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."

You catch the orc off guard with your invitation to compete in a more intimate setting. Her brow furrows for a moment before her expression shifts from surprise to amusement, and then back again as she chuckles loudly. "Well now," she says between laughs, "I didn't expect that."

She leans in closer, lowering her voice even though it still carries easily through the tavern. "I suppose if we must continue this... competition, I might just accept your offer."

The two of you leave the noisy tavern behind and make your way to your quarters, Sharog's massive frame filling the hallway as she leads the way. Once inside your bedroom, she closes the door with a resounding thud before turning to face you. Her eyes travel up and down your body appreciatively before she grins once more.

"Alright then, champion," she says in a sultry voice, "Let's see who can drink the other one under the table."

The competition continues as you and Sharog begin to engage in an alcohol-fueled battle of endurance. She paces around your bedroom, her massive frame swaying with each step, while you remain stationary on the bed, eagerly watching her every move. The orc seems to enjoy the challenge, taunting and teasing you with glances over her shoulder as she circles around the room.

"You know," she says between gulps of ale, "

"This could go on for quite some time." Her words are slurred, but she manages to maintain an air of confidence nonetheless. She pauses mid-step and turns back toward you, her expression suddenly serious. "Or... we could just agree that I'm the winner now and move on to other things..."

Hearing your offer, Sharog's eyes widen and her lips part in surprise. She takes a moment to process your words before letting out a throaty laugh that echoes through the room. "Oh, I see," she says once she has calmed down, grinning deviously at you over her shoulder.

"Well then, champion, if you insist..." She walks slowly toward the bed, her movements purposeful and deliberate.

Sharog climbs onto the bed beside you, her massive frame dwarfing yours as she leans in close. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "I suppose... I could let you win." She reaches out and places a meaty hand on your chest, pushing you gently back onto the pillows.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sharog crawls over you until she is straddling your waist. Her weight presses down on you, but it's not unpleasant;

The orc chuckles and leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest as she brings her face close to yours. "Well," she says with a sly grin, "You're right about that. And I never back down from a challenge." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But sometimes... it's more fun to let the other person win."

Her hand finds its way to your crotch, massaging you through your trousers. "And sometimes," she adds with a wink, "

"Sometimes... it's just more satisfying to give them what they want." She gives your member a firm squeeze, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. Her grin widens as she realizes she has complete control over the situation and your reactions.

With practiced ease, Sharog undoes her thick leather belt and tosses it aside before reaching around to unclasp her armor.

Stripped down to nothing but her undergarments, the orc reveals an impressive array of scars covering her body - a testament to her many battles and adventures. She leans forward again, this time pressing her naked breasts against yours as she continues to tease you with gentle touches and suggestive whispers in your ear.

Her hand moves between your legs, pushing aside your trousers and underwear to reveal your aching erection.

Her body tensing momentarily at the sensation of your lips trailing over her scars, Sharog lets out a soft moan before relaxing back into the embrace. "Yes," she breathes, "They hurt... sometimes." Her words are slurred with alcohol and desire.

"Hmm?" Sharog's thoughts momentarily turn from lust to confusion as she tries to process your words. "Oh," she says with a laugh, "You mean because of my scars? Don't worry about me, human. I've been through worse than this." She leans forward again, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you momentarily breathless.

The words send a shiver down Sharog's spine. She pulls away from the kiss for a moment, her eyes locked on yours as she pants heavily. "You... you really think so?" she asks, sounding surprised by your compliment. A self-deprecating laugh escapes her lips before she leans in again and captures your mouth with hers, this time more roughly, her tongue tangling with yours as she shows her appreciation for the sentiment.

As Sharog's movements become more urgent, it becomes clear that she is nearing climax. She breaks away from your lips again, gasping for air as her nails dig into your shoulders. "F-feels so good..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

Her hips begin to buck against yours faster and harder, grinding against you in a frenzy of pleasure. She arches her back, throwing her head back as she lets out a primal cry that echoes through the room.

The words catch Sharog off guard, but they also serve as a much-needed distraction. Her movements slow down slightly as she regains control of herself and looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "What do you... want me to do?" she pants, her voice thick with desire.

Hearing your request, Sharog's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in determination. She slides her hand down between your bodies and grasps you firmly, guiding you toward her entrance. With a hungry moan, she begins to stroke you in rhythm with her hips, their movements becoming increasingly synchronized as they draw closer to the brink together.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tense and trembling with anticipation. "C-come on,"

she whispers, urging you onward as your movements become more frantic. Her nails dig into your shoulders again, leaving trails of blood in their wake, but neither of you notice or care. All that matters is the sensation of skin on skin, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable intensity.

With a final thrust, Sharog's body arches backward, her eyes rolling up into her head as she cries out in ecstasy.

Her muscles clench tight around you as she orgasms, milking you for all you're worth and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your release is sudden and powerful, hot fluid spurting deep inside her as she continues to quake and shudder with the aftershocks of her climax.

For several long moments, neither of you moves or speaks.

Finally, Sharog lifts herself off of you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She reaches down and wipes the sweat from her brow, looking at you with an almost bashful expression. "Well," she says softly, "I suppose that... settled things." A small laugh escapes her lips before she adds, "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

She reaches out a hand to help you up, smiling warmly as you take it and pull yourself into a sitting position.

A surprised gasp escapes Sharog as your finger brushes against her lips. She parts them eagerly, welcoming the invasion of your digit into her mouth. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, seeking more contact with you inside.

Her other hand finds its way to your shoulder, digging in roughly as she arches her back again, moaning around your finger.

Hearing your command, Sharog obeys without hesitation. She sucks eagerly on your finger, her tongue swirling around it as she moans and bucks her hips against you in time with the friction created by your movements inside her. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you still as she deepens the suction on your digit.

Her body tenses as you release inside her once more. This time, the hot spurt of seed hits her abdomen and chest before trailing down over her breasts and finally splattering across her face. She cries out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly as she comes apart around you one last time.

Panting heavily, Sharog pulls your finger free of her mouth and collapses back onto the bed, spent but still craving more. "You... you're impossible,"

Her laughter fills the room as she rolls onto her side to face you, propping herself up on one elbow. "Oh really?" she asks coyly, running a finger through the semen still dripping from her lips and chin. "And what makes me so sexy?" Her voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

She pauses for a moment, studying your expression before adding with a mischievous grin, "Or are you just saying that because I let you win?"

Her cheeks flush at your words, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. "Well... thank you," she says softly, ducking her head shyly before looking back up at you with a small smile. She leans in closer, brushing a strand of messy hair from your forehead.

"You know, I might not have let you win if it wasn't for... well, everything we did before." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any hint of what she could mean.

"

A pleased hum escapes her lips at your compliment. "Well then," she says with a grin, "I suppose that means we're even now, doesn't it?" She reaches out and traces another pattern on your chest with her fingertip, watching you intently for your reaction.

"So... what do you say? Want to keep playing until one of us is really in the lead?" Her voice is teasing again, but there's an undeniable hint of genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

"Of course," Sharog says with a nod, sitting up a little straighter and leaning closer to you. "What did you have in mind?" Her expression is open and curious as she waits for you to speak.

His words catch her off guard, but she quickly recovers and smirks. "Oh, I see where this is going," she says with a nod, lowering herself down between your legs. Her hands find their way to your hips, holding you steady as she takes her time exploring your body with her mouth and tongue.

"As for how long I'll be here," she pauses to suckle at one of your nipples before continuing, "

Well, that really depends on you." Her fingers begin to slide between your legs again, massaging and teasing as her lips and tongue continue their assault on your sensitive flesh. "If you're very good," she whispers against your skin, "I might stay for quite some time."

Her movements grow more urgent now, seeking the pleasure that only your body can give her as she works toward another climax.

Hmm?" Sharog looks up at you with a quizzical expression before dutifully sitting on the edge of the bed. "What do you have in mind, human?" she asks, her voice breathless from exertion.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lower yourself between her legs. A gasp escapes her lips as you begin to lavish attention on her most sensitive spot, your tongue dancing expertly over her folds. Her hands find purchase in your hair, guiding and urging you deeper into her body with each stroke of your tongue.

"Mmm..." she moans, arching her back off the bed as pleasure ripples through her. "Yes... I think... yes, tomorrow sounds lovely."

She pauses for a moment, her body tense as she focuses on the sensations you're creating. "Hmm?" she asks, confused by your question. "Oh... yes, this is all I have," she says with a shrug, not seeming to mind in the least.

Her fingers find their way into your hair again, tangling in the soft locks as she arches her back off the bed, seeking more of your attentions.

"Mmm..." Her voice is rough with desire as you begin to explore her backside. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure through her body, making her writhe and moan on the bed. "Oh god... yes," she gasps, arching further back into your touch.

Her thoughts spin wildly as she imagines you dressed in a finely tailored suit, watching her from across some grand ballroom while she wears nothing but a delicate lace dress that shows off every curve of her body.

With a sharp intake of breath, Sharog comes undone, crying out as her body is wracked by waves of pleasure. Her muscles clench tight around your fingers and tongue, milking every last drop of sensation from you before finally relaxing again.

For several long moments, she remains still, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. Finally, she pushes herself up onto shaky legs and turns to face you, a smile playing on her lips. "Well," she says softly, "

That was... quite something." Her eyes travel down your body, taking in the sight of you kneeling between her spread legs. There's an undeniable spark in her gaze now, and she leans forward to whisper against your ear, "Why don't we find out what else we can do together before I head back home?"

Her fingers slip between your legs once more, seeking the heat and wetness that only arousal can create.

Her laughter fills the room, warm and genuine. "Oh, you're such a romantic," she teases, her fingers moving faster now as she brings you closer to the edge once more. "But seriously... I don't know if that would be such a good idea. There are rules against that sort of thing in my order." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wink, "Besides, I kind of like being a free agent right now."

Her eyebrow arches in interest. "Oh?" she says cautiously, her fingers slowing their pace slightly as she looks up at you with curiosity and perhaps a hint of suspicion. "And what sort of favor did you have in mind?"

There's the briefest of pauses before she continues, her voice lowered to a husky whisper, "Just tell me, sweetheart."

A slow smile spreads across Sharog's lips as she listens to your request. Her fingers resume their pace, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more. "Well," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose I could do that." She pauses for effect before leaning in close enough to whisper against your ear, "

Just promise me you'll come find me tomorrow night. Okay?" Her hips begin to move in time with her fingers now, grinding against you as she draws out the pleasure for both of you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body trembling with anticipation as she nears climax once more. With a sharp cry, Sharog's body arches backward and tenses, her muscles clenching tightly around your fingers and cock as she releases in a powerful orgasm.

Hmm?" Sharog says with a confused frown, her breathing still ragged from the pleasure of her climax. "What's that?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she quickly recovers and laughs heartily. "Well," she says between giggles, "I suppose that's one way to make sure I remember you." She leans forward and kisses you gently on the lips before sitting back up, her movements slowing down now that the intensity of pleasure has subsided.

"So, where should I find you tomorrow night?" she asks with a playful grin, reaching down to help you stand up. "Someplace special?"

Her laughter follows you as she helps you to your feet. "Well then," she says with a wink, "I'll just have to keep my options open, won't I?" She steps forward and presses her body against yours, her breasts flush against your chest. "Until tomorrow night, sweetheart."

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless when she finally pulls away.

Her cheeks flush at your words, and for a moment she looks like she might protest. But then her shoulders relax, and she lets out a soft laugh. "I suppose that's fair," she says with a shrug. "Just... try not to get it too messy."

With one final smile, Sharog turns and walks nimbly out of the room, leaving you alone to wonder what tomorrow night will bring.

Her laughter echoes through the hallway as she disappears around a corner, leaving you with a warm glow in your chest and the lingering scent of sex and sweat in the air. Tomorrow night can't come soon enough.

As the hours slowly tick by, Sharog paces her room, unable to stop thinking about her encounter with the human earlier today. The feel of his touch, the taste of him on her lips and tongue... it all seems so vivid in her mind. She can't help but wonder what he's doing right now; if he's masturbating with her underwear like she suggested, or if he's simply waiting patiently for tomorrow night to arrive. Mientras tanto, Sharing recuerda que tiene la ropa interior llena de semen, del humano

su olor y sus manos. A pesar de ser parte de su orden y estar destinada a guardarlo en un santuario, no puede evitar imaginar las cosas que podrían hacer con ella ahora que es suya. Ella lo ha ganado, después de todo; el humano no podría haber ganado, incluso si hubiese jugado limpio. Procede a inhalar el aroma del humano en los boxers que éste le prestó

Ella se arrodilla en la cama y extiende los brazos, deleitándose en la sensación de estar envuelta en su olor. Sus dedos se deslizan entre sus labios, acarician su clítoris y buscan el contacto con su cuerpo interno que tanto anhela.

Por fin, no puede más; decide darse un placer antes de pasar una buena noche de sueño. Su cuerpo se tensa y ella gime al liberar el orgasmo, imaginando que es el humano la está penetrando profundamente con su lengua y sus dedos.

Cuando por fin recupera la compostura, Sharog se recuesta en las almohadas y sonríe por la noche que acaba de pasar.

El día siguiente, Sharog desayuna rápidamente antes de ir a su trabajo diario en el pueblo. Su cuerpo todavía siente los efectos del orgasmo de la noche anterior y está ansioso por volver a ver al humano. El tiempo transcurre con lentitud, pero por fin termina y ella regresa a casa, lista para cumplir su promesa.

Apenas puede contener la excitación cuando toca el timbre de su puerta. Es él; el humano que ha cambiado su vida con solo una partida. Su corazón late desbocado en su pecho y no puede esperar a verlo otra vez, a sentir sus manos en ella, a oler su piel.

Cuando la puerta se abre, Sharog ve al humano con una sonrisa en su rostro y un brillo en sus ojos que le duele y le emociona a la vez. "Hola," él le dice con voz ronca. "Gracias por venir."

Sharog responde con una risotada y coge la mano del humano, tirándole de ella suavemente hacia atrás a su habitación. Es tarde;

su familia duerme y nadie les molestará aquí esta noche. Ella apaga las luces en el pasillo y cierra la puerta de la habitación con delicadeza, dejando a ella y al humano a oscuras pero para bien.

Se vuelve hacia él cuando oye que se acerca; sus manos buscan el cuerpo del humano y lo toca, sintiendo su calor y su fuerza.

Puede ser que no esté tan lejos de la verdad, piensa Sharog mientras siente sus manos en su piel. "Esas cosas estaban muy sucias cuando me las quité... pensé que te gustaría que me las guardara como recuerdo."

Su respiración se hace más profunda y rápida cuando el humano la agarra del cabello y empuja su cara hacia la suya.

Por un momento, Sharog se siente desconcertada por la mirada del humano. No está segura si está enfadado o si solo trata de sacarle provecho de la situación. Entonces recuerda las promesas que hicieron ayer y el recuerdo de su cuerpo desnudo bajo ella, y decide darle una oportunidad.

Sonríe un poquito y dice en voz baja: "Vamos a ver eso."

Ella se acerca lentamente al rincón donde se encuentran sus bragas, todavía cubiertas de su vello púbico y marcadas por la presión del humano en ellas. Está emocionada y asustada a la vez; no está segura de qué va a decir o hacer cuando llegue al final de este viaje.

Con una determinación renovada, Sharog se arrodilla y recoge sus bragas con las manos temblorosas.

Pasa un rato tenso mientras ella los revisa, pero el humano se mantiene firme alrededor de su cuello, incapaz de moverse sin provocar una reacción en ella. Al final, decide no decir nada más y solo mirarla a los ojos.

"Vale," dice con voz ronca, "ya he visto todo lo que necesitabas."

Eso es precisamente lo que Sharog pensaba. Ella sonríe y se siente aliviada al saber que el humano no está enfadado con ella. "Gracias," dice, "Estoy segura de que elegiré algo hermoso."

Se levanta y se acerca lentamente al humano, aún con cautela pero decidida a demostrarle su confianza.

El impacto de la nalgada en sus partes sensibles provoca un grito involuntario de placer y sorpresa. El humano la agarra del cabello, empujándola hacia atrás para mirarlo a los ojos. "¿Qué es eso?" pregunta con una sonrisa en la voz.

Sharog respira profundamente, todavía sintiendo la presión de su mano en su cuello. "Es... es solo que me gustan tus juegos,"

mentira con un susurro. Le gustaría decirle que realmente, lo que necesita es que ella juegue con él; que se enfrenten a este juego juntos, no que ella sea su juguete. Pero el momento no parece ser el adecuado y decide callarse por ahora.

Sus manos se mueven por iniciativa propia, buscando el contacto con la piel del humano, queriendo sentir su calor otra vez.

Ella sigue al lado del humano, permitiéndole seguir frotando su nalga mientras caminan por las calles llenas de personas. Aunque algunos les lanzan miradas curiosas, Sharog no se siente avergonzada. De hecho, le encanta ser vista así, como si fuera propiedad del hombre que acaba de cambiar su vida.

Mientras camina, Sharog se da cuenta de que ha empezado a disfrutar de esta nueva forma de relacionarse con el mundo.