What happens when two doms encounter one another? Well they battle out to see who’s the strongest of course. Hope ya like this latest piece featuring Penelope and Pride’s Orc OC, Gara’ha. Enjoy!
Commissioned by: Pride
Penelope’s emerald eyes were fixed firmly on the brown skinned Orc as she cleaved and cut through enemy after enemy in the Theater of Pain. Her impressive form caught the light and was misted with sweat as she felled foe after foe to the cheers of the crowd.
A mischievous smirk formed on her lips as her intentions began to form in her head. She had seen enough, such a wonderful specimen required a more personal and intimate inspection. She raised from her seat in the private viewing box to take her leave, but not before stopping to speak to one of her followers.
“Have that beast brought to my chambers.” She gestured to the Orc down in the arena. “I would measure her worth first hand.”
Penelope eyed the lumbering Orc woman as she entered her private chambers, flanked by two guards. She gestured the unnecessary and frankly ineffective guards away and settled her emerald gaze upon her guest. “Welcome, Gara’ha.” She said in her velvety voice, eyeing her impressive form.
Gara’ha grunted in response, peering around the strangely decorated room. A strong aura of fel clinging to everything in this place, but most of it coming from the human herself. She sat there in her silken robes, a smooth and inviting thigh poking out from the gap at the front. A welcoming sight indeed. “You summoned me, Baroness. What reason brings you to call upon me and take me from my glory in the theater? Your minions would not even let me away to bathe.” Gara’ha inquired, wiping her nose on her forearm like an ill mannered brute.
The Baroness stood elegantly and began to approach her. Her lounging robes were slightly open at the front and perfectly traced her beautiful form as she walked towards the Orc. If it wasn’t obvious to Gara’ha before that her host was naked under that silk robe, it certainly was now.
“A selfish request of mine, I wished for you to remain unwashed.” Penelope admitted, circling around the Orc as she lightly moved her hand over the still moist flesh of her brutish guest. Her fingers traced the dips and rises of her rock hard abs as she passed around her. “I wanted you fresh from battle, the blood of those weaker than you still fresh upon you. That scent, the one eminating from you after having killed so many.” She added, biting her lip as she enjoyed the Orc’s smell.
“You favor me then, Baroness. I’m no fool though, I’ve no interest in being at the beck and call of some noble human with immense power.” She replied, her eyes drifting to those soft patches of skin she could see through the silk robes. “I have seen how you treat your slaves and I would not count myself among them.” She said firmly.
“Nor would I have it so. A beast of such strength, capable of taking so many lives of those weaker and pathetic.” Penelope assured, continuing as she let a shoulder of her robe slip down her arm. Revealing more of her beautiful unblemished form. “I would have you inside me, Orc. As an equal of great strength. With perhaps a little wager to make it interesting.” She smiled.
Gara’ha let one of her large thick fingers glide over Penelope’s naked shoulder. Clearly quite agreeable to such a captivating woman with a rare offer. “And what would this wager entail?” She inquired.
“If I make you climax first, you’ll fight for me in the Theater of Pain under my banner and house and pledge honor to me with a salute before and after every battle.” She began, weighing her end of the bargain before continuing. “If you make me climax first, however. I shall swallow my pride and surrender myself to you for a single night for you to use me like a common tavern whore as roughly as you desire.” She finished, making the Orc’s reward sound much more enticing.
“I have never turned down a challenge, Baroness. I will not do so now.” Gara’ha assured the human as she began to peel her battle wear from her form. Her huge brown cock appeared from under her loincloth as she tugged it away and headed towards a comfortable surface. “Shall we then?” she said with a smile, eager to start.
The Baroness smiled smugly to herself. Where a normal woman would gaze upon such a frighteningly large woman and tighten her legs together at the sight of such a massive endowment. She pushed the other shoulder from her robes away and turned to join her. Her beautiful form was on full display as she approached the Orc.
“Yes, we shall.” She said confidently. That smug look ever hanging on her attractive features as a wave of her hand dimmed the lighting in the room.
Gara eyed the most comfortable thing in the chambers, naturally Penelope would have a bed of great comfort even in a place as lacking in comforts like Maldraxxus. She was entirely nude by the time she reached it, dropping her armor to the floor carelessly as she went before falling backwards onto the puffy and soft bed with a grin in Penelope’s direction.
The Baroness elegantly approached her bed where the Orc lay waiting, her cock already excitable and firm at the Human’s shapely pale body. “There was one thing I forgot to mention however.” Penelope remarked.
“What’s that, sweet cheeks?” The Orc said with a hungry lick of her lips and tusks at the sight before her.
“To remove the muzzle of a rabid dog is to invite being bitten. So…” Penelope spoke, waving her hand across the Orc. The fel green glow was soft and it spurred the nearby chains around the room to fly towards Gara. Wrapping around her wrists and ankles with a firm pull reinforced by magic beyond even such a mighty Orc’s strength.
“I would not have you unchained, beast. At least not ahead of seeing who wins our little wager.” Penelope said with that smug look of hers. “You creatures always did suit this kind of jewelry best.” She added with a chuckle. Tapping the chains that had even wrapped around the base of Gara’s cock.
Gara’ha pulled at the chains fruitlessly. They were no ordinary chains for her to break effortlessly from, she had let the allure of the Baroness catch her off guard and was now at a disadvantage in their little wager. She growled angrily and wore a snarl aimed at the smug noblewoman. “You best hope I don’t win this wager, human. I intend to ruin you for all who come after if I do.” She threatened, her teeth bared.
“We’ll see.” Penelope confidently retorted, lowering herself down onto the Orc’s rock hard shaft.
The challenge of strength had begun.