Before I could even process what was happening, before my brain could send signals to my muscles to move, defend, or do literally anything productive, I was shoved backward with such force that the breath left my lungs in a single explosive gasp.
My body hit the floor with an impact that rattled my teeth and made my vision blur. The ruby flew from my hand in a glittering arc, landing somewhere behind me with a soft clink that I barely registered because seven feet and four hundred pounds of sweaty orc muscle descended on my face with the inevitability of gravity itself.
Grisha’s massive ass cheeks swallowed my head completely, the green flesh hot and slick with perspiration that immediately coated my face in a film of salt and musk.
My mouth was crushed directly against her hole—not near it, not positioned close to it, but pressed flush with such precision it was clear she’d done this before and knew exactly how to align her body for maximum effect.
The ring of muscle flexed against my lips, hot and slightly damp, radiating body heat that felt like being pressed against a furnace.
Her balls draped over my eyes and nose like some obscene, damp blindfold, heavy enough that I felt their weight pressing down and cutting off my vision completely while their surface—textured and covered in a fine layer of sweat—made breathing through my nose an exercise in drowning on land.
The weight pinning my skull to the floor was absolute and uncompromising, pressure distributed across my entire head in ways that made even thinking about squirming seem laughable because there was simply nowhere to go, no angle of leverage that would let me move even an inch.
I was trapped completely, my world reduced to darkness, pressure ,and the overwhelming smell of her—sweat, sex, and that earthy, primal musk that filled my sinuses and coated the back of my throat with each desperate attempt at breathing.
"That’s it, right there," she panted, grinding down harder. "Feel that? That’s my asshole kissing your mouth, claiming it, marking it as mine for the night. I’m gonna ride this pretty little face of yours until you can’t remember what breathing without my scent feels like."
Grisha began to grind then, slow and nasty, rolling her hips in deliberate circles that dragged her hole across my mouth and nose, spreading moisture and heat in patterns that felt almost choreographed.
My muffled moan vibrated straight into her most intimate flesh, the sound trapped between us and resonating in ways that made her chuckle with dark satisfaction. My tongue came out on pure instinct—not conscious decision but survival reflex trying to please her, trying to earn even a single gulp of air by demonstrating compliance and enthusiasm.
She laughed then, low and mean, a sound that rumbled through her entire frame and vibrated against my face, before settling even heavier, bearing down with her full weight until I couldn’t breathe at all, until my lungs started burning and my vision went sparkly behind the darkness of her balls blocking my sight.
The pressure forced my tongue deeper into her hole, past the resistance of that ring of muscle and into heat that felt impossibly tight around the intrusion.
"Fuck yes, that’s the motion," she groaned gutturally. "Push it deeper, work it inside me like you mean it, show me you understand your place beneath me."
My legs kicked uselessly against the carpet, heels drumming a panicked rhythm that did absolutely nothing to improve my situation, and my cock—traitorous, stupid, completely disconnected from any reasonable response to oxygen deprivation—twitched hard and began leaking against my stomach, painting my skin with pre-cum that spread in warm trails.
"Breathe it in deep," she commanded with vicious satisfaction. "Fill those lungs with my essence. You’re going to breathing my musk until it’s the only thing you remember, until you’re dreaming about the weight of my ass crushing your face."
Only when my chest started heaving with genuine desperation, when the burn in my lungs crossed from uncomfortable into actual danger, did she lift just an inch, creating the barest gap that let me gasp one frantic breath.
But the air I got was pure orc ass—thick with her scent, hot with her body heat, carrying molecules of sweat and musk directly into my lungs where they settled and made me dizzy with overwhelming sensory input.
Before I could take a second breath she dropped again, cutting off my air completely and grinding with renewed enthusiasm.
Through the darkness and pressure I felt her hand wrap around her massive cock, heard the wet sound of skin sliding on skin as she began jerking herself with short, brutal strokes directly over my forehead.
The movement made her ass grind harder against my face, forced my tongue even deeper, and I could only lie there suffocating while she chased her own pleasure using my head as furniture.
Grisha’s breathing grew heavier, turning into deep, guttural growls that vibrated through her ass and straight into my skull. Her massive thighs started trembling on either side of my head, muscles flexing and squeezing tighter as she chased her pleasure with frantic need.
Her hole fluttered and clenched rhythmically around my tongue, growing wetter, hotter, more greedy with every filthy swirl I was forced to give her.
"Fuck, I’m gonna cum—!" she roared, her voice thick and ragged.
Then it happened.
She came with a grunt that I felt more than heard, her entire body going rigid for a heartbeat before thick, hot ropes erupted from her cock and splattered everywhere, across her breasts and stomach, down into my hair, coating the strands in sticky warmth that immediately began dripping down my scalp.
More cum pooled on my face where her ass didn’t completely cover it, creating viscous puddles that spread and merged.
In that instant she flexed her hole around my tongue, the muscle contracting in rhythmic pulses that sent signals straight to my own cock, and I felt myself spurt—just a little, not a full orgasm but enough to paint my belly white while I continued suffocating beneath her crushing weight.
Grisha finally rose off my face with a wet, obscene pop as the suction broke and air rushed in to fill the space her ass had occupied. I gasped desperately, sucking in oxygen that tasted of her essence, my lungs screaming gratitude while my brain tried to process what had just happened.
Without a word—no warning, no pause for me to recover—Grisha grabbed my hips with both hands and flipped me like I weighed nothing, like I was a ragdoll or toy she could position however she wanted.
I found myself staring down at her from above, breathless and disoriented, her massive frame sprawled beneath me and that impossible cock jutting upward like a monument to excess.
She raised one hand and twirled her fingers in a turning motion that clearly communicated what she wanted, and I complied because fighting seemed pointless, shifting my body around until I was positioned in a sixty-nine with my ass wide open in front of her face and her cock twitching mere inches from mine.
She spread my cheeks with rough thumbs, the calloused skin scraping slightly against my flesh. "Look at this pretty little hole," she purred with menace. "So pink and tight, just begging to be filled."
Just then, without preamble or preparation, she shoved two thick fingers straight into my hole. The penetration was sudden and brutal, her fingers sliding in easily because apparently my body had decided that resistance was futile and had just given up on the concept of tightness.
I squealed at the intrusion, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, before she pulled her fingers out with a dark chuckle that rumbled through her chest.
Then her mouth was on me, lips parting to let my cock slide between them before she swallowed me to the root in one greedy pull that bottomed out with her nose pressed against my balls.
The wet heat of her mouth was overwhelming, her tongue working against the underside of my shaft with practiced skill, and I had to shut my eyes tight against the sensation before slowly opening them to confront what was directly in front of my face.
Grisha’s cock was leaking steadily now, a continuous flow of pre-cum oozing from the tip and sliding down the shaft in thick trails that caught the firelight and gleamed obscenely. The smell was even more intense at this distance, her concentrated stench hitting me like a physical force that made my eyes water.
I gulped, swallowing hard against nervousness and arousal in equal measure, before reluctantly taking her down my throat, forcing my jaw wide to accommodate her girth and pushing forward until my nose was buried against her balls again and my throat stretched around her in ways that made breathing almost impossible.
She bucked up hard the moment I bottomed out, slamming into my mouth with brutal force that made my eyes water and my throat convulse.
I gagged instantly, my throat simply too small to handle this without protest, but she didn’t care—didn’t slow down, ease up, or show any consideration for my physical limitations. She fucked my face with short, savage thrusts, each one driving deeper than seemed anatomically possible, and I bobbed my head to help because cooperation seemed preferable to having my jaw dislocated.
Saliva poured from the corners of my stretched lips in thick, messy strings, dripping down her heavy balls and coating my chin in a constant, sloppy mess. Her musky, sweat-slick sack slapped wetly against my face with every thrust, filling my nose with the raw, overpowering scent of aroused orc.
I could feel her massive balls tightening against my chin, drawing up tight and heavy, pulsing with the building pressure of a truly massive load. Her cock swelled even thicker between my lips, veins throbbing wildly against my tongue as her climax crept closer. Closer still.
Then she exploded.
Hot, thick cum blasted directly down my throat so fast I couldn’t swallow quickly enough, the excess backing up and bubbling out my nose in sticky rivulets that dripped down her shaft and balls in continuous streams.
I choked and swallowed then choked again, my eyes rolling back as I struggled to process the sheer amount of fluid she was pumping into me, my throat working overtime while more kept coming.
I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I had to pull back with a wet cough that sprayed cum and saliva across her still-twitching cock, gasping for air while my own orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I cried out in a ragged voice that was half-sob, then pumped thick ropes straight down her throat where she swallowed greedily.
She gulped the first few shots, her throat working visibly, then pulled back just in time for the rest to splatter across her extended tongue, her cheeks, her tusks—painting the proud orc warrior like some cheap brothel worker, coating her green skin in white that made the contrast almost artistic.
She laughed around the mess covering her face, using her tongue to smear it over her lips and tusks with obvious satisfaction, clearly delighted by the degradation.
"Mmm... look at the mess you made of me," she rumbled, voice husky and amused. "But we’re not done yet. Not even close."
Just then, she lifted me off her with the same casual strength she’d used to flip me earlier, setting me on my feet where I staggered and nearly fell because my legs had apparently forgotten how standing worked.
Grisha rose behind me like a living mountain, her enormous green body looming over mine, radiating heat and raw hunger. I could feel the heavy, still-hard length of her cock—slick with spit and cum—resting against my lower back, twitching with renewed need.
She grabbed both my slim wrists in one huge hand, yanking them behind my back and pinning them tightly as she leaned down, her hot breath washing over my ear.
"You’re shaking," she growled, voice thick with lust. "Good. I want you to feel every fucking inch of this."
She guided the fat, cum-smeared head of her cock between my cheeks, rubbing it slowly up and down my ruined hole, teasing the sensitive rim with deliberate, torturous circles. The anticipation made my stomach twist. My hole fluttered helplessly against the blunt pressure, still twitching from earlier abuse.
Then, with no warning whatsoever, she rammed forward.
One savage, merciless thrust buried her entire massive cock to the hilt inside me. The brutal penetration tore a raw, agonized scream from my throat as my body folded violently forward, spit flying from my open mouth onto the floor. The sheer size of her stretched me open so completely I felt like I was being split in half.
"Fuuuuck—!" I wailed, my voice cracking.
Grisha didn’t give me a second to adjust. She immediately started pounding me with savage, unrelenting intensity, her powerful hips slamming against my ass with loud, wet smacks that echoed through the room. Each brutal thrust sent violent shockwaves through my entire body, knocking the air from my lungs in broken gasps.
"That’s it—take it!" she snarled, tightening her grip on my wrists. "Take every fucking inch, you tight little slut. This cock was made to ruin boys like you."
She showed no restraint, no consideration for my comfort or limits, just brutal rutting driven by her own desperate need to use this new equipment to its fullest extent.
The angle was devastating. Every punishing stroke ground the thick head of her cock directly into my prostate, sending white-hot bursts of overwhelming pleasure-pain shooting up my spine. I could do nothing but drool and moan helplessly as she used me, her heavy balls slapping loudly against me with every deep, claiming thrust.
Grisha’s breathing grew rougher, more feral. Her growls turned into deep, hungry groans as her pace became erratic.
"Gonna fill you up," she snarled through gritted teeth. "Gonna pump you so full of my seed!"
With a thunderous, bestial roar that shook the walls and probably carried all the way down to the tavern below, Grisha slammed in to the hilt one final time and exploded once again.
Her cock pulsed violently inside me as she unloaded, flooding my guts with thick, scorching waves of cum. The sheer volume was obscene—so much that my belly visibly swelled outward, rounding slightly from the sheer pressure of her load, heat spreading through my core in waves that made me feel like I was burning from the inside.
My legs gave out completely and I collapsed chest-first onto the floor, whole body trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation, thinking desperately that it must finally be over because there was no way anyone could keep going after that.
I was wrong.
Grisha pounced immediately, flattening me against the carpet with her weight before sliding right back inside the cum-slick mess my hole had become.
One massive hand fisted the back of my head, pressing my face into the floor while she rutted like an animal in heat, hips pistoning with mechanical efficiency as she grunted filth into my ear—words I couldn’t quite process through the haze of sensation but which carried clear intent about ownership, use, and how long she’d been waiting for this moment.
She unloaded again, somehow still producing enough cum to fill me even further, her hips jerking through the aftershocks until she was completely empty. I whined pathetically, the sound muffled against carpet, too wrung out to form actual words.
She flipped me onto my back then, handling my limp body like it belonged to her, and spread my thighs wide with rough hands.
The sight of her own thick seed still oozing from my stretched hole seemed to drive her wild, like she couldn’t stand the thought of wasting even a single drop of what she’d claimed inside me.
With a slow, predatory lick of her lips that sent a shiver racing up my spin, she descended between my trembling legs, hot breath washing over my sensitive skin for one agonizing heartbeat—just long enough for the tension to coil unbearably tight in my gut.
Then she buried her face between my cheeks and sealed her mouth over my wrecked, cum-filled hole with ravenous hunger.
Her thick tongue pushed inside me immediately, scooping out heavy globs of her own thick orc seed with wet, filthy sounds. She swallowed it down in loud, greedy gulps that echoed through the room like pure depravity—each noisy swallow making my stomach twist with humiliated pleasure.
Long, sticky strings of cum mixed with saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, stretching down to the floor in obscene white threads before breaking and splattering.
She didn’t stop.
If anything, she grew more insistent, sucking harder, tongue-fucking my sloppy hole with shameless enthusiasm as though she couldn’t stand the thought of wasting even a single drop of what she’d claimed inside me.
The overwhelming sensation shattered what little remained of my sanity. My poor, spent cock twitched and gave one final, pathetic spurt across my stomach, just a weak dribble of cum despite being completely drained, while my entire body melted into the carpet—limp, whimpering, and utterly destroyed.
Grisha rose over me then, towering in the firelight with her cock still half-hard and glistening with fluids. She wrapped her hand around it and gave herself a few lazy pumps, grunting once with satisfaction before painting a final heavy load across my belly and chest in thick white ropes that added to the abstract artwork my body had become.
She admired her work for a long moment, taking in the sight of me as a trembling, leaking heap on the floor, my entire body reeking of orc musk, sex, and total defeat.
I couldn’t even respond. My brain had stopped processing words. I just lay there in the mess we’d made, wondering distantly if I’d survive long enough to actually use those enhancement techniques she’d promised to show me.
The magic had worked perfectly. Grisha had gotten exactly what she wanted.
And I had learned an important lesson about making deals with violent orc women who’d been waiting far too long for this opportunity.