Not for the faint of heart! The dead roam the countryside! All the while, a village of beautiful female warriors can only bear children from the seed of one hulking green ORC-BEAST. The women approach the beast with conflicting feelings of lust (for his strong muscular body and caring heart), but also fear (for his behemoth sized Orc-c**k)... Blood,Sex, Passion...
“Orc, you’re beginning to scare me.”
The warrior girl looked down at the green behemoth beneath her. It was flexing like a bicep. She shook her head and backed away from it. “I can’t. I’m sorry I can’t.”
With a gigantic roar, the Orc lifted the girl up and pulled her down beneath him. Her back slammed against the cot with the Orc’s fully bodyweight on top of her.
“No! I’m too tight!” The girl screamed.
“I’ll start slow,” Priest grunted. With his body crushing down on her chest, he reached both python arms behind him and grabbed her thighs.
“I can’t…You’ll kill me!” Her thighs lay sandwiched together tightly. They were strong legs, but Priest’s arms were stronger. He pried her thighs open and adjusted his position so that his large, pinkish crown brushed against her opening.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes! But…”
Priest adjusted himself again, using his hips to slide his member up and down her wet lips. She cooed, but tried to push the Orc off; she tried to pull her legs away.
“Here it comes,” the Orc warned, “I’m sorry, sweet warrior,” Priest said, “I can’t resist it any longer.”
Priest plunged his entire length, and the girl’s mouth opened into a soundless scream. He began to fuck her, moving fast and dominant. The warrior-girl stopped shaking her head, and her eyes glazed over, in total shock and only partially conscious. Her eyelids dropped half-way.
“Urgh,” Priest grunted as he stabbed his green long sword into the poor, helpless girl. She babbled quietly, and incoherently. It sounded like “no” but she only managed to sound out the first letter:
“Nah, nah, nah…”
“Orc, you’re beginning to scare me.”
The warrior girl looked down at the green behemoth beneath her. It was flexing like a bicep. She shook her head and backed away from it. “I can’t. I’m sorry I can’t.”
With a gigantic roar, the Orc lifted the girl up and pulled her down beneath him. Her back slammed against the cot with the Orc’s fully bodyweight on top of her.
“No! I’m too tight!” The girl screamed.
“I’ll start slow,” Priest grunted. With his body crushing down on her chest, he reached both python arms behind him and grabbed her thighs.
“I can’t…You’ll kill me!” Her thighs lay sandwiched together tightly. They were strong legs, but Priest’s arms were stronger. He pried her thighs open and adjusted his position so that his large, pinkish crown brushed against her opening.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes! But…”
Priest adjusted himself again, using his hips to slide his member up and down her wet lips. She cooed, but tried to push the Orc off; she tried to pull her legs away.
“Here it comes,” the Orc warned, “I’m sorry, sweet warrior,” Priest said, “I can’t resist it any longer.”
Priest plunged his entire length, and the girl’s mouth opened into a soundless scream. He began to fuck her, moving fast and dominant. The warrior-girl stopped shaking her head, and her eyes glazed over, in total shock and only partially conscious. Her eyelids dropped half-way.
“Urgh,” Priest grunted as he stabbed his green long sword into the poor, helpless girl. She babbled quietly, and incoherently. It sounded like “no” but she only managed to sound out the first letter:
“Nah, nah, nah…”
