Orcmeat
Somehow Val has managed to avoid a good fuggin from Gara’ha all this time! That ends today though with this commission that I enjoyed doing. Hope you enjoy it too!
Commissioned by: @PrideOfOrcs
Normally her trips across the Barrens since the end of the fourth war have been uneventful and relatively safe. However, Val runs into Gara’ha on her latest mission of aid and quickly finds herself in a familiar predicament with an Orc of questionable morals.
“Imagine my surprise when I find the rumors of a beautiful Kaldorei walking across the Barrens alone are indeed true. I should have guessed it’d be –you-, Valnoressa.” Gara’ha grinned, her arms folded across her chest as she stood in Val’s path.
Val shook her head beneath her hood. “You’re mistaken, I’m not who you think I am.” She assured.
“Don’t take me for a fool, She-Elf. Faded as it may be, you carry that slave brand on your arm and the collar of legend sits around your neck, hide it as you may. Not to mention those wide shapely hips and and that fat ass of yours, not exactly common features on your kind.” Gara’ha said as she approached. That grin getting comfortable on her curled lips as she observed that scantily clad, loincloth wearing and so very appealing form up close.
Val blinked, peering down at her indeed wide hips and back over her shoulder at the large wagon she was dragging. She had definitely gotten shapely over the years, though it wasn’t entirely her fault. She suspected the collar had no small amount of a role in that with it’s magical manipulations.
Gara’ha approached, her palm reaching out to give a cheeky squeeze to the cute small pouch of belly fat on Val’s tummy. An uncommon feature on an Elven woman who preferred to be lithe, athletic and toned. Much like her girlfriend.
“My kind had a name for you during your slave days, did they not?” the Orc inquired, though it was clear she knew the answer already. “Orcmeat they called you. There was no greater a set of Elven holes for an Orc’s cock to feel the squeeze of than yours, they said.” Gara’ha recalled as she began to remove her own loincloth, eventually letting it fall away to the ground as she stood proudly before Val, her cock freed, semi-erect and still massive in spite of this.
Val’s brow raised as the large shaft sprung upward at full mast, the head poking into her tummy.
”When I’ve had my fill, I’ll let you go. In fact I’ll escort you the rest of the way to your destination. You might have some trouble walking after all.” The muscular Orc woman grinned again, giving Val’s tummy a couple of pokes with her cock as she casually attached one end of a long silver chain to the Elf’s legendary collar.
”Wh-… why are you chaining me?” Val blinked again as the familiar weight of captivity tugged on her collar. “You said you’d let me go when you’ve had your fill of me.”
”Yeah it’ll take a few days, Orcmeat. I’m sure you understand. This is a rare opportunity! My ancestors would frown upon me if I did not seize it to the fullest and I can’t have you sneaking off when I’m sleeping.” Gara’ha nodded firmly as she wrapped the chain around her forearm.
”A few days!? How many!” Val exclaimed.
”Oh just six or seven days. No biggie. Fourteen if your ass is as good as the stories say.” Gara’ha nodded sagely again, licking her lips mischievously as she peered down at the smaller yet so enticingly thick Elf. She had truely been blessed this day!
