Chapter 112 City.
Ava was a bit sore and slick after encounter with the wug chief.
She needed to get home, clean herself up, and then she would go and wake up Ireen. It was late and the street was dark outside her apartment building. It seemed the whole neighborhood had gone to bed.
Even the streetlamps. That struck Ava as a bit odd, but not terribly so.
She hurried past a darkened lamp and into her apartment building.
As she made her way inside, she got the strange feeling there was someone lurking at the far end of the hall. Her tummy tightened as she fumbled with her keys.
She could almost picture some wild-eyed demon stalking closer as she slotted the key into the lock and managed to open the door. She practically fell into her apartment, gasping with relief as she shut and bolted the door behind her.
Once she had managed to calm down and catch her breath, Ava started across the cozy apartment.
She was just taking a match to the oil lamp in the den when the flame caught an unfamiliar shape sitting in the threadbare chair across from her sofa. Thick legs, a huge upper body, and a gold-capped tusk.
She gasped with shock and nearly overturned the oil lamp. Rorg reached out a big hand and caught it before it could spill.
He leaned into the light, his face hard and brutal, scarred across its savage brow, his dark eyes gleaming like gimlets.
"Rorg!" Ava gasped, hand on her breast. "Dear gods! You gave me a fright. What in the name of the blessed grove are you doing?"
"Waiting for you, of course." He reached a big hand out and caught her wrist. "And I have to say, I was beginning to feel a bit impatient."
He yanked her around the low table and onto his lap. Ava landed with a squeak of surprise, her bottom encountering his muscular thighs and the distinct bulge of his huge orc cock. She remembered that cock.
Oh, yes, she remembered it well. Even after her pleasure with the wug chief, she found the thought of being rutted by the mighty orc crime boss more than a little distracting.
"Mmmmmm, there we are," Rorg said, holding her against him with one hand wrapped around her hip. "You smell a bit odd. Have you been swimming in the sea?"
"Oh, ha, you know, just having a few laps and a nice salty bath," Ava said quickly, her heart thudding. "Have to stay fresh and presentable for the job."
"Indeed," Rorg said. "Well, I’m not here to discuss your skincare techniques, although I will admit you are as supple as ever. No, I need your help tonight, Ava. I’m looking for something. It’s very valuable and I think you have it."
"This isn’t about that damned statue, is it?" Ava rocked back on his lap to get a better look at him. "You know that statue is cursed, right? It gave me all these, um, nightmares about sex with tentacles. Now I find out it has marked me to be some sort of sacrifice to the Deep One. I don’t know why you want it, Rorg, but you’d better be careful with it."
"So you do have it?" He raised one heavy brow, looking almost disappointed. "You’re not going to lie to me? Make me force it out of you?"
"Oh, gods no," she giggled. "I’d be happy never seeing it again! Not that the dreams weren’t fun. They were. But it has soooo much baggage attached. And if I knew you had it, I would feel a lot better. You seem like you could handle yourself." She hopped off his lap and the big orc grunted with a hint of disappointment.
Perhaps he had been looking forward to ’forcing it’ out of her. She rather liked the idea as well, come to think of it, but too late now, she supposed.
"Is that so? So glad we could resolve this with minimum... unpleasantness" Rorg said. "Now, if you’d be so good as to get it for me, I’ll take good care of it for you."
"But why do you want it?" Ava said, looking over her shoulder at the burly orc, a pert eyebrow raised. "Enough to break into my home?"
Rorg rose, his worg-fur coat rustling in the dark. Open at the front, Ava could see his fine jacket, one that stretched across the dense muscles of his form. Powerful. Virile. She found herself nibbling her lower lip, her core throbbing. Gods, her pussy still ached after meeting with the wugs and the chief’s denial.
"As I said," the orc rumbled, crossing the room. "It’s valuable."
"How valuable?" Ava breathed.
"Hm?" Rorg said, crowding her against the wall. Ava retreated, her back pressed against the plaster, her heart beating fast, but no longer with fear. Now with anticipation. Rorg planted a hand beside her head, looming over her. His scent rolled over her. The thick odour of tobacco and sweat and danger. Ava nearly swooned as she took a breath. "Valuable enough. Perhaps I can pay you for it?" the orc said, lifting a scarred green finger, coiling a lock of her hair around it, his gold tusk gleaming in his grin. "I hear you accept... fuckbucks."
"O-oh," Ava breathed. "Um, only f-from goblins."
"I think you’ll make an exception," Rorg growled, his palm cupping her cheek, Ava leaning into it unconsciously.
"Um... Maybe I can," Ava said, giggling, feeling a little drunk. Gods. Men like these always did this to her. Forceful, potent males made her feel so weak and heady. It was her own submissiveness, she knew. Not that she had a problem with that, either. "But you gotta promise me something. Okay?"
"To be gentle?" Rorg said.
Ava actually laughed. "Oooh, no! Be rough. Take me like your fuck pet!"
Rorg quirked an eyebrow in surprise. Chuckled. "Done," he said, and suddenly pushed his face into hers, kissing her savagely.
Ava gasped, the breath seemingly sucked from her lungs at the force of that kiss. She moaned, melting against the wall as Rorg grabbed her pants, pulling them down, revealing her panties.
His palm pressed against her mound, Ava whimpering in pleasure as he fondled her, the pressure on her helpless cunny making her arch and whimper, submitting to the rough handling of the orc.
Rorg grunted, relishing the feeling of the elf pressing her soft breasts against him, her body yielding with such willing eagerness making his cock throb in his pants. Fuck, the little slut really was the best. Humans were fine, but elves really were made to be fucked.
Rorg hooked a finger in her panties, his thick finger stroking her pussy. Ava keened, rubbing herself against his rough touch.
"Like that?" Rorg growled.
"Y-yesss," Ava moaned, in a heaven of submissive pleasure.
"I bet," the orc chuckled. "Look at you. Needy little slut. You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you?"
"I doooo," Ava moaned.
Rorg snorted, suddenly grabbing her, turning her about. Ava gasped as she found herself pressed against the wall, her cheek and breasts mashed against the smooth plaster. Rorg grabbed her chin, his finger forcing itself into her mouth. Ava groaned at the feeling of being so utterly dominated. She pushed out her ass, feeling Rorg’s finger abandon her pussy, grab her panties and yank them down the peach of her bottom.
Her ass and pussy exposed, Ava parted her legs, bracing herself against the wall. Rorg’s hand slid over her bottom, delivered a stinging spank to her rear. The elf gasped, ass bucking, stinging with pain and delighted pleasure. She heard Rorg’s pants rustle. Felt the soft fur of his coat against her back and bottom as the thick, faintly corkscrewed tip of his cock rubbed against her dripping folds.
"Going to fuck you," Rorg growled, the almost animal sound sending shivers down Ava’s back, reverberating in her twitching pussy. "Going to fuck you like the slut you are."
"Yesh," Ava moaned around his finger. "Pleeeeeashe."
Rorg growled again, and without another word of warning, thrust forward into her.
Ava gasped, her body slammed against the wall with the force of his thrust, his cock sinking into her helpless pussy. She tightened around him instinctively, but his sheer size made her body tense with surprised pain. Then adoring pleasure.
Ava moaned, trapped under the burly orc, helpless as he began to relentlessly thrust, pounding her against the wall, his hot breath against the back of her neck.
His burly body crushing her. His cock impaling her. He angled up his hips, slamming her against the wall with every thrust, addling her mind. Pleasure thumped from her core, her pussy tightening, squeezing, undulating around his brutal cock.
"Ah. Ah! Ah!" Ava moaned.
"Take it, slut. Take my orc cock!"
"Yessssss!" Ava moaned, her head tilting back, her cheek pressed against the wall as she tried to thrust back. But she could do so little. She was helpless under the orc’s hands. Utterly within his power. He could do anything to her. She relished it. This feeling of obedient helplessness. This sensation of being so utterly owned. "Oooooh!"
Rorg snarled, his grip tightening on her yielding body, a savagery he kept tightly reined being pulled out of him despite himself. The brutal orc who had come down from the mountains.
The power to conquer and claim. To fuck and own. The yielding softness of the elf seemed to draw it out of him. Press him to fuck her harder. Make her whimper. Make her feel it! Make her know who was taking her.
"Say it! Say my name," Rorg snarled.
"Biiiig Greeeeeen!" Ava wailed.
Rorg’s hands tightened on her in sudden temper. "You little bitch," he growled. He suddenly slammed his hips into her, pounding her against the wall until the paintings rattled.
Ava wailed, the brutal fucking too much for her to bear. Her body tightened in pleasure. Her pussy trembled with ecstasy. She came, head swimming as the orc pumped his thick cock into her.
"What’s my name?" Rorg snarled.
"R-Roooooorg!" Ava cried.
The submissive cry was too much. The tightness of her pussy as she came for him pushed Rorg beyond the brink. With a howl he hilted within her, tensing as he came in her willing pussy, unloading in great, hot bursts of his thick seed.
Rorg took a slow, shaky breath and unsheathed his cock from her. With a whimper Ava slid down the wall, unable to stand after her rough fucking. The elf found herself on her knees, Rorg looming over her.
The orc exhaled heavily, fishing a cigar from his pocket. He lit it up, taking a drag, the tip burning red in the gloom as he let out a pungent puff of smoke. With easy dominance he pushed his cock against Ava’s upturned face.
"Clean it," he grunted.
The scent of the pungent tobacco made Ava quiver with a strange, slavish awareness.
The orc’s act of smoking so casually as he pushed his cock against her cheek enforcing the difference between them, one that Ava was only too eager to comply with.
She tilted her head, taking his shaft in her hands and gently kissed the tip of his cock, moaning as she tasted her own juices coating the orc’s manhood, her lips tenderly sucking the gangster’s tip with a whimpering pleasure.
Rorg admired the sight of the near naked elf sucking his cock, her eyes lidded, smoky and submissive as she worked for his pleasure. The orc took out his cigar, blew another cloud of smoke in the air.
Oh yes.
This was why he loved this city.