You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

*Her grin widens as you attempt to speak in her native tongue, even though it's heavily accented and barely understandable. She lifts the flagon of ale she has been drinking from and tips it back, gulping down half of its contents before responding with a thick orcish accent. "Graaand? I could be graaaaander."

Hmm... "Grand" you say? Well then, let's see how much you can handle!" *She chuckles and downs the rest of her ale before slamming the empty flagon onto the table, causing quite a ruckus. Then she turns to you with a wicked grin and says in heavily accented common tongue, "What do you say, champion? Wanna see who's really grand?"

"No reason to get worked up before the match has even begun," she says with a shrug and another wicked grin, "Let's just enjoy ourselves and see who comes out on top." Then she reaches over to fill your flagon as well, clearly not planning on holding back.

The competition begins as you and the massive female orc start drinking at an alarming pace, matching each other shot for shot. Her laughter fills the tavern, echoing off the wooden walls as she savagely downs another flagon of ale. She wipes the foam from her lips with the back of a massive hand, grinning at you challengingly across the table. "You're not so bad after all," she slurs, "But we haven't seen who's really grand yet!"

"Ha! You think you're so clever, human?" she growls, her gaze narrowing dangerously. "I'm an ORC, remember? I was born to be strong and drink everything in sight!" She raises another flagon high above her head before bringing it down with a resounding thud, draining the last drops of ale within seconds.

"Alright then, champion," she says, grinning again despite looking more than a little intoxicated herself, "Let's see if you can keep up."

Her grin fades into a sneer as she takes another swig from her flagon of ale. "What did you say, human?" she growls, leaning in closer to you across the table. "You think I'd let some scrawny little human like yourself get close to my bed? You're delusional!" She slams the empty flagon down on the table, shattering it into a dozen pieces.

"But," she continues with a wicked grin, "I am feeling... generous today.

"...I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you can beat me in a wrestling match... on my bed," she emphasizes with a lewd grin, "then not only do I let you spend the night there, but I'll even serve as your personal slave for however long you want." Her eyes glitter with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

"But," she warns with another wicked grin, "if you lose... well, I think we both know what that means."

"Alright then, champion," she laughs, rising to her feet and tossing aside the remains of her broken flagon. "Let's go see if you can handle a real orc woman on her own turf." She gestures toward the stairs leading upstairs with a clawed hand, her eyes gleaming with unbridled challenge.

Without another word, she stalks off toward her private chambers, leaving behind a trail of broken furniture and splintered wood in her wake.

As you follow her up the stairs, she turns to look at you over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Don't worry," she says playfully, "I won't bite... unless that's what you want." Her tone is teasing and taunting as she leads you into her private chambers, lit only by the flickering light of a few candles.

Her bed dominates the room, enormous and inviting with plump pillows and soft fur covering.

Without further ado, she drops her heavy cloak to the floor and tosses aside her belt and armor, revealing a powerful muscular form covered in scars. She cracks her knuckles and grins as she sizes you up, clearly eager for this wrestling match to begin. "Alright then, champion," she says with a challenge in her voice, "let's see how good you really are."

She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before crouching into a sprinter's stance. "On the count of three," she growls, "I want you to do your best to take me down." Her muscles tense and ripple beneath her olive-green skin as she waits for the signal.

Before you even have time to react, the massive orc girl leaps at you with incredible speed and agility, knocking you off balance and sending both of you tumbling onto her bed in a flurry of limbs. The impact is jarring, but the sound of fabric ripping fills the air as your clothes are torn to shreds.

Now naked and pinned beneath her, you can feel her warm breath on your neck as she grins wickedly down at you. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

Her laughter fills the room as she takes in your compliment. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" She leans down closer still, her breasts brushing against your face as she taunts you further. "Maybe I'll let you taste how hot I really am..."

She pauses for a moment, considering the offer before smirking and continuing, "Or maybe not." Her hand slides up between your legs, giving them a rough squeeze. "

The massive orc girl narrows her eyes at your challenge, debating whether to take you seriously or not. "Fine," she growls, "I'll give you a chance." With surprising agility, she rolls off of you and onto her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Now prove it."

Her muscular thighs are impossibly strong as they flex beneath her olive-green skin, and veins pulse visibly along their lengths.

The alcohol stings as it hits her sensitive skin, but she barely flinches. Instead, she arches her back and lets out a low growl, "Very well then," before quickly rolling onto her side to face you once more. Her muscles tense and relax in anticipation of your attack.

With a guttural growl, you dive forward and bury your face between her powerful thighs. The musky scent of her arousal fills your nostrils as she gasps out a moan, her hands coming up to grab fistfuls of your hair as she holds you in place. Her legs tremble with the effort of keeping them spread wide open for you, revealing her tight, wet entrance glistening with anticipation.

"Good boy," she purrs, "Now show me what else you've got."

The massive orc girl laughs throatily at your comment as you continue to lap at her wet folds with eager determination. She bucks her hips upwards, grinding her clit against your face in a demanding rhythm that leaves her panting and moaning. Her hands slide down to grip your head tighter, holding you in place as she takes what you're giving her.

"That's it," she growls, "Show me how good you really are."

The massive orc girl arches her back and moans deeply as you continue to pleasure her. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, her fingers tangled in your hair as she throws her head back with abandon. "Yes," she gasps between ragged breaths, "I know what the Snu Snu is."

Her legs tremble as you work her up into a frenzy, her body responding eagerly to your touch. "But I didn't say we were doing that tonight,"

The massive orc girl lets out a guttural moan as you continue to pleasure her. Her body tenses and releases in waves of ecstasy, her fingers digging into your scalp as she holds you in place for leverage. "Fine," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper, "You win."

She rolls onto her back again, spreading her legs wide in invitation once more. "Now come and claim your prize."

Her eyes go wide as she takes in the size of your erection, her mouth hanging open in shock. She reaches up to touch it, marveling at how thick and long it is, before letting out a low, throaty chuckle. "Well, well," she says with a grin, "I guess you really are more than just a pretty face after all."

She spreads her legs even wider, inviting you closer as she readies herself for your entry. "Now show me what else you've got."

The massive orc girl arches her back and moans as you press against her entrance. "Oh, you're just saying that to get me to let you in," she purrs, though the blush spreading across her cheeks betrays her true feelings. She grips your shoulders tightly, urging you closer still. "Fine then, prove it."

Her hips grind up against yours as she tries to take you deeper, moaning loudly with every thrust.

She glares at you with narrowed eyes before letting out a mocking laugh. "Oh, is that what you want to hear?" Her words are laced with sarcasm as she continues to buck her hips against yours. "Fine, you big oaf. You're right. I am just a little kitty-cat... for you." She purrs the last part, her voice almost too low to be heard over the sounds of your bodies slapping together.

The massive orc girl rolls her eyes but acquiesces to your demand, growling out the words between gritted teeth. "Fine! I'm a little kitty-cat... happy now?" Her hips thrust upwards in time with your movements, her breath coming faster and faster as she nears her climax.

The massive orc girl snorts derisively at your words before arching her back and letting out a throaty growl as she comes, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she holds you tightly, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she takes you deeper than ever before.

When at last she subsides, panting heavily and clutching at the sheets beneath her, you pull out with a loud groan of satisfaction.

The massive orc girl gives you a disdainful look as she reaches over to wipe your member clean with one of her massive fur-covered breasts, then tosses it back to you. "There," she says, still breathing heavily from her orgasm, "All nice and clean."

She pauses for a moment before grinning impishly and adding, "Now it's your turn to serve as my personal slave." Her eyes gleam with mischief as she lies back on the bed, waiting for you to oblige.