inside of me.’
‘We already…tried that!’ Urgal grunted as he felt his balls start to tense up.
‘Just do it! It doesn’t even have to be all the way!’ Yvelin barked.
The angry Dwarven woman ordering him to cum inside of her was just enough to send Urgal over the edge. His first few ropes of jizz, hot and with the consistency of porridge despite having orgasmed once already tonight, splattered against the underside of Yvelin’s bust and joined the mess of precum that covered her stomach. More of Urgal’s seed splattered onto the Dwarf’s belly as he pulled his hips back far enough to push it against her pussy.
‘Ah fuck, how’s there so much of it!’ Yvelin grunted as the Orc forced his cum-spraying cockhead inside of her.
Even though she was covered from tits to thighs with ropes of spunk, Yvelin didn’t miss the way in which her stomach began to swell due to her womb being flooded with thick, Orcish jizz. And when there was no more room, a small geyser of cum flowed back out of her stretched slit to coat the insides of her thighs. When Urgal finally pulled the crown of his monstercock out of the Dwarf’s snatch, even more of his seed spilled out…
‘Shit…I think I ruined your fancy table….’ Yvelin groaned. ‘I’d get up and help you clean, but I think I need to sleep for a week first.’ The Dwarf added with an impish, happy and above all else exhausted little grin. ‘But at least I can do this.’
Without another word she snapped her fingers, or at least tried to. Her oil slick fingers made things difficult. But Urgal paid no attention to it, or her swearing, as he gathered some damp pieces of cloth and slowly began to clean all the oil, drool and cum off of her body. Resulting in a low, pleased sigh from the Dwarven woman.
‘Careful, big guy. You’ll get me in the mood again.’ She teased.
‘Should that be the case, I can once again be of assistance.’ Urgal replied, and Yvelin noticed that his erection had not gone down.
‘Orcs…’ Yvelin grumbled with a shake of her head, but Urgal did not miss the impressed look in her eyes.
As soon as the Dwarven woman was squeaky clean she used what little magic she had to clean up the Orc’s massage table, after which he gently helped her down and assisted her in getting dressed. Those skilled hands of his would stray every now and again, but Yvelin did not see it necessary to complain.
‘I’ll come by again tomorrow.’ Yvelin said as Urgal led her towards the exit.
‘What if I am entertaining parishioners of the Goddess of Lust and Revenge?’ Urgal asked.
‘Ha! Good one, Urgal!’ Yvelin replied harshly and gave him a friendly punch on the leg. ‘See you tomorrow.’ She then added, expression softening as she walked off with a friendly wave. The effect somewhat lessened by her trembling legs…
THE END
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