Dragonsbane City: A Big Favor

**So this is a random idea that kinda just... happened. It's a modern day world, but there's all your fantasy species needs. Don't overthink it.**

Ichabod's coffee was packed with every kith and kin in Dragonsbane City--from the shortest gnome to the tallest giantfolk, everyone loved caffeine and sugar and milk, which was why there was an Ichabod's across the street from this Ichabod's. Non-threatening gnomish jazz played overhead, the baristas were doing their best to keep up with the line, and more than a few eyes were lingering on the shapely backside of Lillian as she sashayed to a back table with her drinks. Lillian pretended to ignore the stares with trained precision--she was, after all, an Under-Elf which made her a bit of a rarity even in a place as cosmopolitan as this. She also was dressed to impress--tight black miniskirt, t-shirt somehow showing shoulder and midriff without falling, her almond-shaped ears pierced and poking through her naturally shock purple hair, and pale porcelain skin covered in distracting inkwork. Lillian was everything an Under Elf should be--mean, hot, and punk as fuck. She walked with cold indifference to the back table--she was here on business.

Her two friends looked at each other as she approached. "Lillian is buying us drinks AND extra whip? All right girl, what do you want?" The three of them were as different as could be from each other, and 500 years ago this would have been an impossible meeting of the kin. Lucky for them all, now it was just another day in the big city. Summer was a Sun elf, and fit her name and her people to a tee--bright blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, and eyes that were emerald and bright, dressed in a floral sundress that screamed "hippie". Next to her was Tiffany, a brown-eyed, brown-haired, freckled human who was doing her best to cover herself and her insecurities hanging out with elven girls with her chunky blue glasses and swimming in her "Magus A&M" university sweatshirt. College was where you met new people, after all, and what had started as a group project their freshman year in Practical Thaumaturgy had become a close-knit friendship of seniors between them. Lillian, still acting superior, scoffed "What? Maybe I just wanted to show my good friends some appreciation?" The two girls looked at her, looked at each other, and laughed.

Lillian handed out the drinks and plopped into her chair, drawing closer and dropping her voice in secrecy. "Ok, fine, I need a favor. A big one." The three leaned in as Lillian glanced around to make sure they weren't being overheard. "... It's about Thrad." Tiffany's eyes went wide. "Oh no! I thought you guys were doing so well!" Lillian waved off the worry "no, he's great, I'm great. But he's been gone for Adventurer training for the past two months--"

Summer's eyes glinted with mischief as she cut in "--and you needed some pointers on how to fuck a big strong ork because it's been so long?" The other two stared at her while she giggled. Lillian stared down at her drink. "No, it's sort of the opposite... ok, what do you two know about Orks? Like, KNOW know?"

Tiffany took a sip of her hot chocolate and responded with her best impression of "Kith Biology 202": "Native to the Underworld. Blue to green skin, yellow eyes, physically big, and not at all as bad as the old racist books said. Society bond in Packs with a stratified leader. They have a... hive mind sorta? Based on pheromones?"

Lillian nodded. "Not a hive mind exactly, but the pack is influenced by the Alpha." She smiled wickedly with pride. "Thradd is the Alpha of his Pack, and it's been really hard on him and the boys being gone for so long. They're throwing a big welcome back party this weekend. The entire Pack... all 8 of them."

Summer. "So? Great--there's a party! Go drink a beer and welcome your boy home!" she said with tongue firmly pressed against her cheek.

Lillian looked back again, leaned in close "Because when Thad gets horny, they'll all get horny! And..."

"And?"

Lillian's voice was a whispered knife of panic. "And I can't take 9 orks by myself, ok?!"

The girls looked at each other. "Oh..." They looked back at Lillian as it dawned on them both. "Oh!" Tiffany's cheeks turned a bright red color as she connected the dots. "Wait... you're asking for us to get gang-banged by Thrad's friends?!"

Lillian shushed her. "Keep your voice down!" No one was really paying attention to them, but still. "Look, it's his pack. You don't have to do anything, just flirt with them and see what happens. But if it's just me and a bunch of guys, I'm not going to be able to walk for a week. The only reason I'm asking is... girls, I NEED this. It has been waaaay too long for me, and his Pack is going to be there all weekend! Thradd and I won't have a chance to get away until next week, and then he's going to go back out for more stupid training!! It's already been two months! Girls... I NEED to get LAID, and I NEED your help to do it!"

Tiffany was still bright pink. "Ok, I get we're friends, but this is.... a really weird request."

Lillian took a deep breath and remembered her friend was human and they had all kinds of weird hangups about sex and food and everything. "First, you're the only people I can trust with this. Second, I know you can both keep a secret after that Thing with the Solstice Party. Third, I ran a oracle spell and this was the most likely to work. I knew I could ask Summer because she's a slut--"

Summer shrugged with a grin. "... What? I'm Spring Caste! We're just huggy!"

Lillian continued "--and I asked you because you're a really true friend who hasn't had a boyfriend in eight months. And I've seen your browser history."

Tiffany went from pink to incandescent. "WHAT?!" She shot up in anger, realized every eye in the shop was on her, went from one stage of embarrassment to another, and quickly slinked back down into her chair. Summer gave her a big hug. "It's fine, darling! Going interkith is normal nowadays, and a girl's gotta be undead to not feel something for big... strong... ork boys!"

Lillian leaned in on the other side to close the sale. "Look, I know it's intimidating but we can all have a little fun, and worst case it's just some distant college memory in a week."

Summer bounced in excitement. "Heck, I'll buy you something special! It'll be a party! You'll look delicious!"

Tiffany closed her eyes and took a breath and stopped the brief terror of looking "Delicious" in a room of orks. Panic and Curiosity and eight months of Thirst fought inside her. Finally "... Alright. But we never speak of this again afterwards!"

Lillian smiled her "Mu-ha-ha I got you exactly where I want you" smile. "Of course dear. Just like the Thing at the Solstice Party. Never Happened."

The next day, Summer was true to her word, taking Tiffany to buy a dress and some intimates from a boutique shop in the expensive part of town that Tiffany could not afford and every sign and spoken word was in some Elvish dialect Tiffany had never heard. She stood in front of a mirror while two pixies flittered around her, getting her measurements. Summer spoke with the owner, a stern-looking Elf, over some kind of tea. Then they were both unceremoniously escorted out of the building. Summer said this was normal for "that kind of story". This left Tiffany an entire week of slowly realizing what she had agreed to. This left her in various states of confused, terrified, embarrassed, horny, embarrassed at being horny, and scared. Sure, she had watched a movie or so... and had some favorites downloaded and memorized. Sure, the idea of being taken by a band of rowdy orks was about as common of a fantasy as the "elf maid" or the office siren halfling, but... that was fantasy! She wasn't really going to be able to do that--she was a thaumics major! Not a porn star!!

She was positive she was going to back out, maybe run away and change her name by midweek. She drifted through her classes, never paying attention, a part of her brain always screaming at her for being stupid and another part of her ready to make those naughty late-night dreams come true. The day before, She was ready to call Lillian and tell her she had suddenly been hit by a bus or something when, on her dorm doorstep, was a green box with a silver bow. She brought it inside, and opened it. "Holy Shit..."

Sure, she wasn't going to go. She was a good human girl raised by good moral parents. She hadn't even started drinking until she was 22, just in case! But the lingerie inside was gorgeous--light blues and gold accents tastefully adding just enough to make sure you were looking at it. The panties were the same material, some elf-silk that flowed like water. She wasn't going to go, but this was a gift. She should try it on... when she finished sliding the stockings up her legs like a second skin, she was stunned when she looked in the mirror. Tiffany wasn't a petite girl, especially compared to her friends (stupid elf biology), but... damn. The bra wasn't just supporting her, it was fighting gravity and presenting her cleavage like it was a work of art. The panties were somehow bikini briefs that also seemed to lift her butt while also feeling so soft it was like she wasn't wearing them. The blue made her glasses pop, and highlighted the warm colors of her freckles on her shoulder and nose. Her long-held shame of her freckles didn't stand a chance against them--they were there and they were sexy in this. She wasn't just some girl who was the ugly human with the hot elf friends--she was the hot one. She was the goddess.

She giggled and squeezed her legs together. She felt damp. Lillian was right. It had been months. She was going to do this.

It was dark when the taxi pulled up to a working-class apartment in the Ironsides. The girls hopped out of the taxi. Tiffany (sure, wearing her lucky red dress heels) turned to get back in the taxi that was already driving away. "I can't do this. I'm going to vomit." Lillian, dressed to slay in a tight leather miniskirt and purple halter top, was already walking to the apartment. "Summer, get her together. Apartment 301." Summer was in a light dress that probably cost more than her tuition, and gave Tiffany a hug. "Come on girl! Look, all we have to do is keep them entertained long enough for Miss Mean Ass to get her rocks off!" Tiffany realized she was being slowly guided up the stairs. "I know, but--look, I know that the internet isn't real and that it's a racist stereotype, but have you SEEN ork guys?! They're... huge!" Summer gave a sultry laugh "I know darling! That's why I'm here...". Summer grabbed her hand and knocked on the door. A deep booming voice from inside--"It's open!"

The girls walked into a large, but obviously owned by college men, apartment. In a living room with no art or blinds, there were two obviously found couches, a gigantic TV, and a squad of orcs playing a video game and screaming their giant lungs out. Lillian was wrapped around Thradd and sitting in his lap, nibbling his pointed ear like it was the only source of water in the desert, but he seemed immune to the goth elf babe squirming into his hips. He and the others were all hyper-focused on the video game. They barely noticed the girls were in the room. Tiff hid behind Summer and waved. "Uhh... hi boys."

The boys just yelled at someone making an epic kill. There were nine of them, each one with a build for hard labor or ass kicking. Not the toned dehydrated bodybuilder look, but the tough and rugged linebacker or lumberjack. They were all tall--the shortest guy looked to be over six feet--but Thradd was the tallest, almost eight feet. One had tusks that stood out. Their skin was a mottled variety of blues and greens like a reptile, and each had predatory yellow eyes focused on the TV. They weren't ugly, just... functional. Not hot dude models, but strong hardworking guys with distinguished noses from getting broken and muscles that lifted furniture instead of selling underwear on billboards who would get in a fight with your or help you if your car broke down on the side of the road... and not one of them seemed interested in guys. Thadd finally seemed to realize Lillian was in his lap, let alone there. "Hey babe! Long time no see! Could you do me a favor and get me a beer from the fridge?" The Under Elf smiled while staring daggers into Thadd, who seemed to not realize his fatal error. "Sure babe". She stomped off to the kitchen, dragging her friends with her.

Summer raised her arms in confusion. "So, like, are they gay or-?" Lillian grabbed beers--both for Thraad and herself and the girls. "No, they're--like Tiff said, they have pheromones. Right now he's focused on the game, so they're all focused on the game. If Thradd gets angry, they all get angry. I'll get him to change his mind, and once he does... they all will." Lillian took a long swig of her beer. "... but apparently I'm gonna have to work at it a bit."

Summer stopped. "Oh wait!" She pulled three tiny crystal vials from her handbag, handing them around. "I got them from my dwarven room mate. I told her we were going to a party and that I had some nervous friends. She called them "princesses' little helpers". She's a alchemist so she's good at this stuff. Says it would take the edge off."

Tiffany could use a little less edge. She downed the liquid inside, and almost immediately coughed it back up. Even Summer was overwhelmed by the burning and medicinal sting, and she was known for handling her liquor. "Oh gods, Summer!! Are you trying to kill me?!" As Tiffany tried to catch her breath though... the burning was changing into a warm, tingly sensation all over. Not just all over, but specifically targeting her body. Her breasts felt warmer, and the damp tingling she had been feeling suddenly surged in strength. By the time the kitchen stopped spinning, she looked over and was pretty sure Summer was basking in the afterglow of a tiny orgasm. Lillian was... where did Lillian go?

The girls stepped back into the living room, where Lillian was... doing her best. Before she had been draped over him, but now she was practically melting onto him, her hips grinding against his, softly whimpering as she bit his neck, her hand digging into his pants. Thradd started to react, slipping an arm around her--but then the ork sitting next to him apparently did something epic, because they all started screaming at the screen.

Summer--who was now stroking one of her breasts and rubbing her groin with the other--had had enough. "Time for desperate action--Tiff! Do you have sex with women?" Tiff's eyes bulged. "Uh... n.. no... I mean... I haven't?" Summer shook her head. "Gah! Humans. So stuck up... Go sit on the couch and do what you can!" Tiff did as she was told (briefly being introduced to Graag and Krogu as she flopped in between them) as Summer grabbed Lillian off of her man, who at least was aware enough to be concerned. "Hey what are you--?"

He stopped as Summer grabbed Lillian's waist and kissed her. No, KISSED her. Lillian was briefly surprised, but quickly returned the favor as Summer began stripping the clothes off her friend, and then herself. Tiff's eyes were wide open in shock and lust, and she noticed that even the other Orks were starting to put down the controllers. Lillian hadn't been wearing a bra, but she didn't really need one--her frame was athletic, and her tits were annoyingly just the right size to be impressive but not unwieldy. Her skin was pale white, which accented her well-tattooed body, sleeves of strange arcane sigils and spider-webbed designs running up and down her arms and legs, along her back, and all flowing to her hairless pussy. She pressed her body up against Summer's, hands exploring each other. Summer's body was more full, wider hips and round breasts barely held in check by her white matching set. Everyone could see her panties were wet, even running down her leg. The two moaned as Lillian popped Summer's bra off, her nipples obviously hard and begging to be touched. Tiff was surprised to see Summer had pierced them both, gold rings hanging from her aching nipples. Lillian dragged them both to the ground, and after some adjusting, they began to lick each other--Summer on the bottom, Lillian pushing her hips into the girl's sweet mouth while she lapped her tongue along Summer's clit.

The video game was forgotten.

Tiff was in awe. Sure, it was a bit of a stereotype, but two hot elf girls going at it was... damn. The two moaned as tongue and fingers and skin brushed, and the room's energy changed. Thradd was staring at them both like a lion watching a limping deer. Tiff was aware her breath was heavy, that her nipples seemed to be trying to cut a hole in her bra, that her goin was burning... and that Krogu's hand was on her thigh, rubbing it slightly. She licked her lips as logic and long-term thinking left the building. She looked at him. He looked at her. They both leaned in and Tiff shuddered at the long, deep kiss, their tongues (gods, his tongue was large!) mixed. She almost missed when Graag's hand had slipped up under her dress, thick fingers sliding along her rapidly dampening underwear. She moaned, and stopped the two just long enough to pull off her own dress. The two orks' gasped as they looked at her in lust and awe, and Kroku grinned. "Graag's got a thing for human women." Graag was suddenly (adorably) embarrassed. "What? No thats-" "Whatever dude I've seen your browser history." Tiff, enflamed with lust, grinned at him. "Well... what do you want to do those human women, Graag?" She jiggled a bit, and the Ork was frozen as his brain tried to realize how luck he was... and then he pounced.

He ran his nose and tongue along Tiff's neck, a large hand running beneath the bra cup and sliding rough fingers along her nipple, making her shudder. Slowly he kissed down her body, his large frame somehow sliding off the couch more gracefully than she imagined. His arm swept around her hips, and brought her beautiful blue panties up to his mouth. He was delicate, kissing softly like he might brake her, and making her quietly moan. He slipped the panties to one side and lapped his tongue along her slit, making her wrap her legs around his head and moaning as she fell back onto Kroku's chest. Two of his thick fingers slipped inside her with little resistance, and Tiff cried out in relief. Gods, it had been way too long...

She looked up to see Lillian rising up, screaming as Summer's fingers and hands reached that special spot, her legs shaking and body spasming. Thraad blocked her view as he stood in front of her and unzipped his pants... and that's when she felt her hand guided to wrap around Kroku. Still moaning and panting, she turned to look--oh gods. Sure, it wasn't a porn ork dick, but it was much larger than the human members she had, and was almost flared at the base, designed to enter and spread. Oh gods... just as a surge of panic hit her, Graag's tongue and fingers slipped at just the right speed, and she cried out as the orgasm spread through her body. She was stroking Kroku, feeling his heat, wanting it. She looked down as Graag was grinning, victory in pleasing her, but obviously wanting more.

A sound--Lillian's face being fucked, gugrling and gasping as she was used by Thraad. Somehow his giant blue dick was being fit down her pretty pale face, past those black lips and down her throat. Here eyes were watering, and she was loving it. Summer, face smeared and wet with Lillian's juices, rolled back to watch, grinning and playing with her clit lazily. Suddenly, Thraad pulled back, and his angry thick dick pulsed and erupted, coating Lillian's face. She cried out and moaned as it splashed over her, purple hair and ears getting coated in the thick cum. "Oh baby I missed you!" Thraad grinned wickedly at his claimed beloved, before snapping. Every Ork in the room looked at him. "Sleeping room. Now."

The ladies were swept up, laughing and screaming. They were delivered to a large room that was covered in bedding--apparently Orks didn't have nightstands, just beds. Tiff laughed as she was dumped in a pile of pillows and elfs by Graag. The three girls looked up in lust and awe as the orks began stripping down. Soon enough they were surrounded--nine giant men, nine hungry gazes, and nine intimidating and hard ork-cocks waiting for them. Lillian, her face still covered with cum, rolled on her hands and knees, ass in the air. "Come on alpha--fuck your baby doll!" Thraad growled, grabbing her hips and pushing deep inside her in a single thrust. This was the sign, and the others fell in. Tiff found herself squirming in delight as two mouths suckled her nipples while a giant thick cock slipped along her slit and hands were squeezing her ass. She couldn't even tell where one man stopped and another began. She squeeked as a thick finger brushed along her asshole. She heard Graag's voice--he was on the left tit. "Dude! No! Humans can't take it up the ass!" She stroked his bald head. "Well, we can, but this human doesn't."

Summer laughed "well this elf does!" She was straddling the big one with the tusks, bouncing up and down on him, and spread her cheeks. Tiff gasped as she realized her friend had a jewled plug back there, which she pulled out just in time for one of the other orks to step behind and push himself into the blonde. She cried in pain and joy as she was filled in both holes, and the two began thrusting in time.

Tiff pushed Graag on his back, leaned down to stroke him. He was thick, and long, and so warm. Tiff lapped him from the base to the root, grinning as he growled in pleasure at her touch, and again as she slid him in her mouth, taking as much as she could in her mouth and stroking the rest. She moaned on him as someone grabbed her hips and pushed inside her aching pussy, feeling it go deep and stretching her out. She fell into a daze as she was used from both sides, feeling her body pulse and writhe and shake as another orgasm claimed her, and then squealed as her mouth was suddenly full of spurt after spurt of warm, salty ork cum. She pulled off, catching her breath, cum leaking down her chin. Graag was still hard and still hungry, and flipped her on her back. This was obviously a thing for him, and he was going to do everything he could. He spread her legs and pushed them up onto his shoulders, groaning as he slid inside her. Tiff sighed as he slowly plowed her, going almost all the way out before pushing back in. Her hands found two other large dicks in need of attention, and she stroked them as she was slowly sawed in and out of. She moaned, but could tell Graag was holding back. She kissed one of the cocks, then the other, and then grinned at Graag. "I thought orks were supposed to be rough and violent. Use me. You won't break me. Claim your prize, Graag".

Something inside him snapped. The kind, embarrassed ork suddenly disappeared, replaced by a feral and horny monster. He growled, grabbed her hips, and begin fucking Tiff. Hard, fast, and brutal, pounding into her warm and hungry snatch. She cried as he used her, slamming into her again and again, building to another orgasm and riding past it, a constant bombaredment that left her shaking in glorious helplessness. She screamed and gasped, her hands gripping the cocks and stroking in part to make them enjoy and in part just to let her hold on. She felt herself gush as Graag's relentless thrusting, felt the hot eruptions of cum splash across her face and coat her glasses and drip down her tongue, and finally with a great roar felt Graag fill her, seeping out of her, and collapse next to her... just for Kroku to slide in afterwards, just as powerful, just as deep. She moaned and mewled as she was used, her body being rewarded with wave after wave of pleasure..

Through her cum-stained glasses, she looked over at her friends. Summer was riding the guy with the tusks while another ork was destroying her ass, and a third was grabbing her hair and making her throat bulge, and the sounds she was making was signs she was loving it. Lillian was stuffed to the brim as Thraad and another orc were sharing her pussy. Her pale skin was covered in cum, even compared to the other girls--Thraad had been away a long time, and she was coated--face and hair and tits and belly and legs and ass and more. Tiff's eyes rolled back as Kroku cried out and exploded in her, and just as he pulled out someone lapped down and began sucking her clit...

The rest of the night fell into a blur, and the next thing Tiff realized she was waking up as the sun was streaming in her eye from the sole window. She was sore and exhausted and sticky and utterly limp from pleasure, and she found her friends next to her, just as well used and coated, the pack of orks--snoring and grinning--encircling and protecting them from any harm. Tiff nudged them both--Summer woke up like bright-eyed and bushy tailed, Lillian groaning at the insult of them trying to stir her. "Oh my gods... that was intense."

Lillian finally stopped cursing. "They're gonna be asleep for most of the day. We can just ignore them. They'll be all dumb video game bruhs when they wake up anyway. Come on--the pack does everything together, so there's group showers down the hall." For a second, Lillian's hard exterior dropped. "Thanks girls. This meant a lot to me." Summer giggled "Oh, I've wanted to do something like this for AGES now! Get the water warm for me--I'll go prep some coffee! If we're lucky, I'll find our clothes!"

Tiff took a giant step over the Guy with Tusks (was his name Scrakth? I think that's what Summer was yelling?), and stopped. "I'll be right in!" She found a marker hanging from a To-Do board, stepped back over Guy with Tusks, found Graag's sleeping body, and wrote her number with a 'call me! Tiffany!" on his arm. A quick peck, and the big guy sighed in his sleep and turned over.

As Tiff closed the door to the massive group bathroom, Lillian stepped into the brisk spray. "So Thraad's gonna be gone for two more months after this weekend. Do you think you ladies could do me another favor?"