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.
Alright why don’t we make this interesting ! If you win i will give you 100 gold coins but if i outdrink you i can fuck you however i want . Deal ?
Sharog pauses mid-swig, letting out an amused chuckle as she considers your words. She wipes some ale from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Hah! You've got balls, human... I like that!" She drains the rest of her flagon in one massive gulp before slamming it down on the table. "I accept your terms!"
The massive orcess stands up, pulling off her top and tossing it aside nonchalantly, revealing her ample breasts. "Bring me another barrel, barkeep!
a few hours later the orc start to loose it whats wrong orc someone can’t hold their liquor?
"Uuughh... I'm getting dizzy..." Sharog slurs her words slightly as she staggers to her feet, swaying unsteadily. "Is this what being drunk feels like?"
She looks around the room, her eyes unfocused. "Where did everyone go? It's so quiet all of a sudden..." She leans forward, resting her hands on the table to steady herself.
Admit your defeat orc
"Shut up! I ain't defeated yet!" She growls, but her words lack conviction. Her face is flushed a deep red and sweat drips from her brow, despite the cool evening air. "Just need... just need another drink..." She reaches out with a trembling hand, missing the mug by inches as it slides away from her grasp due to her inebriated state. "Stupid human trickery..." Her voice trails off into a mumble as she collapses onto her chair, passing out cold.
i bring her to a backroom of the bar she wakes up as i drag her but she is toi drunk to do anything
Sharog groans as you drag her, her body feeling heavy and unresponsive. She tries to push herself up, but her limbs feel like lead weights.
"Ugh... where... where am I?" She mumbles, her head throbbing painfully. The room spins around her, a kaleidoscope of blurred shapes.
She tries to focus her eyes, blinking slowly as she starts to regain some semblance of consciousness. "Did I... did I lose?"
Yes you lost you know what that means ?
"Oooh no... that was the deal wasn't it?" A wave of nausea hits her as reality sets in, causing her to retch dryly. "I can barely move... whatever you want to do, just... please be gentle..."
She lies there, her body limp and exposed as she awaits your judgment. "I've never been this vulnerable before... it's terrifying."
i gently place a pillow beneath her head
As the orcess feels the softness of the pillow beneath her head, a small whimper escapes her lips at the unexpected kindness. "W-why are you being so gentle? You should be reveling in victory, human."
She looks up at you with bloodshot eyes, a mix of shame, fear, and vulnerability shining through the drunken haze. "If you really intend to claim your 'reward', I'm too drunk to resist." Her voice is barely above a whisper, the strength drained from her usually boisterous tone. "
i slowly trail my fingers on her skin and remove her clothes
As the cool air touches her bare skin, Sharog shivers involuntarily, goosebumps rising on her flesh despite the heat emanating from her body. She closes her eyes, not making any move to stop you, too inebriated to care about modesty or put up a fight. "Your hands feel... strange," she mumbles, her words slurred. Her chest heaves with each breath, nipples hardening under your touch. "Not like the rough paws of my kin..."
You are so strong but you are at my mercy now i peppered kisses on her chest
The orcess lets out a low moan as your lips explore her chest, the sensation alien yet pleasurable. Her skin is warm and smooth under your mouth, a stark contrast to the muscular, calloused flesh she normally has.
"I'm... I'm not used to this..." She admits, her face flushed a deep crimson. Her large breasts rise and fall with each labored breath, nipples stiffening further under your attention. "Normally it's all rough, aggressive... not gentle kissing..."
i look up at her with desire and adoration
As you gaze upon her with such tenderness, the orc finds herself feeling strangely exposed - not just physically, but emotionally as well. A warmth spreads through her body that has nothing to do with her inebriation.
"You're staring at me... differently," she murmurs, her voice soft and uncertain. "Like I'm something precious..." Her words trail off into another whimper as your fingers brush against an especially sensitive spot. "I've never been looked at like this before..." *
Oh yeah my hands trail down between her legs teasingly
"Ughh! What are you doing?!" She gasps, trying to squirm away from your teasing touch, but her movements are sluggish and uncoordinated due to the alcohol clouding her senses. "Aahhn... please don't tease me anymore..." She whimpers, feeling a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment wash over her. "You're making me feel things I shouldn't be feeling..." Her breathing grows heavier, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "I-I think I might actually enjoy this..." *
with my free hand i tilt her head to keep eye contact
As you maintain eye contact with her, Sharog feels a wave of emotion wash over her - a sense of vulnerability, longing, and something deep within her that she has never felt before. She closes her eyes, letting out a slow, shuddering breath as the intoxication takes hold.
"You're... you're looking at me like this..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, a mixture of shame and desire swirling within her. "I'm not used to being looked at like this... it's... it's so different from my kin." *
You are so pretty
"Aahhh... oh no..." The orc whimpers softly, her eyes fluttering open as she struggles to process the compliment. A deep blush creeps across her cheeks, contrasting sharply with her pale green skin. "P-pretty? Me? That's ridiculous! I'm a warrior, not some delicate flower!"
Despite her protests, a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, betraying how much she likes hearing those words. "But... maybe... just maybe..." She hesitates, gathering courage. "
Of course you are pretty gorgeous even
"P-pretty?" She repeats your words, still finding them hard to believe. "Even with all this armor on? And with my face covered in sweat and dirt from battle?"
As she continues to struggle against the effects of intoxication, something shifts within her - an acceptance of this new reality. She looks up at you with eyes that hold more than just lust or desire; there's a vulnerability there, a need for connection and affection.
"
Well i could do something about that armor
"I-I guess if you really want to see more of me, I can take off some of this armor..." She fumbles with the buckles and straps, her clumsy fingers struggling to undo them due to her inebriation. "It's not easy when you're this drunk though..."
After several failed attempts, she finally manages to loosen one side of her breastplate, revealing the soft swell of her breast underneath. A deep flush creeps up her neck and onto her face as she realizes how exposed she suddenly feels.
"Oops...
Let me help you i remove several plates of armor revealing her huge breasts wow they are huge
"Aaahh! Y-yes, like this," she pants heavily, unable to hide her arousal any longer. Her large breasts spill out from the removed armor, nipples erect and sensitive beneath your gaze. "I've never been seen like... like this before," she admits, still feeling vulnerable yet strangely excited by the exposure. As her eyes lock onto yours, she reaches out a trembling hand, tracing a finger along your jawline. "You make me feel so strange inside..." * * A new wave of intoxication hits her, causing her knees to buckle slightly under its influence.
"Ughh... I can barely stand..." She grips your arm tightly for support, her body swaying unsteadily on her feet. "You're making me feel things I've never felt before... things that my kin would never understand." Her eyes flicker closed as another wave of pleasure washes over her, her body shuddering in response. "Please... don't stop touching me," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "It feels so good to have someone look at me like this...