[F4M] (playing multiple men) The only human woman in an all male orc camp
The light shines through the hut's open window, scrunching up my eyes as I slept. Turning away from the bothersome morning rays, my body reminds me of last night's events as the soreness of my bum and the phantom feeling of having something inside me starts to tickle my consciousness. Then came the thick scent of sweat filling the room, then the damp spots along the animal furs I was nestled upon, and by that point I was fully awake. Sharp axes and spears are hurriedly tossed along the walls were one of the first sights when I slowly opened my eyes. A sight that would scare any human woman in such a situation, but only felt mildly surprising when I remembered what led to such a rush. Wooden trinkets, rings, and tooth necklaces were beside the bed surrounded by animal furs. The room was empty, yet you could still feel the mild vibrations along the ground from the stomping of the orcs outside, their grunts or calls just as loud.
It's been a month since I was kidnapped and taken to this camp. All because of a dumb foraging trip my good-for-nothing husband planned for us far away from our village. Not only did he get the location wrong in the map, but he led us to a lake being used by orcs. When they spotted us, I froze in fear. My husband, on the other hand, turned and bolted like a coward before I even realized it. The memory seared into my head, repeating the image of him running with his tail between his legs, not once looking back to see if I was even following him. He probably thinks I'm dead.
But I'm not. The gods deemed it fit to spare me, or rather condemn me to a new life. When I was brought to their camp, it didn't seem like the orcs themselves were particularly keen on murder and rampage. If anything, they seemed rather isolated from other races in general, living in the far edge of the western forest and hunting wildlife most of the day. The only thing that made my role extremely apparent was the lack of female orcs, or any female in general, in the entire camp.
Horror was my first thought about the whole ordeal, knowing I'd never go back to my old life. The thought that I'd never see my boring old village again, continue my grueling life of a miller, never hear a word from my pathetic coward of a husband... it didn't sting as much as I thought it would. And silver linings started to show here and there. Sure, I lost a lot of the basic commodities I was used to in my human life, but I'm invited to enjoy the spoils of their hunts, am always well fed, and always have a warm bed to sleep on every night, even if it's rarely ever the same bed.
And then there's the sex. The first time it was terrifyingly intense. The massive size difference compared to a human, their sky-scraping frame, I thought they would break me just by entering me. Maybe it was the alcohol they fed me before the event, or maybe I was still reeling from the heart-break of being abandoned by my husband, but a part of me craved to be broken by them. That night was a mind-bending experience that felt like a blur. I couldn't focus on which orc was inside me or how deep they were pushing into me. I lost count of how many times I came, and and how many orcs came inside me. But I recall the surprise in their eyes from how badly I wanted it. By the end of it, I felt like my body had been ripped open, covered in fluids both inside and out, and the camp itself was spinning. But even more surprising I was their tenderness as they tended to my body with healing ointments, a warm bath, and a night's rest.
Since then, I acclimated nicely to the new lifestyle as I slowly started to feel some kind of sick belonging, especially when compared to my old life. Even darker, it opened my eyes to how truly insatiable I could be, a feeling I never experienced with any of my past lovers. They all had so much energy to go for hours. While several orcs would go hunting, I'd be used by those who stayed at camp. Then the return from the hunt would lead to an explosive collage of huge green bodies all over me and deep inside me just before the big nightly feast by the campfire. Once I revealed my enthusiasm with my mouth for the first time, they were more than eager to have me taste them all over. Every corner of their body, every nook and crevasse was tantalizing to my taste buds. Every new interaction or kinky curiosity they'd bring slowly broke apart any semblance of shame I had towards my own sexuality. My confidence grew enough to walk naked along the camp on occasion when I really wanted some attention.
It only took a month for them to trust me enough to leave me unsupervised like this. After all, it's not like I have a reason to run anymore. Instead, I cleaned myself up from last night's events, adorned myself with the cloth robe they gifted me, painted my face with the symbols I was taught to mark myself as their zealot, and let the excitement of what the day had in store take hold as I walked out of the hut.
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Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed me setting the scene. This follows a kinky fantasy I've had for a long time, of being the only woman in a camp full of musky male orcs of different shapes and sizes (all of them way bigger than a human) who lust after me on a daily (or even hourly) basis.
My character is Lysa, a young woman in her 20's who lived in a small windmill village where everyone knows each other, you're fated to work in your father's job for life, and you're pressured into marrying the annoying kid you grew up with. Such was her fate, with fleeting happiness as the dissatisfaction with her life slowly seeped into her core enough that she eventually welcomed being ripped out of it. And welcomed the perverted depravity that came after her heartbreak. She has raven hair, a brown visage from both her mother and the years toiling out in the sun, dark brown eyes, a curvy nose with a light slant near the top, full cheeks enough to dimple, and full lips. Her hands were littered with scarred cuts from dressing stones for the mill, and her years of hard work blessed her with a healthy mix of fat and muscle that adorned her body in all the right places.. although her new diet and sedentary life likely added a few pounds.
If you want to do a quick and dirty RP without all the world-building, then you can skip down to the kinks and limits before messaging me and see if we click. If you want something a bit more long-term with several orc characters, then keep reading!
My prompt is more vague on the orcs since I'd prefer to leave their appearance, culture, and personality to you. I'm just as content having the orcs treat me with respect and offering a more passionate kind of sex, as I am having them treat me as an object of their pleasure that they can use as rough as they like. So you can decide whether they go one way or the other, or a mix of both. You could either focus on two or three orc characters out of the tribe that I build the relationship with, or make up a different encounter with a different orc every time. Here are a few examples of timelines I've fantasized about with this scenario:
- Although the orcs don't treat me as an equal, they show me respect after seeing my enthusiasm to please, causing me to build a relationship with the camp and deepen our bond, despite my sexual duties.
- My insatiable desire causes them to revere me as a religious figure and I'm worshiped and revered for my sexual talents. I'm treated with upmost royalty, my body adored by their eyes and mouths, their spirits healed when they enter me, and my soul more than eager to bless each and every one of them.
- I'm nothing but a human pet to the orcs that they can empty themselves in. Sure, I get meals and a bed, and I'm treated with the love and care you would a house pet. But any orc won't think twice about bending me over, pulling their loin cloth to the side, and taking me at any given moment when the urge hits.
Fair warning I'm not into too much cruelty. I do like some humiliation when it comes to pet play and exhibitionism, but not when things gets hateful and misogynistic. These orcs might think of humans as pets, but not as disposable slaves. I also would like this to be consensual, even if there is a hint of dub-con to it.
Kinks I want in this RP: public sex, group sex, orcs to be twice my size en every way (with enough strength to whisk me off my feet with barely a hand), size difference, oral sex of all kinds, full body worship (mostly giving, but also enjoy receiving)
Optional kinks that really get me going: ass worship and rimjobs (giving much more than receiving. Please sit on my face), exhibitionism, breast play, hair pulling, anal sex, genital worship (giving and receiving), sweat, musk, massive cocks, lots of cum, belly inflation, watersports, aftercare.
Extreme optional kinks I can find quite enjoyable with some added fiction: heavy stomach distension, all the way through, slapping/punching, breast expansion, pregnancy / orgasmic birth, toilet
Limits: Hateful humiliation and cruelty, gore, death, heavy bdsm,