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Alec hadn’t been sure about getting the piercing. Not really, at least. He’d wanted to get a septum for a while, but nowhere in town really offered anything other than ears. So when his friend Dave had told him about this little place near the highway where his girlfriend had gotten a navel piercing done, he was a little surprised. It wasn’t something he thought there would be a big market for. When he called to ask, he was surprised that they even did nipple piercings, something else he’d thought about getting. The best part? The price. When the receptionist over the phone told him the cost, he almost laughed. It was practically a robbery.
Still, he went and got it. Both, even. Quick and painless, although they did sting afterwards, especially as he found himself lying on his back in his bed. The king-size was usually quite comfortable to lie on. The problem was that Alec slept on his stomach, something he might not be able to do for weeks now. He sighed as he ran his hand across his face and through his black quiff.
He knew he had to get up to put the clearing solution on, otherwise he’d risk getting them infected. Right then, though, he just wanted to lie down and fall asleep to the sound of nothing.
Good thing Margo walked in.
“Hey, Alec. I’m back from work. How are the piercings?”
They’d met in a bar a few months ago. She’d made a dumb pick-up line, he’d made an even dumber joke about a book, and the rest was history. They’d been living together for a few weeks then, and the two seemed to only keep getting closer and closer,
“I’m in the bedroom,” he called out, her voice jolting him awake. “Hey, Marg, there should be a vial on the table that's, like, the saline stuff? Can you bring it in for me?”
“Can I put my bags down first?” She asked. Alec could just see the smirk on her face as she said that.
Ignoring her dumb joke, he waited. Soon enough, she walked in with the vial. There was a confused look on her face, and though she handed it to him, she seemed a bit sceptical of something. “Why’s it green?”
He shrugged as he sat up. “Something to do with the way they make it? It's meant to help it heal faster, or make it less irritating.”
“Does it work?”
“I haven’t tried it yet.”
She shook her head, standing up and opening their wardrobe. It was a shared space; by that, they meant that it was all of Alec’s hoodies that Margo wore as well. She unbuttoned her shirt, grabbing some clothes to wear now that she wasn’t at the office.
Alec unscrewed the lid of the bottle, revealing a dropper. He first positioned it over his chest, pouring some on his nipple. It was cold, and he shivered slightly as the green solution rolled down his chest. He brought it to his nose next and, tilting his head back, a few droplets ran up his nose.
He didn’t gag, though. Normally, the feeling would have him coughing. But this time, he just noticed the smell. It didn’t have the saline smell he expected. It was smoky. It was earthy . It smelled like a campfire, surrounded by tents, meat drying overhead. It had a strong smell. Something that made him feel strong. Something that made him feel primal .
He didn’t notice his skin getting darker, an olive hue spreading across his chest. He didn’t notice his ears growing slightly pointed, his teeth getting slightly sharper. He did notice the rising in his pants as he watched Margo getting undressed. He moved a hand down, slowly beginning to rub at his growing need, his other flicking at his nipple.
“We still on for movie night, hun?” Margo asked, still trying to find something to wear in the wardrobe.
“Mhm, yeah. I think we will.” Aleck said, not fully registering the growl in his voice. He started up from the bed, still teasing his nipples. The other ring forming on his free one didn’t seem to bother him, even though it shouldn’t have been possible. Neither did his sudden growth. He felt like he needed it. He needed a few more inches, a few more piercings. That smell from earlier seemed to no longer be in his nose. It seemed to be coming from somewhere else in the room.
As he moved, he kept growing. His arms grew thicker, and thicker, becoming the size of logs. His stomach became as hard as tone, tensing up into a set of abs, and his legs almost seemed to keep getting bigger, thicker around the thighs and stronger around the calf. Hair formed over his chest, forming thick forests of pitch black hair. The hairs spread across his body, down through his shorts and across his legs.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Margo blurted out as Alek grasped her breast in his hand. Green claws wrapped around it, squeezing, causing Margo to moan. She took a step back, but only stepped into him.
She gazed up at him. His hair had grown wild and tied with silver beads, lying messily across his face and back. Two sharp, pointed tusks protruded from his mouth, and to their side two snake-bite rings had formed. His eyes had yellowed out, dark, and as they saw the fear in Margo's face, a wicked grin formed at the corners of his face.
"You are woman," Arek grunted, staring at the girl. He towered over her, and when he put his hands on her sides, lifting her up, she was terrified. His clothes were gone then; his shirt completely vanished and his pants reduced to a barely-functional loincloth.
"This can't be real," Margo choked out. “I’m having a nightmare.” She didn't want to look at him but his hand stopped her head from turning away.
"Arek need men. Woman make babies," the ork said with a toothy grin. He pulled the loincloth aside and, with a soft thwack against his thighs, Margo could see his dick fall out. A prince Albert sat at its tip, a magnificent 10 inches.
She took a deep breath, and noticed the smell emanating from it. Earthy and smoky and rich. She took another breath. She couldn't take her eyes off it. All at once, her fear melted away, leaving only burning desire in its place. The smell had completely entranced her. Arek placed her down and almost hypnotised, she followed it, moving closer to the alluring smell.
The ork took a seat on the bed, almost breaking it. His legs spread, letting the scent spread out across the room, as Margo got closer. Falling to her knees, she took another deep breath in. "You take it," the ork commanded.
She ran her tongue slowly along his shaft. It was the taste of oak, of the wild, of smoked pork; and it was addicting. With no hesitation, she took the tip in her mouth, as much as she could before gagging. She needed it. She needed it inside of her, the warm feeling it was giving her. Her olfactory senses were overloaded, the smell being the only thing she cared about.
It was his smell.
She began to bob her head up and down, slowly at first, as if trying to savour the meat, like it was the last thing she would ever taste. Maybe she wanted it to be? Oh god, did she want it to be? But she sped up. So quickly did she speed up. Up and down, up and down, up and down, again and again. Drool fell from her mouth as she choked on his sage-tinted cock, utterly consumed in a state of pure bliss.
Arek kept his eyes closed as she did this. He could still feel his thoughts slowing, his mind growing dull from her acts. Pleasure and power settled on his mind, fogging up his thoughts. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening or why he was doing this. He could only think of breeding Margo, of planting his seed inside of her, of making her carry his children. She was meant for use, she was meant to be this addicted to him.
But she was cut short. He pulled her off, right as the sweet white cream she wanted so bad had just started to form at his tip. He growled. "No eat. We breed.”
She couldn't even remember when her pants had gone, or when her dick had gotten so hard, but it all felt so right . Like this was meant to happen. Like she was meant to be the broodmare for a big orc chieftain like Arek.
He threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, his hands next to her head while she lay on the pillow. "Please," she begged, "Make me your bitch. Make me your breeding bitch, make me carry your young and keep me so full of your seed."
The begging didn't matter; she already was.
Arek plunged his dick into her anal cavity and she immediately shot a rope of come onto her chest. He was warm inside her, like a fire from within. He made her feel overstimulated, overpowered, like nothing in the world was even real, except that moment. He made Margo feel whole .
With each pound, their reality changed. Had it been a bar, or a tavern? Had she gone to hit on him, or to attack him? Had he found her jokes funny, or her attempt at stopping him? Their lives changed. Arek had always been a monstrous ork, but he wanted an army; and Margo had been a brilliant knight, but was made nothing more than a slut for an ork warlord.
He pounded into her again and again, each thrust building momentum, each action building up pressure. Neither wanted it to end. Arek wanted to keep fucking his whore, Margo wanting to keep pleasuring her Warchief. The two kept going; Margo wrapped her legs around him, and grasped onto his bare chest as Arek ran his dick into his slut so many times that she squealed in equal parts pain and pleasure.
And then he came. His seed released from him, beginning to further fill the broodmare with that warm feeling, one that would only continue to grow. She was fertile, she was ripe. She could feel his seed taking root inside of her. She would carry his spawn, the soldiers of his clan. Arek grunted as he pulled out. Come leaked from Margo's hole, but he didn't care.
He walked outside the tent and took a whiff of the air. It was smokey from the fire, with a hunted pig drying on a rack. The smell of oak came from the forest, but the earthy notes came from all around him. It smelt like home.