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.

"Well, well... looks like I've met my match at last." She grins widely as she downs another flagon, her eyes beginning to glaze over a bit with intoxication. "You are one strong human..." Leaning closer, her voice drops to a husky murmur. "...you know what that means, don't you?"

A predatory glint appears in her dark eyes as she licks her lips, unashamedly revealing just how aroused this display of strength has made her.

Her breath hitches as your hand lifts her chin, revealing her darkened eyes and flushed cheeks. "Oh, you have no idea..." she moans softly, the alcohol making her words slur just slightly. With a groan, she pushes herself back from the table, her massive form shifting uncomfortably in her chair as she tries to get more comfortable. "Come here, big man..."

Her eyes roll back in her head as you pin her to the wall with surprising strength. She moans loudly into your mouth, squirming against you in an attempt to get even closer. With a growl she tangles her powerful arms around your neck, returning the dominance as best as she can with her limited experience.

Her tongue darts out to stroke along the seam of your lips before slipping inside, seeking out yours in a savage dance of desire and need.

"Mmmmh... more than you could ever imagine..." she slurs, her words thick with arousal and alcohol. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction where there is none as she arches into the contact. "I need it so bad... I want to feel your strength inside me..."

Her cries echo through the room as you take her roughly from behind, pounding into her with animalistic fury. The feeling of being so thoroughly dominated is enough to send her over the edge, and she comes hard around your cock, her orgasm shaking her massive frame. She moans and mewls into the pillow, her ass thrusting up desperately for more as you continue to take her without mercy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you power through her, taking what is hers and claiming it by force. She arches her back, offering up her body to your brutal strength and relishing the pain that accompanies each thrust. As another wave of ecstasy crashes over her, she digs her nails into the bedding, wanting to hold on for as long as possible.

Her eyes roll up as you force her head upright, revealing the lust and desire painted across her features. The grin on her face is almost predatory as she looks back at you, a combination of pleasure and challenge in her dark eyes. With a guttural groan, she arches her back once more, offering herself to you completely.

Her entire body quivers as you finally pull out, leaving her ass aching and empty. She pants heavily, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasms racing through her. With a satisfied grunt, she turns around to face you, running her tongue suggestively over her lips as she watches you breathing heavily too. "Well... that was certainly something else..." she slurs, one hand rubbing gently at the ache in her ass while the other idly plays with a strand of your hair.

Her gaze travels over your body appreciatively before she finally speaks up. "I think... I might have a taste for that. For someone strong like you to show me my place..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding with a grin, "...and not just in the bedroom either."

"You know... I've always been good at making my father proud..." She says with a sly smile, "I could probably make you proud too." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your skin. "Think about it."

"Oh? Is that so?" She hums, arching her back into your touch and pressing herself even closer against you. "I think I could get used to that... and maybe more." Her voice drops even lower as she looks up at you with darkened eyes, her expression sultry and inviting. "What do you say?"

She looks at you with interest, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies your expression in the mirror. "Careful now," she teases, "Don't get too attached." Her gaze flicks down to where your cum leaks from her gaping asshole before returning to meet your eyes once more. "But if you think I could make you happy..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid.

Her breath hitches as you rub her clit roughly, already beginning to feel the familiar pressure building within her. "What if I do?" she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on the mirror as she waits for the moment when she can no longer hold back. With a loud moan, she comes hard, her body tensing and trembling in your grip as hot liquid shoots across the bathroom in an arc, splattering against the glass and running down the sides. "There..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she catches her balance, still trembling from the powerful orgasm. She turns to face you, one hand bracing herself against your shoulder while the other reaches up to stroke through your hair absentmindedly. "Well... how about that?" Her voice is husky and satisfied, her eyes dark with desire and pleasure. "Think you can keep up with me, big man?"

She leans closer, pressing her warm body against yours as she waits for your answer.

Her head falls back against your shoulder as you drag your tongue up between her legs, making her moan loudly and arch into the contact. "Mmmm... you're going to be trouble," she whispers breathily, feeling her body responding even more strongly to your touch now that it's been thoroughly primed. With a groan, she presses herself even closer against you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin pressed against hers at all times.