[F4ApM][Discord] Have you ever asked a random woman in the forest to bear your children?
Heat lightning raced across the distant clouds in the hazy night, illuminating their huge, tumultuous forms as they thundered over the plains.
*The steeds of the old gods*, the orc had told her once, *gods that only have names in the speech of orcs.* They were vivid and primal, these old gods, restless and hungry, much like the ones that worshipped them. He had promised to teach her more about them under one condition, a condition that her mind had long labored under this past winter, haunting her every step like a heavy, sullen raincloud.
As she stood outside her small hut watching the storms roll past, Hera knew she had already made her choice in her heart; now all that was left for her to do was wait.
Like she had manifested him with her thoughts, he broke from the underbrush and then the tree line, his broad shape just as huge and formidable as she remembered. There was no danger for her in the orc chieftain, though, naught except for her sanity.
He was still wet from his bath in the river -- from making himself ready to enter her sacred space, cleansing himself -- and the sight of water rolling off his skin made her thirst. It had been a dreadful, slogging winter, and this first glimpse of him made something inside her quicken with the promise of spring and so much more.
He approached her home with long, sure strides, not even bothering to stop as he spread his mountainous arms and grabbed her up, wrapping them against the small of her back and her rear to hold her high as he spun her slowly, his pale, unevenly colored eyes feasting on the sight of her, consuming her. Skyla’s breath caught at the intensity of his gaze, his eyes as bright as jewels in his blunt face, intelligent and discerning as much as they were fierce and wild.
“Woman, you have lost weight,” his voice was like thunder vibrating against her thighs and hips, “did I not fill your larders to bursting with good meat?” He demanded, his stare unrelenting as her hands descended to his thick shoulders. He held her as if she were nothing but a mild inconvenience, supporting her with a slightly arched back so he could peer up into her face and so she could harken to him.
“You did.” That he recalled how much she had weighed last time he’d lifted her did not surprise her anymore. He had a shrewd, calculating mind.
“I will make you fat again,” the chieftain pledged, and let her slip slightly so he could carry her in through the threshold of her hut, his booted steps heavy on her wooden floor.
“You smell of weak men,” his upper lip curled over his dangerous teeth, his eyes flashing as he lowered her to the floor, “tell me of them.” Hera flushed as her feet hit the floor, his hands dragging slow over her sides and back, wide and catching at the laces of her stays, which he began pulling free with practiced fingers.
“There were not many,” she began, “only three. Travelers.” She informed him with a soft breath as he turned her away from him to better perform this task. Her stays fell to the floor seconds later, her tunic being pulled up by greedy orc hands before she could blink. She let him undress her, because the sooner his broad hands were on her naked skin, the better. It had been a long winter.
“They did not make you cum. You gave them your hearth and your body and they could not even do this small thing.” He observed with distaste in his voice as he cast aside the heavy wool of her tunic, revealing her torso to the air before his hands slid to her hips and untied her skirts without ceremony. It never failed to astonish her how blithely he could speak of such things, but that was how orcs worked. Stepping back from her, the enormous orc let his hands descend to the buckle and ties that held his belt around his hips, letting it fall with the dull \\\*thud\\\* of hide and metal on wood before he kicked his boots off as well and stood naked before her.
There was no shame in her, nor any in him as they stood and looked at each other, feasting with hungry eyes. He had divested her of any shame long ago, instilling in her in no uncertain terms that she could never hide from him, nor could her form ever not make him want her.
“Say it.” His growl swept over her and made her exposed nipples harden.
“They did not make me cum, no.” She told him in a murmur, and his large hand closed gently around her throat the next moment, his fingers gripping her chin as he pressed forward. Slowly, he walked her back toward the cot she called her own in her one-room cabin, his eyes piercing and on her face as he forced her eyes to remain on his. Then, his hands were on her thighs, lifting her and spreading her legs around him as he laid her back onto the furs he himself had gifted her. Mounting the bed, he came down over her.
“No, because they only want to hump and fill you with their piddling seed.” His hands drifted over her bared body as he spoke to her, his claws retracted and his many callouses scraping delightfully at her sensitive skin. The reverence in his touch was unmistakable, as was the softening of his gaze.
“Will you leave this place and come with me now? Will you join me, and ride with me, be my council,” there it was, the question she knew had been coming, and he leaned down over her, dragging his nose down her throat to the valley between her breasts, “bear me cunning, powerful sons.” His hands paused on her wide hips as he inhaled her, filling his lungs with the scent of her and a noise like a great horse breathing.
“I cannot bear your sons.” The witch corrected in a breath, and if her voice was filled with regret, she didn’t realize it.
The orc’s odd eyes flicked up to her face, a twinkle of mirth shining in their lustrous depths. He moved lower, dragging his lips and nose across her skin, letting the edges of his teeth leave soft red welts in her pale, tender flesh. Over the heaving of her ribs to her belly, where he dipped his thick tongue into the divot of her belly button, drawing a shuddering breath from her. It was by far the least scandalous thing he had ever done -- once, on a determined and wicked whim, he had licked every last inch of her, tasting her everywhere until she’d been a trembling, whimpering mess.
Abruptly, the orc buried his nose deep between her thighs, pressing his face into the soft pout of her cunt, into the dark curls there, and the deep sounds of his lungs filling reached her again. For a while, it was only that and the sound of her soft breaths, coupled soon with his low growling. His hands held her thighs wide with her knees bent to either side of his head, leaving her core open and exposed to him, the way he liked it.
“Again, you lie, witch. These men with their limp cocks and their weak seed cannot fill your empty womb.” He proclaimed in a low, throaty rumble, his eyes lifting to look her in the face unabashedly, a silent promise in them: *he* could. This orc chieftain could make her fat and round with his get, and had sworn to do so many times if she only allowed it.
“Just like they cannot make you cum.” His growl was dangerously low as he opened his mouth and closed it over her cunt, dragging his tongue through her slit, hot and slick. Hera’s partial groan of pleasure was guttural as her head fell back, coming from a place deep in her that had lain dormant, untouched, all winter. This orc made her make \*shameful\* sounds, sounds no woman should ever make with her lover should she wish to remain dignified, but he delighted in dragging them from her like it was his sole purpose to debase her and turn her into a heaving, wild creature of pleasure.
Fucking should be ugly, he had told her once, a woman should be red and slick with sweat and crying from pleasure when it was said and done. At least, in his not-so-humble opinion and that of his orcs.
Slowly, he teased his tongue up the blossoming opening of her slit until he could work it in against that throbbing, swollen bud that was her clit. At her gratuitous moan, he pressed his face in hard and ground the thick appendage against her there, making her hips buck and press as he held her wide open, unable to escape his attention.
“Men do not concern themselves with this,” he intoned, flicking the tip of his wicked tongue against her clit in emphasis, “but orcs do.”
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Hi Reddit! I'm Hex and I'm 33. I'd prefer an older partner for this, so if you're 25+, you go to the front of the line.
Forgive the slightly sloppy presentation of the prompt, it was something I threw together in a fit of excitement. As you can see, this sort of revolves around two characters that are already quite familiar with one another. I already have a general idea of the one I'll be writing, but yours? Well, the sky's the limit! He doesn't even have to be an orc if you don't feel strongly about it, and I'd also love to try this with multiple male characters if you're up to it!
This roleplay will contain lots of themes centering around impregnation and pregnancy, along with fertility play. I know this can be a tricky thing to write, and so I'm looking for advanced writers with strong storytelling skills. I write in 3rd person, past tense, and I like the same from my partners.
I love the idea of your character's culture revolving just as much around sex, pleasure, and other hedonistic tendencies as it does martial prowess. The concept of women being held in high esteem for their capacity to experience intense pleasure as well as creating life really tickles my fancy, and in that vein, I would love for a good chunk of our writing to be an exploration of attraction and adoration regarding said pregnancies. TLDR: I'd like your boy to be utterly feral for my girl as she carries his sons.
Kinks for this will include but aren't limited to: romance, culture clash, public sex, group sex, restraints, possessiveness, impreg, pregnancy, breeding, lactation, D/s dynamics, messy sex, size difference, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, oral (giving and RECEIVING ♥️♥️♥️), monster/alien partners, erotic birth, etc.
I am adding a brief disclaimer that \*if there is zero communication from you for 24 hours with no prior notice, I will assume you have abandoned the roleplay and remove you from my friend list, as well as deleting any server we have created.\*
Anyway, if this sparks joy, please DM me with a brief introduction and an idea you like for this! 💜