The Whisper of Life [Gay Orcs]

Part 8

Special thanks to my buddy Avi, for giving me editing advice! Following the short story "When The Need Arises", chapters from now on will feature an update on how I format and edit my writing. Hope you enjoy it!

A heartbeat would pass, then another, before Ore let out a sigh. It wasn't a sigh of relief, not fully. The orc king was still very wary of the ritual, the pain coinciding with it having been foretold to be unbearable at best. Still, he respected Roman's decision, nodding to the agreement.

With Roman fully agreeing to the plan, there really wasn't much else to do but work out the details. Ore went over the ritual details with Roman, while informing him what kind of materials were needed for it in order to have a successful outcome.

Both hunks were very glad that the ritual didn't need any sacrifice of life. If Ore had an inkling of that, or of a potential harm to anyone, he'd have the entire process stopped. Though, he was sure that Roman would also have a similar reaction.

"Alright. Then it is settled. We will perform the ritual tonight." Ore stated as he stood up. They were still in the mess hall, their meal finished several moments ago. "You should go pick up the wolf pup from Ug. I'll go gather the ingredients needed." The orc king would add, with a soft, devilish smile on his face.

Knowing that half of those ingredients were lewd in nature, seed from various men, made Roman blush deeply. "Um.. Do you have a bowl upstairs? I can gather my own seed while I wait.." Roman would offer, slowly standing up by Ore's side.

A soft chuckle would emerge from the orc's throat, gently pulling the man into a side hug. "Bowls I have, little one. But I wish to be the one who milks your long, hard, throbbing manhood. Refrain from playing with yourself. I know it's hard to resist the temptation, but just for this time, please do so." The orc would tease the younger man, ending his speech with a kiss on the dark skinned man's forehead.

"A-Alright, Sir.." Roman's trembling voice replied, as his body pushed globules of precum through his shaft and onto his pants. He was sure he had a wet spot on his bulge, which made him blush even more when the orc king placed his massive hand on it.

Just hearing that "Sir" coming from his creation, made the massive orc growl low in his throat. Fuck.. If it wasn't for this fucking ritual, I'd have him on my cock already.. He thought to himself, barely controlling himself. Instead, Ore pulled the man even closer to his frame, essentially engulfing him with his own massive, orcish body.

"Keep that up and I'll show you who your Sir is, son." Ore said by the human's ear, voice as low as it could get, but still exceptionally powerful. The orc king kept Roman against his massive frame, with his hand still caressing the human's throbbing bulge. That allowed him to feel the long, deep shudder course through Roman's body.

With a very audible gulp, Roman nodded softly. He was at the mercy of this giant beast and he loved every damned second of it. Instead of pulling away and maybe saving some face, Roman found himself massaging the orc's powerful chest. So big.. So strong... He is a god amongst orcs.. Roman thought to himself, arousing himself even more with his thoughts.

Sparing his creation from further arousal, Ore freed that bulge from his hand, letting it drop two or so inches. That hefty, clearly aroused bulge bounced a bit, making the orc raise an eyebrow. What Made Ore whistle though, was that there was precum in his palm, clearly from holding Roman's arousal for so long, which was odd and impressive, given that Roman was wearing leather pants. Must have leaked from the seams.. The king mused.

"Well I'll be damned! I made a man who is hornier than orcs!" Ore teased his partner with a hearty laugh, patting his back in the process.

With that, the two men parted ways, to follow their plan for the rest of the day.