The Orc's Little Human Pet

I stared at the deep impression in the earth for a good long while, a chill cascading down my spine, while a rush of excitement flooded my core.

I couldn't trust my instincts. My head told me to run, but my body stayed put. I stuck my foot out and stepped into the footprint, which engulfed my own.

Enormous.

Typically, when you saw an orc's tracks, you hightailed it out of there, putting as much distance between you and the monstrous green giants as you could. Stories of orcs stealing humans to feed on when the lands ran dry of other game kept us all on alert, and no human in their right mind--especially a woman--stuck around to get caught.

I take another few steps, finding the second footprint hidden beneath the brush and mud.

That's how wide their stance is. Nearly my entire height meets the width of the steps.

I'm tempted to lay in the footprint. Something about the sheer size of them fascinated me. Scared me, too. As I studied the disrupted earth, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched.

"Cara!"

Nearly to my knees, ready to lay down in the imprint, I froze at the sound of my name.

"Oh, Cara, there you are. What are you--oh my god!" Dela, my bunkmate, screeched at the sight of the orc's footprint. Grabbing my wrist, she tugged so fiercely, I felt the bones in my wrists twist, but I allowed her to pull me away.

Dela didn't slow down until we were nearly a mile away from the tracks. Not far enough to be clear of danger, but we were heading in the opposite direction, and closer to camp, so that made her feel safer.

I felt safer, too, yet couldn't shake the inexplicable urge to return. As soon as we reached camp, Dela animatedly described our close brush with death to the others.

They hurried us over to the fire. Someone wrapped a blanket around Dela's arms, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I didn't let people fuss over me, and after dinner, when the sun set and the sky bruised purple, I crawled into my cot early, feeling more closed off from my tribe than usual.

I could hear the sounds of laughter and tales of tribal leaders fighting orcs. Tales of blood and gore and death. And yet, as far as I knew, none of us had ever actually seen the orcs.

They'd been described to us in great detail, and I'd seen the tracks myself, but as far as I could tell, they mostly just kept to themselves.

Were they really as violent as people said?

As big?

Something was wrong with me.

It was all I could think about. The orcs. And how big they must be.

I'd slept with nearly every single man in our camp. Humans feigned prudishness, but once the ale passed around and the fires went out, we were really all just baser primal beings wanting to get fucked.

Most of us had cycled through each other, some more than others, even though we never talked about it.

Me, though, I'd had more than my fair share of decent cock. But that's all it ever was. Decent. Nothing ever fulfilled me as much as I needed.

More. Bigger. Fuller.

If the footprint I saw earlier today was anything to go by, I knew there was no way I could ever actually fuck an orc. It wouldn't just split me in half--it would be a complete physical impossibility.

And yet...

And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about orc cock.

Were they ugly?

Did I care?

These thoughts swirled throughout the night. I tried to sleep, but Dela snuck back into our tent with Ergo. They didn't even try to be quiet. Eventually, I was too tired to ignore the pull, and the last thing I remembered before sleep pulled me under was the creaking of the cot and Ergo's satisfied grunts.

It was my job to forage and collect mushrooms. So the next morning, I ignored Dela's pleas for me to wait and go with a group, assuring her I would gather in a different spot today, and that I'd be fine.

I lied.

It took me over an hour to find the footprints again. Excitement churned in my gut at the thought of following the tracks. Not that I had any intention of going that far. But just the thought, the fantasy of finding a man that big had me practically shaking, pressing my legs together, squeezing my pussy to stave off the empty need building inside me with every step I took.

Why wasn't I satisfied, like the other women in camp?

Why did I need more?

I followed the tracks for a few yards, not really thinking about where I was headed or why. I didn't actually want to find an orc. The thrill was enough.

The steps trailed further north, and the sound of running water had me slowing, until the tracks disappeared completely nearing the edge of a cliff.

Disappointment clung to my chest. Which was stupid.

I shouldn't have even come this far.

I'd gotten so worked up with excitement, the blow that this stupid fantasy of mine would never actually lead to anything had me slumping to the ground. Under the shade of the broken, weather-beaten tree, I sat, listening to the waterfall, contemplating how boring my life was going to be, having unfulfilling sex, foraging for mushrooms, listening to my bunkmate get off with the same guy I fucked three weeks ago.

Worst of all, my pussy is still aching with need. I can feel how slippery I am and I haven't even touched myself.

Closing my eyes, taking in the sound of the water, the whir of wind through the leaves. I bend my knees, lean against the tree at my back, and slip my hand beneath my shift.

My fingers are cool, the sensation against my hot, soaking wet core a delightful surprise. I dip my finger into the pooling slick, breaking the seal of my pussy lips, breath hitching when my fingertips graze my clit.

I circle the bud, slowly at first, teasing out the pleasure, doing my best to ignore the tugging disappointment that I'm all alone, and still empty.

My pelvis tilts forward, and I rock against my fingers, chasing the zinging pleasure building in my core. I'm so wet--too wet, so slippery I can barely feel the texture of my fingers on my clit. So I press harder, move faster.

I can feel my walls contracting, suckling for something that isn't there. Still, I rub, faster and faster, spreading my fingers out flat, slapping my clit every few breaths, my arm getting tired from chasing the pleasure and I keep pausing, taking deep breaths, trying to focus, but getting frustrated instead.

And then I hear him.

"Don't stop now, pretty human."

I gasp, turn, then scream, scrambling away from the orc kneeling beside the tree. How I didn't hear him, I've no idea, but the amused look on his face tells me he's been watching me for a while.

The orc's eyes drag down my body. I quickly pat the sides of my shift, but the thick burlap material is heavy and fell down to cover my body the second I stood.

Fisting my hands at my sides, heart racing like a hummingbird alive in my chest, I drag my gaze up--and up--the orc's body.

He's kneeling, and even on his knees, he towers over me. Large, barrel chested, skin a mossy green textured with shadowy blue at the creases of his arms. Similar to my shift, a swatch of scratchy fabric covers his lower half and I curse myself for even checking.

But the orc misses nothing. He smirks and adjusts his legs, which were previously hiding his enormous cock, judging by the bulge beneath his loincloth. I swallow, and the burning ache between my legs returns.

Need.

Fuck. I need it.

Impossible, I tell myself.

He chuckles and I look up, wide-eyed.

"What do you want from me?" I whisper. Later, if I live to tell the tale, I'll recall how brave and not breathless I sounded. I'll lie to myself and pretend like the very sight of this kneeling orc with what I imagine is a monstrous cock hiding beneath a thin slip of fabric wasn't consuming my every thought.

The orc smirks again, then reaches a hand out. Each finger could rival Ergo's cock. No, they're bigger. Huge. Each one long and thick. I stare in awe, but the silence stretches thick between us.

He pulls his hand back to his side. "You came looking for me. I thought I'd offer you a hand."

His words are gruff, muffled by the interference of his great tusks which jut up from his lower jaw. He's ugly. Face misshapen by human standards, flat, broad and wide. His ears are too high, each pierced with what looks like bone, and another ring through his nose. That one, though, is a shining gold. I don't know where he got the material for a piercing like that.

He smiles again, and I know I should be terrified. He could swallow me whole. In a few bites, at least.

But then I glance back down at his cock. And he's still kneeling when he could stand, tall as a tree beside me. Why? An attempt to seem harmless? He could crush me in an instant.

But he hasn't.

"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask.

"Why would I hurt you? You smell so sweet."

A blush crawls up my neck. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but he ruins it when he adds, "I bet you taste just as sweet."

"You can't eat me!" I shout, taking a few steps back.

He stands abruptly, the earth shaking beneath his feet, and I scramble back, but then he yells, "Stop moving, small human! You'll fall off the cliff!"

I suck in a surprised breath and turn, realizing I'm mere feet from the edge.

The orc reaches a hand out, and instinctually, I take the offer, wrapping my entire hand around one of his fingers, the size making me shudder.

He takes a few steps back, guiding me to the tree I was leaning against, and says, "You don't want me to eat your pretty cunt?"

I don't even care if he means literally. I gush between my legs, and the orc chuckles. "You like this idea. Come, sweet human. Let me taste your sweet cunt. It smells so good on the breeze."

"I'm umm... I'm not sure that's such a good idea..."

Even with the weak protest--one neither of us believe--I follow his lead to the tree.

"You can't lie to me, human."

"Cara."

"Cara. I am Ulack. I watched you yesterday. I smelled your slick cunt in the air, the musk growing thicker the longer you followed my tracks. Say no and I will leave right now. But, sweet Cara--"

The orc leans down, wraps a massive hand around my backside, lifting my shift. His entire hand engulfs my body. I whimper, squeezing my legs together.

I was so worked up and unfulfilled when he arrived. Now I'm sticky, slick with new and old wants.

He continues, "--if you stay, then perhaps you'll satisfy a curiosity for both of us."

"And what kind of curiosity is that?" I stutter, pressing my ass back against his firm, sturdy hand.

"Of all the ways we could fit."

The words hang in the air, heavy and thick. Tension builds, so strong I can taste it, higher and higher. I don't know if he was waiting for consent, but he takes the slight whimper escaping my lips as answer.

In one deep, terrifying growl, one I feel down to my bones, he releases me, grips the front of my shift and tears it in half.

Naked in front of the orc, he grunts. I don't know how to interpret that, but let out a shriek when he lifts me up, hands larger than each of my ass cheeks, and holds me up against the tree.

With no warning, his head, which barely fits between my legs, even with my knees spread wide as they can go, nudges in, and his tongue darts out, spearing inside me.

I cry out, the firm, rough texture shoving deep, pulling out, then lapping at my clit. My back burns against the bark of the tree, but I can't help it, I rock my hips, chasing the feel of his tongue. He licks like a starving man, his giant tusks scraping against my thigh. The fear and danger, how easily he could hurt me, heightens everything.

"Ulack!" I scream when he starts fucking me with his tongue. I try to move my hips to fuck him even harder, but his hands tighten around my ass, holding me in place against the tree and I'm immobile, forced to just feel.

The pleasure rips through me, and I reach out and clasp my hands around his massive head, gripping his ears like handles. And then he pulls his tongue out, swipes the massive length from my ass to my clit, then flicks my sensitive bundle of nerves so fast I can't hold back any longer.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming!"

The orgasm hits me fast, and I barely register that he's shifting my body into one of his hands until, without warning, he spears his massive finger into my pussy.

"That's it, little human. Look how small you are," he muses, as if he wasn't destroying me for other sex.

I clamp down around his finger, thick and long, wider than any cock I've ever fucked, and he curls it inside me, then fucks me fast. It's so good. So big, it burns with pain and pleasure.

Tongue back on my clit, the orgasm that never really stopped, rockets higher. His finger drags, in and out, faster and faster and just when I start to shake in his hold, he pulls out.

"No! No, oh god, no, please don't stop!" I cry, knowing I'd do nearly anything to get him back inside of me.

I'm sobbing, a naked, sweaty mess. My pussy is literally dripping, slick running down my thighs. Then he brings me down to the ground and I actually start crying. I was so close to coming again.

I'm not above begging, and when I start to, he chuckles in that same gruff, dulcet tone as before, before he picks me up again and sets me on a boulder a few feet away.

I don't know what he has planned, but the second he kneels down, my knees open so fast, legs spread wide, nice and ready for him, he chuckles again.

I don't care. I don't care what I look like or how I sound. How desperate I must seem.

I am fucking desperate.

"Ulack," I plead.

"Don't worry, little Cara. I'm not done with your pretty human cunt. I quite like the taste of it. Think I might not let you go after this."

If he thinks those words scare me, he's never been this horny. This shameless, in this much need.

"Please." My voice is small.

His relaxed smile fades, his big, warm brown eyes softening. "I've got you. Now, you're going to come all over my face so I can drink you up. Be a good girl and keep those legs spread."

He pushes his finger into my pussy again, swirling it around, gathering my dripping wet juice before pulling it out. Then he pushes my knees up so my feet are on his shoulders and his finger breaches my asshole.

I tense against the pressure.

"Relax, little Cara. Open that tiny little asshole and let me in."

I do, and he wastes no time pushing his forefinger through the tight ring. His finger alone is larger than any cock I've taken and I brace against the sting, but he massages me slowly, slipping in and out before pushing all the way in.

Deep.

So deep, I don't think I've ever felt this full. The satisfaction of that alone is enough to ruin me.

It's so big, it feels so good. And when he notches his thumb at my pussy, I beg for more.

"Please Ulack, I can take it. I need it. Fuck, I need it." My desperate pleas match my desire, my body begging to be filled so full. All I've ever wanted was this, and he's giving it to me so easily.

His thumb, wider than his finger, pushes into my pussy. Against the fullness in my ass, it feels incredible. I cry out in pleasure, but when he starts fucking me with both fingers, penetrating so deep inside me, my words become an incoherent mess. My walls squeeze him, but I'm so full, there's barely room to contract.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck!" He pumps his fingers faster, the pleasure unimaginable. And when he leans forward with that fast, firm tongue lapping at my clit, I lose it.

"Unngghh!!" I grunt, the buildup from before, a pervasive intensity singing with every fiber of my being, every single nerve ending synapsing all at once. Spots cloud my vision, and the urgent need to release breaks, and I come so hard, I feel squirting juice spray out of me. Grunting, huffing against his relentless fucking, his finger slips out of my ass and the orgasm spasms again when my ass relaxes. His finger presses into my clit while his thumb curls toward my g-spot and I squirt again, coming all over him. His face is soaking wet, my body a weak, sated mess.

"I can't--oh god, I can't take anymore!" I cry, sobbing at the relief, the intensity. He pulls his hands back, and with his massive tongue, he leans forward and licks my face. I smell myself on him, my hand limply gripping his ear, falling to his tusk.

"That was..." There are no words. Ulack, this mysterious orc who came out of nowhere, just destroyed my pussy. There's no going back.

My lazy eyes trace over all his features. There's mischief there, amusement and something like wonder, too... he looks at me like I'm a wonder.

I don't know what comes next. I imagine curling up in his giant arms and settling in for a nap, but Ulack takes a step back, the ground shaking beneath his heavy tread and he rips off his loincloth.

Oh, holy fuck.

His cock, though it previously looked like a mountain hidden beneath a blanket of fabric, now juts out proudly between his legs. The look on my face makes Ulack chuckle. I like this affable giant, I decide. I like him very much.

And I like that cock very much too, though I've no idea what to do with it.

Because his massive orc cock, darker than his skin, like a denser forest green, is the size of my fucking thigh. Bigger. It wouldn't just split me in half, it would quite literally kill me.

Nerves begin to trickle down my spine.

What the fuck was I thinking, letting an orc get me off? There's no one around for help. No one knows I'm here. I told everyone I was heading in the opposite direction, and knowing orc tracks were spotted in the area, none of my tribe would venture this far for weeks, to be safe.

Is this it then? Does he mean to kill me? Death by cock?

I suppose there are worse ways to go. But this wasn't what I had in mind when I ached to be so full that even a breath of air had no room.

"Don't look so scared, my Cara."

My Cara.

He's still smiling, relaxed and lazy. Does he not mean to kill me, after all?

"You've soaked me with your messy cunt. Would be a shame to waste all this fine slick. Now come here," he says, gripping my leg, easily pulling me into his lap. I feel like an ant on a log, tiny and insignificant.

"How can...?" I clear my throat, trying to sound more confident. "You won't fit, Ulack." Perhaps my defiance will keep him from killing me.

My traitorous pussy is still dripping with want at the sight of his size, despite the impossibility.

He picks me up, holding me above his huge, hard cock and sits me atop the head. It's a seat, literally. A chair cannot fit inside me, I argue, and my nerves take over, a confusing mix of want and fear. He ignores my verbal protests.

"That's it, honey. I can feel your pussy suckling, even still. Let all that nice juice flow down my aching cock."

It's true, my pussy keeps squeezing. Like lips wrapped around a nipple at the point of a massive tit. The whole thing won't fit inside, but I can suckle and squeeze the tip.

Ulack drags me down the length of his cock and I instinctively reach out and hug the thing, letting the texture rub against my clit.

"Good girl." The praise tingles, and even though I just came harder than I ever have before, I tilt my hips into the shaft of his cock and rock against it. "Now, wrap your arms and legs around me. That's it, good girl. Now, hold on. Nice and tight."

And then, with both hands, he grips my hips and shoulders, and then he fucks his giant cock with my whole body. I squeeze tight, lightheaded at the absurdity of it all, but wanting to please him, to give him what he gave me, I hold on tight, digging my hands and heels into his shaft.

I know when I do a good job. He grunts in satisfaction, whipping me faster and faster up and down his cock.

His foreskin slides with me, and when he finds a rhythm he likes, I brace myself, then stick out my tongue, and with each pass, I latch on and lick up the underside of his cock, stroking his frenulum, licking up the head.

"Oh fuck, Cara, yes, keep doing that." And so I do. He praises me, whipping me faster, and then his hold on me becomes frantic, erratic. There's a deep rumble in his chest, it trembles through his entire body, straight through his cock, so I rock my hips into the vibration and come again, the drag of his veiny cock against my clit easily dragging another orgasm out of me.

The vibrations grow deeper, and I know he's close, so I hold tighter, and then there's a giant roar.

Ulack's release could be heard for miles, I think. He shakes the earth beneath us, and I no longer have any control--not that I ever did--but I can do nothing but go along for the ride, hoping he doesn't snap my neck with how fast he's fucking his enormous cock with my body clinging tight.

He erupts like a geyser, spraying cum all over me. It rains from above, shooting out of his cock, soaking my face, my hair. It's sticky and musky, and it keeps coming, though his hold on me is loosening.

Finally, with one shudder, he shakes me once more, another spurt from his cock, and he releases me to collapse into his lap.

We're soaked.

And then I laugh.

Ulack wipes my eyes with his thumb, clearing the cum out of my lashes.

"I think you'll make a fine pet. Does that sound good to you, sweet Cara? Would you like to leave your tribe and live with me?"

I don't even have to think about it, because I know the answer is yes. Still, I ask, "What about the other orcs? Will they... hurt me? Will they accept me?"

Ulack nods, scratching his chin. "You'll be no bother to them. Besides... I think you can take more fingers. If you go back to your humans, you'll never feel four of my fingers inside you. And you taste too good to let go."

Ohhh, holy fuck. Two in my pussy? Two in my ass? Impossible.

It sounds amazing.

"Yes, Ulack. I'll come home with you."

He leans down and kisses my forehead, tusks scratching my skin. "Come, I'll take you to the waterfall below and clean you properly. Then we can play some more."

I laugh in his arms while he easily traverses the cliff, dipping us into the water below.

And that's how I became the orc's little human pet.