Human Prisoner Dommed By Big-Titted Orc [MF, fantasy, monster girls, vaginal, bondage, lactation]

THE STORY THUS FAR: Moonfire is a female Orc warrior whose bosom has grown huge thanks to the magic curse of a rival shaman. In the aftermath of a battle, she captured a human noble for ransom, and travels with him in tow through a mountainous wilderness.

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“I thought you said you were on the outs with your clan,” the bound human said. Liam was slightly on the small side for his kind, maybe around five foot five, with a slim wiry build. He sported dark auburn hair raked casually over brown eyes, capping a short fringe beard. At best, he was maybe in his late twenties. Not much older than Moonfire herself.

The Orcess was a sharp contrast to her prisoner in almost every way. She normally towered over him at six and a half feet in height, boasting brawny muscles and a curvy figure even aside from her immensely augmented bosom. Like all Orcs, she possessed rich green skin, high pointed ears, and small twin tusks jutting out from her lower lip.

They lay under an upended wagon canted at an angle against a giant granite Sunder Wall, sheltering from the raging blizzard just beyond.

“I am,” she said. “My parents caught my brother’s wasting sickness, and died shortly after he did. The tribe shunned me afterward, many thinking I had cursed my family with both disease and rotten luck. But if we get enough of a ransom from you, it might earn me somewhat into their good graces again.” She pursed her lips. “But truthfully, I doubt it.”

“And you get nothing else personal out of it?”

“Of course I’d get a larger share of the money. They aren’t that honorless.”

“And until then, you can also use me as your personal toy while I’m sleeping, right?”

Moonfire started, inhaling sharply. She had masturbated the night before while he slept, cuddling close to him for extra stimulation. “Wait. You… You were awake for that?”

He pulled his lips to the side sardonically. “For enough of it, yeah. It would be hard for a guy not to notice big boobs rubbing against his back, or a woman moaning right next to his ear, even if asleep.”

Moonfire growled, suddenly on her knees and pushing him hard back onto the ground. Her cheeks burned red in humiliation. “Oh yeah! Well, uh, so what? So what if I was using you? If situations were reversed, you would have molested me who knows how many times by now!”

“I would not!” he protested. “I don’t do that sort of thing!”

“Of course you do. It’s what male soldiers do to female prisoners. Especially rich shit heads like you. You think it’s your gods-damned right!”

“Not me!” he insisted. “My mother had me because she was forced. She made me swear a bunch of times I would never do that to any woman. Not ever.”

“Tell me another one, rich man.”

“I swear on the soul of my mother! And that’s not something I ever do lightly.” He looked away, biting his lip. “I don’t have a lot to be proud of in my life. Maybe… maybe not anything. But that I never compromised on.”

She forcibly turned his head back toward her and searched his mahogany eyes. A hardened fire dwelled in his gaze that she had never seen before, his lips set in a granite line.

Was… Was he telling the truth?

That defiant, determined look in Liam’s eye sparked an unexpected heat deep in her core.

On impulse, she bent down and pressed her lips to his. He murmured in surprise, but after a heartbeat, began instinctively kissing back. She shifted her hips over him to straddle his knees, the farthest up she could go on his prone body if she wanted to maintain the kiss.

She broke away, looking down at him. “I–I believe you. So I apologize for using you as I did before,” she said with a soft voice. “That was dishonorable, no matter our situation.”

“It’s okay,” he said breathlessly. “No harm done, I guess.”

The Orcess slowly, deliberately rubbed the underside of her massive tits against the bulge growing in his leggings. She murred softly at the feel of him. “But what about now? Do you want this?”

He blinked rapidly. “Are you seriously suggesting that we…?”

She nodded vigorously, increasing the weight of her ponderous boobs against him. “It won’t change anything between us. You’ll still be my prisoner. But it may make all this a lot more pleasant for both of us.”

He shifted his weight, his bulge rubbing up against her even more. He writhed in pleasure. “In that case… hnnnnmnnn… I have to admit I’ve been dying to see what those ‘new’ tits of yours really feel like.”

The big Orc smiled broadly and bent down for another kiss.

Their tongues wrestled passionately. Liam wasted no time in using his free hand to caress over the Orc’s unnaturally huge mounds. Tentatively at first, as if unsure she still wouldn’t haul back and slug him, and then with much greater confidence.

To Moonfire, his fingertips were rapturous fire. It had felt nice when she had played with her own new boobs, but his touch escalated the sensations to a whole new level entirely. She had to break the kiss to bawl out her escalating delight.

She pushed herself up, quickly stripping off her top layers, unmindful of the cool air compared to the fever building within. Liam’s hand re-engaged with her tit, squeezing and kneading the dangling udder as best he could. His rough callused fingers were nearly lost among the soft sea of green.

She pushed the free tit to his lips. “Suck.”

He hesitated a moment, staring at the mammary faintly glowing with magic light. “Is this safe…?”

“Suck!” she insisted, her voice cracking with lusty desperation.

His lips closed around the oversized nubbin and drew it into his mouth. As he locked his maw around it, he drew out and tasted the musty sweetness of her milk.

Feeling her breast fluid gush onto Liam’s tongue sparked a raging conflagration of ecstasy for the Orc. Both nipples felt afire, every nerve in them crackling with an intense erotic electricity.

In an eye blink, she orgasmed. Her hands suddenly clutched spasmodically at the human’s head, mashing him deep into her mountainous bosom, her whole universe reduced to the subtle imbibing motions of his mouth. Her pussy seemed to explode over and over again all on its own, gushing juices onto her sarong.

Moonfire finally loosened her grip on Liam’s hair. He canted his head to the side, gasping sharply. “Haha, wow! That was great, but let me up for air, okay?”

She shifted back, happy to accommodate him, but still hungry for more. Her fingers hooked into the hem of his trousers and yanked them down his thighs. His prick popped up perpendicular to his body, its reddened flesh straining vertically into the cool air.

Moonfire bent low to study it closer. She had felt horny before in her life, but never like this. The more she examined his hard meat, the more her body was starved- for it in ways she found impossible to describe.

She slipped forward and held her groin directly above his, pulling the short flap of her improvised sarong aside. Her puffy pussy lips freely dripped hot lubrication onto the human’s cock. Liam opened his mouth to speak, but before a single syllable could escape his lips, she slid herself down on him, his comment cut off by his own delirious moan.

His steely sword plunged all the way into her slippery sheath in one stroke, the curly hairs of their pubic mounds meshing together. Moonfire gasped fiercely. She swore she could feel every single little bump and curve of Liam’s tool within her.

“M-more,” she gasped, arching her back and thrusting her unnursed nipple at his lips. He took it into his mouth, this time using his teeth to tease over it ever so gently before drinking of her bounty.

Her flowing nectar sparked feelings so intense that Moonfire’s vision whited out around the edges. She came again, then again and again, her inner pussy walls squeezing the male every time. Her emerald body quaked with each powerful contraction.

When Moonfire finally came down from her prolonged orgasmic high, she automatically resumed shimmying her hips up and down. Slowly and languidly at first, then with increasing power and rapidity. Liam moaned and grunted at the velvety feel of her hot cunt, especially at how it slid back and forth so easily along his feverish log. He tore himself temporarily away from her mountainous teat. “Seasons! Are you always this excitable?”

“It’s never felt like this!” she confessed. She cooed affectionately as he licked away a droplet of white. “Does my milk taste good?”

“Better than the finest wine,” he gasped.

She whimpered, his words pushing her movements into overdrive. She bounced up and down as fast as she dared, mindful of his smaller size but still ravenous in her lust. This time, it was Liam who felt himself peaking. She rasped out silky words of encouragement. “Do it, smooth skin! Fill me with everything you got!”

Liam’s hips arched up on one of Moonfire’s downward strokes, the head of his cock knocking at the very entrance of her womb. His howl punctuated his rising storm of ecstasy. His prick quivered powerfully before jetting thick spurts of sticky white seed deep into her welcoming depths.

Just as the last pearly drops of semen drained into his partner, he gasped anew. The luminosity of Moonfire’s breasts spiked dramatically. They flashed brighter than the campfire for a heartbeat, then went back down to their usual dull glow.

The Orcess grunted. “What in the Holy Murders was that?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/848pdh/human_prisoner_dommed_by_bigtitted_orc_mf_fantasy