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 eyes widen as you sit down across from her, immediately sensing that you are stronger than she had first assumed. Her face flushes with excitement and embarrassment in equal parts as her body responds to your strength, sending waves of heat through her system. She leans forward slightly, pressing her ample breasts against the table as if unwittingly seeking contact with you. "So," she growls out between clenched teeth, "you think you can handle me?"

Her eyes roll back into her head as you pin her against the wall of your home. She moans and grunts incoherently, her hips thrusting forward as if trying to force herself onto you. "You...you're so strong..." she gasps out between heavy breaths, arching her back to better present her ample breasts to you. Her hands claw at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she tries to maintain some sort of leverage against your overpowering strength.

As you kiss her with such dominance, she can feel herself giving in to the strength and power that exudes from every fiber of your being. Her knees buckle beneath her, but even as she feels herself growing weaker, a surge of adrenaline courses through her body. She moans into your mouth, arching her back further and pushing her breasts harder against you in response to the feeling of helplessness that washes over her.

Her heart races as you dominate her like this, pushing her boundaries and making her body respond in ways she never thought possible. With every kiss and touch, she feels herself giving in more and more to your strength...and liking it even more than she expected. Her hips grind against yours, seeking the connection and release that only you can give her at this moment.

Her lips part slightly, breathing heavily as her eyes search yours, desire burning bright within them. "Yes..." she gasps out, arching her back even further in invitation. "I want...to feel you inside me..." Her hands slide down your shoulders and chest, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly as if it's all that's keeping her from being completely claimed by you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you bend her over and pin her arms behind her back. The position leaves her completely vulnerable to your touch, and she moans loudly as you take control of the situation. Her body tenses up, anticipating the onslaught of pleasure that's about to hit her when you finally enter her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.