The Orc's Massage Table

I was lying face-down on the warm table, and within the first few seconds, I felt his massive hands settle onto my shoulders. The scent of musk, leather, and some kind of wild forest oil hit my nose. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it.

"You're tense, Lyra," Targ's deep voice rumbled. His breath brushed against my ear. "Breathe deeper. I can see you trembling."

I bit my lip. Six months I'd been coming to this orc trainer for post-workout massages, and I'd stayed silent the whole time. Silently picturing those green, rough-tattooed hands sliding lower. His fangs grazing my skin. Him being something more than just my trainer.

"I... I've wanted this kind of massage for a long time," I breathed out, feeling his fingers already working into my shoulder blades. "But I was afraid to say it."

Targ froze for a second. Then he let out a low growl—that sound sent a hot wave straight between my legs.

"Then why did you stay quiet, girl?" His palm slowly traveled down my spine, pulling at the edge of the towel. "I've seen the way you look at me. The way you squeeze your thighs together when I touch you."

The towel slipped away. I was completely naked now. The cool air of the massage room hit my already-soaked slit. Targ let out a heavy breath.

"Fuck... you're so beautiful," he muttered, and his fingers found my ass immediately. He squeezed my cheeks, spread them apart like he was inspecting me. "Soaking wet. How long has it been like this?"

"Since the first time... when you corrected my form at training," I admitted, arching my back toward him. "I wanted you to fuck me right there, in front of everyone."

The orc let out a deep throaty growl. His thick finger slid between my lips, finding my clit instantly. I moaned, gripping the edges of the table.

"Then right now, I'm taking what you've been offering me with your eyes for so long," he said, and shoved two fingers into me without warning. My pussy squelched, gripping them tight. "Wet, hot... and so tight for a human."

I started moving my hips, riding his fingers. He added a third. His other thumb was already circling my asshole, pressing lightly.

"You want me to fuck every hole tonight?" he asked bluntly, leaning down so I could feel his massive hard cock pressing against my thigh through his gym shorts. "Say it out loud, Lyra."

"Yes... Fuck me, Targ. Please. I want your huge orc cock inside me," I gasped, already losing my mind from his fingers pounding into me faster and faster.

He flipped me onto my back in one swift motion. I saw all of him: the powerful green torso covered in scars and tattoos, the fangs, the burning yellow eyes. His shorts were already down. His cock stood at full attention—thick, veined, the head glistening with precum. It was absolutely enormous.

"Suck it first," he commanded, bringing it to my lips.

I opened my mouth greedily. The head barely fit. I licked and sucked, trying to take him deeper while drool ran down my chin. Targ growled, gripping my hair, slowly fucking my mouth.

"Good girl... Deeper. Just like that. I can see your pussy dripping onto the table."

After a couple minutes, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping, and climbed on top of me. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me completely. I screamed from the mix of pain and pleasure—he stretched me to my absolute limit.

"Oh fuck... so fucking tight," he groaned, starting to pound into me with hard, deep strokes. The table creaked. My tits bounced with every thrust. He grabbed one, squeezed my nipple, then leaned down and bit the other.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, raking my nails down his back.

"Harder! Fuck me harder, Targ! I want to feel you everywhere..."

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and started fucking me even deeper. Every stroke hit my cervix. His heavy balls slapped against my wet ass. I couldn't speak anymore—just moaned and repeated his name.

"Cum on my cock," he growled, speeding up. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing me."

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I arched my back, screamed, and my cunt started pulsing hard, milking his cock. He didn't stop. Kept pounding me through my climax until I was trembling.

"My turn now," he snarled.

He pulled out, put me on my knees on the table, and slammed into me from behind. Grabbed my hair like a rein and fucked me viciously. I could feel his cock swelling even bigger.

"Where do you want it?" he asked hoarsely.

"Inside... Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot sperm," I begged.

Targ roared so loud the walls shook. A few final powerful thrusts—and he buried himself to the balls. I felt hot, thick ropes of cum blasting deep inside me. He came for a long time, growling and gripping my hips so hard I'd have bruises. Sperm leaked out of me when he finally pulled his cock out slowly.

We were both breathing hard. He leaned down, kissed my neck, then my lips—surprisingly gentle for such a huge orc.

"That was only the first session, Lyra," he whispered, running a finger along my overfilled slit. "Next time, I'm taking that tight ass of yours too. If you want."

I smiled, still trembling.

"I already want it."