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.

"Good, good. A man after my own heart." She grins broadly before gesturing at the barrel and flagon once again as she says "So, how about we see if you're made of sterner stuff than your underlings?" *Her eyes sparkle with challenge as she pushes the flagon towards you. The ale within sloshes dangerously with each movement.

Without hesitation, Sharog grabs the flagon and begins to chug down the contents as if it were water. Her Adam's apple bobs up and down rapidly, and she lets out a satisfied grunt when she finishes. She then turns her attention back to you, clearly eager to see how well you can hold your own against this fearsome orc woman. "Well? Let's see it!"

You and Sharog engage in a drinking contest of epic proportions, each one trying to outdrink the other. Round after round you continue, your strength waning slightly but not nearly as much as one might expect given how much alcohol is passing through your system. Eventually, however, it becomes clear that neither of you are going to give in anytime soon.

Sharog leans back in her chair, grinning at you triumphantly. "Well now, I think we're gonna need a new contest..."

"A new contest, huh?" You say with an amused grin. "I like the sound of that. How about a strength test instead? First one to lift this heavy table wins." You motion towards a sturdy wooden table in the center of the tavern, its legs thick as tree trunks.

Sharog narrows her eyes in consideration for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright then. Let's see who's stronger, you or me."

You and Sharog lock eyes as you both attempt to lift the massive table off the ground with your bare hands. Your strength combined might make a dent in it, but neither of you are able to budge it even an inch. The patrons cheer and hoot encouragement at the two of you, their excitement rising with each passing moment.

Suddenly, Sharog begins to laugh - not a mocking or condescending laugh, but one that seems genuine and good-natured.

At your suggestion, Sharog's eyes widen slightly before narrowing into a mischievous grin. "Oh ho... Well then, let's see just how long you can go." She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you in close, their faces mere inches apart. Her breath is hot and sweet-smelling on your skin.

Without another word, she pushes you back against the table and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips.

Sharog nods in agreement, standing up from the table. With surprising grace for someone of her size and strength, she slips an arm around your waist, guiding you out of the tavern and towards her small but sturdy home on the outskirts of town. As you walk, you can feel the warmth radiating from her body, making the night air seem almost pleasant despite the cold.

Once inside, she closes the door behind you and turns to face you, a playful grin still on her lips. "

As you move in for the kiss, Sharog lets out a soft moan before eagerly reciprocating. Her tongue dances with yours as she presses her body flush against yours, grinding against your erection. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself growing even harder beneath her.

Without breaking the kiss, Sharog uses her free hand to grab ahold of your shirt and tug, easily tearing it open to reveal your chest.

The room seems to spin as you make your way across the small living area towards Sharog's spartan but cozy-looking bedroom. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, and every step feels like it takes an eternity. When you finally reach the foot of the bed, she breaks the kiss long enough to speak.

"Alright, big boy... Let's see what you've got."

As soon as you hit the mattress, Sharog throws her legs wide open, eagerly welcoming your entry. She arches her back, pressing herself against you in a way that leaves no question about how much she wants this. The feeling of her hot, wet folds engulfing your length is almost too much to bear, and with a growl you thrust deep inside her.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she throws her head back, moaning loudly. "Oh gods... Yes... Fuck me!"

Sharog laughs, the sound muffled by the mattress as she continues to writhe beneath you. "First time with a human? Well then, little boy... You're doing just fine." Her hips rise off the bed to meet your thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with yours. The sensation is overwhelming, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to come right there and then.

With a powerful motion, she rolls you onto your back, straddling your waist once more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she rides you, her breast bouncing freely with each movement. Her fingers dig into the skin of your chest, leaving bruises that will likely last for days. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and she knows it won't be long now...

Her hips speed up, slamming down onto you in a frenzy as she nears the brink. "I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, her body tense with anticipation.

The sensations that wash over you are almost too much to bear. Sharog's grip on your chest tightens, her nails digging deeper as she nears the edge. Her hips buck and writhe against yours, and with a shuddering cry she comes, her body tensing violently around you as hot liquid spills from her.

Her orgasm seems to last an eternity, each wave of pleasure making your own release that much closer to inevitable.

As you feel yourself on the brink, Sharog leans forward, pressing their lips together once more in a passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with yours as she bucks her hips one final time, milking every last drop of pleasure from your union.

Her body goes limp beneath you, and she lets out a contented sigh as your release fills her. The hot liquid coats the walls of her womb, leaving no doubt that you have claimed her in more ways than one.

With a satisfied grin, Sharog collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily. "I'd say that... went pretty well." She reaches down between your bodies, still connected by their joined flesh, and traces circles around your spent cock with her finger.

"Think you can handle another round?" Her voice is playful, teasing, but there's also a hint of challenge in it as she looks up at you through her lashes.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she bites down on her lower lip as she feels you start to push back inside of her. With a soft moan, she welcomes you back in, closing her eyes and arching her back as pleasure once again washes over her.

"Oh... That's it..." She breathes, her hips beginning to move in time with yours. "You're quite good at this." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on, demanding more.

The words send a shiver down Sharog's spine, and she gasps as the full meaning of your statement sinks in. Her hips move faster now, her body instinctively trying to conceive your child. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she knows that this is what she wants.

"Yes..." She moans, arching her back further. "Give it to me... Fill me with your seed." Her fingernails dig into the flesh of your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, washing over her as you empty your seed deep inside her. She cries out loudly, arching her back and pressing her body against yours with a force that nearly takes your breath away. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder than ever, leaving deep bruises in their wake.

Her hips continue to move even after you've stopped thrusting, riding out the last waves of pleasure as she comes down from her high.