Ghorruk's Bathhouse Adventure

Kovir Daemodred: He'd stop in his rather jovial bouncing step towards the message boards and take a few steps back, his gaze slowly sliding over towards the violet garbed Orc, and narrowing. A broad warm grin would blossom upon his features, and he'd spin about, approaching slowly. "Hello, handsome~" He'd chime sweetly, warmth blossoming in his tones and upon his features.

Ghorruk Tawfeek: Once more he glanced between Arnaud and Whelp, his brow arching higher until it nearly disappeared under his turban. The Orc didn't speak, nor did he seem to notice Kovir's approach, instead simply focusing upon Whelp until he was addressed. "Hmm? Oh, good evening, little one. I hope you're having a pleasant evening."

Whelp Llewellyn: She chuckles quietly tipping her head to Arnaud. "The final record held onto a portfolio known as patience. Something I can respect all to well."

Kovir Daemodred: He'd cant his hips ever so slightly, regarding the male with a certain passionate fervour and hunger, drinking in every inch of his image he could spy. "I am now, good fellow." "He'd reply, that blossoming warmth wide upon his features as he pressed close to the nearby balcony, hips flush with the stonework. "And you?"

Whelp Llewellyn: Looking to Arnaud with a small grin upon her lips. "As for marriage unto you, unfortunatly I'm already a taken snake."

Arnaud Mirnden: "I have a ring.. and.. flowers." Perhaps ambiguous as to whether it is more  bad humor or if he's serious. He is playing it straight, though. "..Please?"

Whelp Llewellyn: "My duty is my mistress, my work my lovely wife, obligation a husband fine, around my fingers a whorl of work they've woven and their flowers given to me were study, research, and eternity."

Ghorruk Tawfeek: Between Whelp's odd language and the arrival of the red-skinned man, Ghorruk's attention was drawn back adn forth between the man now addressing him in such a way. Whatever passion there was in his tone, the old boar didn't seem to take too much note of it, or if he did his response didn't show very much in the way of acknowledgement. "I'm doing quite well, actually. I had a fairly pleasant day and just finished with a nice mug of tea. And my friends here are, well, having something of a conversation?" The upward inflection at the end of his words made it seem as if even he didn't know what

Ghorruk Tawfeek: exactly was going on.

Arnaud Mirnden: The old man seems thoughtful for a moment, his eye drafting skywayrd in thought. After a moment, a single finger is poised to Whelp. "We seem to have some of these things in common already. Does that mean we are technically in a relationship already?"

Kovir Daemodred: His gaze would flick to the aforementioned friends, and he'd let slip a playful and mischeavous grin. "Indeed they are, though the scope and depth of it is.... Beyond me." His attention would then flit uppon Ghorruk, "Glad to hear one so.... Pleasing.... Is having a day that befits their..... Presence." He'd roll his weight back partially onto his right heel, the tip of his foot kicking up. "Hmmmmmnnnn....." He seemed to be pondering something as he regarded the orc, and eventually he'd nod. "May I be so bold as to draw you away from your companions? An empty seat is far less deserving

Kovir Daemodred:  "> of your attention, and I was on my way towards the baths...."

Whelp Llewellyn:  "I think we are kindred spirits although to differnt masters, a unity of minds standing in familiar grounds. Each able to see the other's path as a familiarty rather then a strange and new thing." She tips her head to Arnaud. "We both inscribe a story that ends in final breath."

Whelp Llewellyn:  Settling her gaze to Ghorruk with a little grin upon her lips. "We are having a theological and social consideration. Given to two individuals in their later years of life. Both of which share many simalarities and the key differences but faint afterthoughts to either. In a way we are siblings although of different parrents in a different place and time. It makes for an interesting perspective shared and yet mirrored as if gazing upon the same object from two directions coming to the same conclusions independently."

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  With his attention split once more between the charming words of Kovir and the couple with their more personal intonations, he arched a brow and began to stand with a groan, his monstrous form shifting a bit as he straightened his back with a few audible pops. For just a moment he needed to bend to snatch his mug from the stones before the bench while listening to Whelp's explanation of just what was going on between the two of them. "I think she might be a bit drunk, I've followed along, barely, with the general theme, but she doesn't exactly seem like her usual self." With that he turned

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  fully to face both Whelp and Arnaud. "I think I'll see about getting to know this gentleman in the baths while the two of you have your conversation. This looks like something that might turn into a more heated discussion and I'd not want to be caught in the middle."

Whelp Llewellyn:  Flashing a little smile giving a small tip of her head as she chuckles for a few moments. "I am a little bit tipsy, I'll admit, my mind wanders and stumbles. Its late in the evening and my fever hath returned. Ghorruk may fortune so favour you."

Kovir Daemodred:  He'd chuckle lightly, turning about to let slip a playful glance over his shoulder, before setting off with a bounce in his step "Fair winds, my friends~" He'd muse, before nodding onwards.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  "And the both of you as well." He bowed his head before adjusting the pink robe he wore and lumbering off in Kovir's wake.

Whelp Llewellyn:  "Fortune favour you!"

Arnaud Mirnden:  A return of the nod and a slight smile. "I am both impressed and slightly touched at the thought and effort put in to avoiding the word 'no'. That's pretty good." His attention then turning to Ghorruk. "Not sure about 'heated', per se. Sounds like that's more up your alley at the moment. Careful, old friend."

Whelp Llewellyn:  Tipping her head with a little smile upon her lips. "I thought you deserved a proper avoidence rather then just a crass and casual decline."

Kovir Daemodred:  "You'll have to forgive me, it's been..... Some time since I have visited this port...."

Kovir Daemodred:  "I think we are headed the right way?"

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  "No worries. Just off to our left here." He motioned over beside the counter. "That will take us to the baths."

Kovir Daemodred:  He'd pause at the edges of the carpet, sighing heavily with relief. "Sharessia sure has grown in my absence.... This is a proper bath, if I must say so myself."

Kovir Daemodred:  "Do you have a preference of division?"

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  The Orc nodded while continuing to lumber toward the large open bathing area. "It certainly has. I've not even been here as long as most and it's seen quite a growth spurt into a proper kingdom." With that, he motioned to the larger tub. "I don't leave much in the way of room in the smaller baths, especially not with one like yourself with me." He gave his own large belly a slap and a little jiggle before beginning to untie the sash from around his waist and draw the robe from his shoulders. For the time being it seemed the older warrior had decided to go without a shirt, leaving the wide

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  and dark expanse of his torso and arms open for view, his brown flesh covered in a thick pelt of dense, iron grey hair across his chest and down into a wide "treasure trail" across his heavy gut that disappeared into the pink trousers he kept on for the moment. "I am Ghorruk Tawfeek by the way. My wife and I run Tawfeek Treasures here in the islands and are the Treasurers of Kortuga."

Kovir Daemodred:  He'd nod in understanding, though that slap of the midsection seemed to draw more than the Cambion's attention, for there was a slight stirring below his belt. "Hooougghhh...." He'd nod as the man gave his name, that broad and curved grin slithering with glee across his features. "Kovir, Captain Kovir Daemodred. Though you.... You may certainly call me what you wish." Like the other male, he'd undress slightly, though he only unbuttoned his shirt, to reveal the dense tangle of chest hair, atop striated muscle, that hid beneath.


Kovir Daemodred:  There was a definite shiver of delight in his words, which was accentuated by a slow curling of his tail and grasping by the claws of his wings. Though they grasped at nothing.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  Unlike Kovir there wasn't much in the way of visible muscle on the Orc. It was there, obviously, with slabs of adamantine-hard meat layered under a generous covering of fat and hair, hidden from the obvious eye but the sheer size of him hinted at just what kind of power his older body possessed. "Pleasure to meet you, Kovir. I'd call you 'little one' but you seem to actually be one of the larger men around here, which is a good thing. I was starting to think I was one of the only men here who wasn't built like an Elf." That came with a laugh as he began to draw the pink trousers down his

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  hips and around his wide backside, letting them fall and kicking them away to the edge of the bath where he placed the rest of his clothing, and began to stretch and groan. "I'm not much of one for baths myself, not too often. Usually only after battle when the smell of blood and oil is too thick to let you rest comfortably. So don't go expecting me to smell like flowers while we chat." The warning came with him turning back toward the carmine gentleman, obviously unashamed of his older body and the steely pelt he bore on his nude form, with the treasure trail terminating in a thick, matted

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  jungle of pubic hair around the root of a truly inhuman-looking length. Even flaccid and resting it hung down the Orc's thighs, with thick, knob-like protrusions across its shaft and a wide, nearly flared tip, all above a pair of heavy, ovoid testes that hung like those of a prize bull, showing that his utterly monstrous traits didn't end simply at the porcine snout that twitched and inhaled the steam of the baths with a content grumble from deep within his mountainous chest.

Kovir Daemodred:  He'd join in the hearty laughter with a raucous outburst of his own, his chest heaving and lungs lifting into a jovial guffaw. The Cambion would buckle slightly and slap his thigh. "Part of me thought to recruit a few men, but then.... I realized there were no men left in this town!" He'd snicker, though that slowly came to a pause as he regarded the man before him, in his most revealed state. His breath caught momentarily, and rolled out in a low bass filled growl, a guttural sound that caught in his chest and churned about, before rolling and tumbling past his lips.

Kovir Daemodred:  He wasn't much long in disrobing himself, a smirk toying across his features. "I smell of work and the sea, amoung other things..... Rarely do I take the time to clean myself.... So...." He'd simply nod, expecting nothing of the man, and hoping the same in turn. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but.... Your form is absolutely stunning." He remarked as he stripped fully, almost violently, tugging himself free and discarding his clothing haphazardly. He was well toned, ripped in fact, with hearty muscle and bulk atop that. He looked.... Pliable, yet firm. And surprisingly well endowed for

Kovir Daemodred:  A creature of his size, at least 10 inches of absurd girth hung along the length of his thigh, and cradled beneath that bounty were two ripe orbs, the left larger than the right. Covering those orbs, and just about every inch of his body, was dense black hair... Hirsuite didn't begin or end describing it, he was practically furred. And once stripped, his presence held a strong earthy musk.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  "Well don't sell yourself short. You have quite the body as well. You certainly look like someone who's spent time working hard day and night, either on the ship or in the field." He looked over the man appreciatively, perhaps not with the same animalistic intent as he had received himself, but enough that the eight and a half foot tall beast of an Orc seemed to have given him a meticulous once-over. "But thank you for the compliment. Believe it or not, last year I actually won a 'Sexiest Man in Sharessia' contest against a few of the scrawnier types. Still not sure how that happened." He

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  began to walk up the steps slowly, his own body likewise forested with a dense sea of grey hair, bristly in places, especially over his shoulders and down his back, almost like a warthog or some other great porcine beast. "And don't mind your own smell, it's not a bad one. You'll find much worse from people who aren't nearly as affable."

Kovir Daemodred:  "Oh, I'm pretty sure I know how that happened...." That animalistic grin would curl with intent and desire, and he stalked infront of the beast of a man some, stooping at the water's edge to gather some in his hand and douse his face. Though in that action his legs would slide apart, exposing a thick crest of hair that ran along his midline, as if outlining his spine.... It ran between his backside, and then on through his undercarriage.... And that's where it seemed to.... Thin, though upon closer inspection it was not thinning, but mounded upon what... For the man with a wife, would be>

Kovir Daemodred:  quite the familiar sight, though.... In this case, that mound seemed all the more muscular, and with very little give between those two powerful folds of flesh. That same line of fur cradled his genitals, and ran up his frontside in an all encompassing pelt. "A relief.... It's rather.... Infuriating when someone from another station in life judges your.... scent."

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  "Oh I know how that can be." He stepped forward, pausing and examining the man's equipment in a way that had him arching a brow as he noticed the folds hidden away and revealed, perhaps purposefully, with an arched brow. Still, he said nothing and remained waiting with his hip resting against one of the posts of the railing, arms crossing over his chest. "It was quite the event. You should think about entering yourself this year if they still have it. It should be this month or the next. A set of dates with a few judges, and how you treat them determines your score based on their own

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  personal tastes. I only managed to date two or three of the five judges and still won, which makes me wonder how poorly the other fellows must have done, not to sound too arrogant I hope." He laughed at what seemed to be a faux pas, glancing back up and around to the water with a sigh and hopefully a quick change of the subject. "What brings you to Haven this time, Kovir? You said you were looking for hands, but I'm sure someone like yourself could easily find a station in the navy somewhere."

Kovir Daemodred:  "Perhaps, though......" A coy slither of emotion danced across his features as he ran his wet fingers along his form, slicking himself till he glistened, "I prefer to watch." He'd admit somewhat, a hush flow of discouragement in his tones. "Or, perhaps it wasn't that they did so poorly... But only a few dates with you, outdid every five dates they could muster?" He'd grin playfully, and as if testing, his fingers would glance the orcs briefly, a flash of a moment. "I've..... Come on very personal matters. I too once had a family....."

Kovir Daemodred:  He'd trail his hand playfully along the stone guard, and for a moment glance across the Orc's flesh, a warm meeting, a momentary flash of contact, slipping away as he stepped further into the water.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  He smiled and gave the man's hand a gentle pat at the brush against his own, following him into the water with a chuckle. "You certainly don't skimp on the flattery, I will say it's welcome since the last few times I've been out lately have resulted in some people who are much more close-minded." Following behind carefully, he waited on one of the middle steps as Kovir entered the water, his heavy shaft swaying and even brushing against one of his wings along with the heavy gut that pressed against him. "You know, well, no, that might not be appropriate." He paused himself and glanced

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  down across his own heavy form, his hands brushing at his thick pelt of belly fur and picking a few bits of pink lint from it as he reconsidered his words.

Kovir Daemodred:  The Cambion would pause, that mischeavous grin settling in his features as he leaned back into those touches, allowing his rather impressive weight to fall against that belly... And the back of his hand to linger against that rather formidable shaft. "You can speak your mind with me, I'm.... Always open to discourse, and more...." He'd offer, rather softly in fact, his head rolling back ever so slightly to expose his neck and more sensitive areas.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  "It seems a bit odd to say, I suppose, but your uh--" He trailed off and cleared his throat. "Your folds look rather interesting. I have to say I wasn't expecting that when you came and began to talk to me." The old Orc seemed to be doing his best to relax and enjoy himself, and the Cambion would feel, even with the weight resting back against him the large figure did not budge, even an inch, as if it were an inconvenience, the beastly behemoth instead draped his left arm around the red-skinned man's shoulder and chest, allowing it to hang over him and toy with a bit of the black hair as

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  he closed his eyes. "When I was younger, I was part of a mercenary organization. Because I was so much larger than everyone else, it was difficult finding women who were interested in me, even prostitutes, and I often found myself sneaking out to satisfy my urges with the mares we had. I don't mean that as an insult, of course."

Kovir Daemodred:  Nodding, the Cambion would listen, a dark knowing chuckle on his lips as he revelled in the orc's strength. His own rather strong arm would slowly wrap about the orc's, holding them together with what might he could muster. Eventually, he'd careen his head back and attempt to kiss the underside of the orc's jawline. "If they seem so interesting, then I invite you to..... Become acquainted." With what seemed to be liquid form, he'd slide away from the male's grasp, in a shimmer of darkness, and soon be pressed against the far wall, his back curved and rump lifted, tilted ever so much.

Kovir Daemodred:  It was quite the primal presentation, the angle and cant of his hips, along with the spacing of those legs, caused that mound to flare out and spread slightly... Whilst inner-core contractions and undulations of his abdominals forced it to wink and gasp, contract and expand.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  The huge figure watched, looming over him as he moved to present himself and he followed in slowly upon the leaning position so that his right hand could slip around and gently stroke along the man's stomach, trailing down across his navel and toying around it. "I hadn't expected such a strong come on, Kovir. I'm not complaining, but this is the first time I've done anything like this with such an exotic partner." His palm, weathered and warm, ran up along the Cambion's torso, rubbing across his chest and even capturing one of his nipples to tease and toy with between his thick fingers,

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  easily a wide as a Human's wrist. His left hand, meanwhile, slipped down along the man's back, between his wings and over the curve of his spine as he matched the erotic pose he had made, only to grasp at his tail and jerk it up just a bit, encouraging that animalistic presentation before sliding down to tease across both his hairy-rimmed pucker and the muscled folds until a single finger began to push inside him. It was sudden, strong, a plunging of the strong digit into his depths to both tease and test him, a slow beginning to explore before a quickened pace had him working the male's mare

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  cunt with the same kind of fervor Kovir had possessed in his lascivious glances.

Kovir Daemodred:  The Cambion moved in tone and key with that sliding touch, his body rolling against and accepting it, pressing and following it hungrily.... He seemed to revel in the contact, his own hand soon folding atop to keep it pressed upon his body. Low breathy pants left his body, and his heart could be felt pounding. "What can I say? You're just as exotic to me, if not more.... I've a fire for bigger men." Those fingers would find the demonborn's nipples to be firm, and upon closer inspection, embedded with metal piercings that had grown to small for the girth of his flesh. >

Kovir Daemodred:  That tail jerking earned a pleased gasp, which dissolved into a groan of pleasure. It was a good signal, one that he responded to by sliding his legs apart, opening himself up, and leaning forward such that he could roll his hips and show off his equine bounty. That glance across his pucker earned a sharp cutting gasp of pleasure, and as that finger plunged into his hairy folds, he'd moan darkly. That slow churn got a good tide of gasps and sharp breaths, and as that tempo began to build he'd begin groaning and pushing back, craving more. That gash seemed quite.... Receptive to say the least.

Kovir Daemodred:  It belched, slurped, and suckled on the digit inserted, all the while lubricating such that nectar of his arousal flowed eagerly about the orc's thick digit.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  His thumb and forefinger fought a battle over his nipple, pinching and working over it as his hand was clutched to the man's chest, supporting him and pulling him in closer as his legs spread to be sure he was properly supported while he tweaked and tugged on the bud. The discovery of the little embedded piercings earned them a gentle pinch as well, twisting the dark red nubs and testing just how they reacted in the rigid flesh all while his finger continued to plunge itself just as hungrily as it was received into his depths. "You know, Kovir." He spoke with a slight huff in his voice, a

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  kind of piggish oinking snort coming from him as he spoke, the rapid pounding soon only reinforced with a second digit finding its way into the hot, squelching mess of his cunt. "I've never been with a man before. My wife has been pushing me to explore and when I saw you and thought about how you spoke with me I thought I might enjoy a bath wtih you, to talk, explore, see what I would be comfortable with. Perhaps your little hole just makes it a bit easier for someone like me, but, well--" He leaned forward with his hot breath beating on the man's shoulder and neck. "So far I can tell you

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  without a doubt that I'm enjoying myself, and I'd love to hear if you enjoy imagining how Daddy is going to fuck your hot little mare pussy."

Kovir Daemodred:  That tweaking and twinging of those long embedded and mostly forgotten piercings earned a harsh but guttural moan, not just of pleasure, but bliss.... And it was good that the larger male had a hold of them, because the Demon's knees grew weak for a second. "OooOooooohhh~" It was more a guttural moan of desire, of need..... As leaned back into those brutish snorts, snarling in return, in desire.

Kovir Daemodred:  He nuzzled back affectionately, passionately, even fervently in the most intimate, but also lewd way he could imagine.... Nodding as he agreed, but also begging for more in his every movement, making their motions one such that he could savor every second of contact. "Ooooooouuuuuhh~" At first it was a drone groan, but he bit it off with clenching teeth, rocking back to steel his resolve. "Please?" He'd whipser, a strange word on his tongue, and begged no less. "Please, Daddy fill me up~" It was a whimper, right now, strained with embarassment and animalistic guilt as he submit.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  His working of the animalistic anatomy of the man slowed a bit, both fingers sliding out and drawing with it as much of the thick drooling juices that he could before pulling his hand up and showing off just the kind of mess his winking, gushing fuckhole had created. "Look." He spoke the word softly, almost lovingly down to the man, but at the same time it carried a kind of rumble that seemed thunderous against him, the hand upon his nipple offering some semblance of relief only to brush across his throat and urge him to peer up as he began to lick and slurp every bit of the syrupy nectar

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  from his digits, even popping them into his mouth and sucking hard enough so that when he withdrew them it came with an audible "pop" and a smile down at the man, all framed by his massive, ivory tusks. "As rough as I might be, I'll still take care of you, but for right now, I want you to be Daddy's little breeding mare." With that, his hands fell and he moved to grasp his own length, now aroused and throbbing between his thighs. More than likely unlike Kovir's, his own cock, while also a monstrous appendage that seemed large even for the Orc, did not "stand at attention" unable to due to

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  its sheer weight, the thick, leathery foreskin peeled back to reveal a nearly equine flare to the tip, ridged in small bumps like minor versions of the thick, warty growths studding the rest of the bulbous, turgid shaft. Once more he began to tease across the man's ass, only now with the heavy, ponderous endowment, brushing it across his hairy cheeks, even working to stroke himself and milk out a thick, viscous jet of his pre across the puckered asshole of the Cambion before beginning to tease his powerful, muscled folds.

Kovir Daemodred:  At first, the demon gasped for breath in that sudden release.... Some senses smashing against the primal fugue that had enveloped him, against the thunderous pounding of his heart.... But that commanding nature, mixed with affection, drew his attention. It called to a hole that had been born ages ago, nearly millenia ago it felt, in the heart of an abandoned and unwanted abomination. He looked on with adoration, with reverance, and even envy.... Nuzzling and nipping the arm before him gently as those fingers were suckled. >

Kovir Daemodred:  "Mnnnhhh......" He simply nodded, in baser understanding.... In simplistic agreement and compliance, which flowed into his motions as he growled and snarled softly, nostrils flaring as he arched his back and rode against that shaft, happy to let it smear, shove, and nudge those glistening folds. And did they ever glisten! So plump and aroused was he, that at this point that mound was fully engorged, and the orc's impressive tool nudged against fat fringes bordering a drooling hole.... A hole that he found more than pliable. Slowly, and with a ravenous and insatiable hunger, he rocked back.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  It was somewhat nostalgic in a way that had the Orc's nostrils flare in baser excitement, an old "sin" committed out of need rekindled as he moved to take Kovir's tail and jerk it up a bit once more before finally pushing the throbbing, rigid length inside him. The muscular folds, pliable as they were, brought a gasp from him as he pushed inside, allowing the broad tip and pronounced crown to grind against his walls and push deeper until his hand was no longer needed. With purchase found inside his the man, his submissive, his little mare for the moment, he leaned forward and put some of his

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  own weieght against the man, pushing him closer against the wall and huffing a breath down at him as his large belly filled the arched nature of his back, radiating warmth throughout his body as the Orc's hands began to roam and stroke across his sides, sliding around to his stomach to toy with his fur once more before coming up now to take both of his pierced nipples in firm grips and toy with them. He used the Cambion's little nubs nearly like handles, pinching and twisting them, making sure to pay extra attention to the tiny piercings trapped within the throbbing teats, to walk the line

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  between pleasure and pain as his hips drew back and suddenly, for the first time, gave him a proper thrust, a hint at just what the behemoth had to offer him, the nearly two feet of heavy, studded cock plunging into his depths. "Can you be bred? I know it is a bit of a delicate question, but I feel I should know before I stuff your cunt with my seed."

Kovir Daemodred:  His mare seemed to know what he wanted, and how he wanted it..... A flaring of her nostrils... His nostrils.... Echoed that slow spread of his backside, of his entire being, tension forced from him as control was given to the Master of the moment. Once again, touch was ecstasy, and his body rolled and shifted, pushing pressure in varying angles and degress upon that shaft buried so whole and deep within him. He was sturdy, in their rocking battle for pleasure, and could be leaned upon. This was no show pony, it was a work horse, bred for war and trial, for tilling and milling. >

Kovir Daemodred:  > That teasing of the edge, that keen line between pleasure and pain, earned a guttural snort or two.... But also caused that velvet smooth tunnel to constrict purposefully. That first thrust tore a moan of pleasure, cut into knickers and seething rolling groans, from his chest. His belly distended harmlessly, an outline riding along his insides, and he reached up with one hand to press and caresses upon that gargantuan endowment from the outside. He nodded, weakly, but surely. "Ouuuugggghhhh.... I..... Ngggghhff.... I can!" He had to bite and shout the words, but not of pain, but bliss.

Kovir Daemodred:  "Ougghhh.... Here.... See Son..... OUUUUGGHH.... Father....." He'd wince, rolling his hips till he'd pressed your length upon his G-Spot, panting hoarsely "Father was..... Orc."

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  He did find the words enticing, the hungry desire to show his parentage while his hips worked in unison with the Cambion's, the heavy slapping of the overly full, bovine testicles slapping against his thighs and the lewd, primal noises that echoed in the bathhouse as they rutted. Every powerful thrust, plunging inside the hungry, eager, desperate little mare's hole with its muffled "glrk" and every withdrawal, every bit of leeway wetter with the stirred juices and his own pre-cum that erupted in jets and gouts, slick and wet only to be slammed inside him again. Ghorruk hadn't expected the man

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  to be soft or delicate, he had expected just what he got, and used him the way he felt the Cambion needed to be used, to be taken, used and filled by a proper stud, and when his left hand fell from the pierced nipple it quickly slid around the crimson flank to run across the back of Kovir's neck and curl in his hair. "Quiver on my cock. I can feel just how desperate you are, how needy your walls twitch and grip." The words came with a growl as he leaned forward a bit more deliberately, working him down closer toward the fat base of his shaft. "I may not breed you this time, but if I keep

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  this adventurous streak up I may invite you home so my wife can watch."

Kovir Daemodred:  He did just that, he quivered and moaned, he throbbed and.... Well.... Kovir's own length stood hard, thirteen inches and eleven around of throbbing maleness, that stood angry, and now.... Pleased as it erupted with might. That thickness sprayed and gushed, thick gouts rolling from the tip as it bobbed, pulled and dropped by the muscular contractions of his bliss. And those muscular contractions wrapped and weaved about that cock buried so deep within him, massaging that great length, sliding along it's length and milking it's worth. "Hnnnngggghhhhhhhhrrrrr~~~"

Kovir Daemodred:  He seethed, and more than quivered. In fact, he trembled, from within and out, then back again, around that length within him. The waters below them cloudy with his own orgasmic release, which.... Had not been pitiful in the least. He sported two gourd sized orbs for a reason, and that medial ring halfway down his shaft was not just for show, it had meaning. That rush of pleasure was twofold, as were most things in his life.... And a wet torrent slid along the stud's shaft, forcing him deeper with sheer ease, a gushing spray of lubricant that... Even with his great size, slathered and messed>

Kovir Daemodred:  The brutish stud's thighs, smearing and spraying from that well bred and used hole. "Hoooooooogghh..... Rhhnnnnhnhnhnhn~" The groan of delight rolled off him, tumbling from his chest, cut and chopped, folded and spread.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  He hadn't forgotten about Kovir's length, the impression scarlet cock now throbbing and erupting with its own fonts of virility, but he had become lost in that bestial rutting. The splashing of his seed into the water of the bath brought one massive hand to take up his length and begin to pump it, stroking him eagerly to help in the orgasm that wracked the man who had become his temporary fuck toy. Still, it was loving, the domination and dehumanization, his transformation into little more than a mare to be stuffed and used by his stud. Even as he continued what a lesser partner might

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  consider to be something bordering on brutal or violent, it was something he knew his mare could take. Meeting every gush with a throbbing pulse of his own cock as it was showered and it, his heavy orbs, and his thighs were plastered in the eager spray. "That's it. Now suck your cum off of Daddy's cock and let him paint that beard of yours white." The growling voice once more spoke in that dual tone, commanding and loving, strong and soft, the thunderous boom restrained to a snarled whisper shared between the two in this private moment in a not-so-private place. Even as the statement came

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  rolling from his lips he began to slowly withdraw, not quite wanting to, but knowing the consequences of being foolhardy and letting his own libido lead him on, the hand slipping away from Kovir's cock and flashing the thick white cum he had drawn from it only for it to be smeared across his own shaft along with the rest of the Cambion's orgasm.

Kovir Daemodred:  He lingered momentarily, hesitantly.... The primal urges and desires.... The ebb and flow of rutt.... Told him to stay, to accept that sacred gift, or to plead for it.... His cunt gasped as if to do the speaking for him, gulping and squelching wetly.  Schlork, Schlrup, Skuck  It was a lewd and contractual sound, both in physical and binding sense.... And it slurped away as he leaned forward and pulled himself off that shaft, reluctantly.

Kovir Daemodred:  He dropped, in almost exhausted fashion, to his knees, and leaned back to wrap his arms about the Orc's legs, pulling him tight against the larger male, the dominant and assertive male. He worshipped his form in that instant, his grip sliding along his legs, his nostrils nuzzling as he showed every ounce of gratitude his black soul could muster.... And then.... His flaring nostrils were upon that impressive sack, inhaling orcish musk.

Kovir Daemodred:  It didn't take long before his grip found that thick shaft, and wrapped about it's base..... And soon.... He was nuzzling the orc's broad glans in nurturing fashion, whimpering, and then suckling... His tongue dragging that mess off with affectionate sweeps. He didn't just clean, he attended. He brought that cock into the warm and wet cradle of his mouth, even when the hinges of his jaw screamed in protest.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  This certainly wasn't what the Orc had been expecting. Not with the lewdness, the caresses, or the hungry way that Kovir's hips ahd come to meet his own in their frenzied rutting session that had led to this. This was more passionate, submissive, and endearing, something that caused his own legs to spread just a bit and better allow for the crimson hands to explore his legs and feel the muscle hidden away beneath his fat and fur. Reaching down as the Cambion began to nurture him in such a loving manner, he brushed a hand across the man's head, combing through his hair and sighing as he

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  watched the all-too-well-known struggle to fit the flared glans into the man's mouth, but he worked more diligently than the Orc expected, and when it had passed his teeth and into the warmth of his mouth the old warrior sighed in contentment and relief as a thick jet of his pre-cum rewarded the hungry suckling with a taste of the profound and potent nectar. Much like his musk, it was powerful, concentrated, animalistic in a way that was, much like the Cambion, inhuman. It was something intimate between the two, men who were alien to the rest of the small world around them. Still, Ghorruk

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  held his head, shifting and rolling his hips and groaning as he watched his cock being tended to, rasping out a few huffs through his lips. "I'm close." He nearly snarled the words while watching the man. "Be careful you don't choke."

Kovir Daemodred:  A thin smile formed around that cock, and that skillfull tongue wiggled along the underbelly of the orc's impressive maleness. It seemed that his Mare would be fine, they were skilled in this.... For they were breathing around that beast, even as it slid along and against his throat... As it bulged in outline against the softness of his neck.... His nostrils flared, and in sucking in slow air, his intervals matched with the suckles and doting of that shaft. His own grip slid gently around those legs, taking purchase of those bountiful glutes which he would spread underhand to pull himself>

Kovir Daemodred:  r. It was the sort of closeness one demanded in these situations, two bodies, sharing the same intimate and sacred space. He seemed to revel in it, and the musk, which he let wash over and permeate him. <b> "Mnnnnnnhhhhmmmmrrr~" </b> It was a wet sound of affection, that slithered along that shaft with slow undulating movements of his broad black tongue.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  The Orc's secret, being too large for women in his youth, was no less true now, and it was a rare thing for a woman to be able to take the inhuman tip of his endowment into her mouth, let alone allow it to slide as deep as Kovir was providing him. The hands upon his rear had him twitching, the heavy cheeks tensing a bit as they were spread and revealed the thick grey fur between them and the dark pucker they ringed. Leaning forward, his stomach resting atop Kovir's head adn brushing over his small horns, the Orc let out a sonorous growl as his cock twitched, the heavy shaft swelling just a

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  bit more before the fecund deluge began. Much like the Cambion's orgasm, the Orc let loose with torrents of glutinous seed, ropes and jets rushing without pause into the man's mouth and down his throat as his hips worked and bucked against him in barely-restrained hunger. It was one thing to let the Cambion, his little mare for the night, tend to him, he only barely showed the strength he possessed as he pushed and thrust just a bit, working at a steady pace with the man's breath so he wouldn't risk suffocating him around the bloated monster as he poured his virile essence into him. All the

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  while, through the more loving and intimate moment, the monolithic man huffed and snarled, growling and snorting like a proper animal, his sounds less and less human as he lost himself in the waves of the orgasm until the Orcish prick ahd loosed its last volley and was left twitching and pulsing in Kovir's attentive, worshipful mouth.

Kovir Daemodred:  Was more Mare than Man at that point as he nursed and suckled, doted and worshipped, that Godly release. The power and might of a warrior, the tempo and greatness of his soul and essence, pouring with torrential force and might, down his throat. He swallowed, in patient and measured gulps, that lapped at the tip of that releasing cannon, tightness folding around that monolith of masculinity. Every ounce of his attention, his being, was centered and focused in worship of the Orc's might and accomplishments as a male, and he drank that victory with ravenous delight. >

Kovir Daemodred:  He felt the tensing of his rear, and his grip slid lower, to accomodate his comfort. He heard those guttural sounds, and he returned his own strangled, squelched, snarls and groans. And when the time came.... He slowly pulled away, to suckle with puckered lips the last drop, and kiss that tip gingerly. "Hoooouuuuuuuuggghh....." He'd exhale deeply, crumbling forward to wrap himself in exhaustion about the Orc's leg, nuzzling him tenderly.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  As the orgasm slowed and the man found his strength leaving him, the Orc leaned forward and planed one hand against the wall behind them so that he could lean forward and use the other to stroke through Kovir's hair again. "Shh, it's all right." He cooed down to him, breathless and huffing through his piggish snout with his nostrils flared hungrily at the musky mess left hanging in the air, an aroma that not only could less keen senses enjoy, but that he could particularly pick apart and identify as their own. "That was quite wonderful, and I have to say I think my wife will be proud I

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  found someone like you to expand my horizons with." Stilll, as he spoke his words were soft, kind with that touch of domination, the firmness of his touch a bit more than needed, combing through his hair just to let the Cambion know that he wasn't possessed or owned, but cared for in that instant, a ward of the Mountain Orc whose cock was now slowly beginning to relax and softn, the last few vestiges of the fertile flood oozing from the flared tip's prominent slit. "If you ever need anything, Kovir, you're always welcome to come and find me. I'll be sure to take care of you, and I may even

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  see about doing something like this again. I can't leave my new little mare wanting for too long, after all."

Kovir Daemodred:  The demon would nod in understanding, his hands slowly flowing up and down the Orc's form as he nuzzled him affectionately, almost in a paternal manner. "Stay awhile?" He'd murmur, leaning back slightly, his grip indicating he wanted the larger male to sit with him in the water. "Until I fall asleep at least?" His tone was strained, exhausted, but clearly.... Pleased. He was content.

Ghorruk Tawfeek:  He slowly lowered himself into the water, helping to clean him up at least a bit while moving to pull Kovir close. It hadn't been what he had been asked for. It was just hsi company the Cambion had said he wanted, but the Orc seemed far too affectionate to simply sit with the man and instead worked to try to pull him up onto his lap so that he could close the crimson form in the boughs of his arms and cradle him against his own chest. "Of course, little one." He spoke softly, leaning over to kiss the top of the man's head and holding him securely, protectively in the warm waters.

Kovir Daemodred:  It hadn't been what he asked for, but it was what he'd wanted as he effortlessly clambered into the orc's lap and wrapped his arms about his neck.... Drapped lightly, a support, a chain of security.... Whilst he rest his head upon the orc's breast and drifted lightly to the sound of his heartbeat.