Orc Futa and her prince

An orc and her prince: Morgas home village

All characters are 18 years of age or older. This is a fictional story and is not to be emulated.

As Morga and Lilly approached the city gates, they were met with the curious gaze of the other futa orcs who stood guard. These formidable warriors, with their towering frames and imposing presence, looked at Lilly with knowing glances, their expressions tinged with amusement and speculation.

Word had spread quickly through the orcish community of Morga's exploits, and there was an air of anticipation surrounding her arrival. As they passed through the gates, Lilly couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over him, acutely aware of his diminutive size and delicate features compared to the imposing figures around him.

To Lilly's surprise, he was quickly stripped of his clothing, his garments deemed unnecessary in the eyes of the orcish guards. All he was left with was a simple loincloth, barely covering his modesty as he stood exposed before the scrutiny of his new companions.

Morga, on the other hand, wore a simple band of leather that covered her nipples and a loincloth that accentuated her impressive endowment, a symbol of her status and authority among her people. She stood tall and proud, her gaze steady and unwavering as she surveyed her surroundings with a sense of quiet confidence.

As they made their way through the bustling streets of the orcish city, Lilly couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension at the stares and whispers that followed them wherever they went. He knew that their arrival had not gone unnoticed, and that rumors would soon spread like wildfire through the city.

Lilly's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the sight of the other orcish women, towering and robust like Morga, with impressive endowments that rivaled hers. He had never seen such a display of feminine power and dominance, each woman exuding an aura of raw sensuality that left him breathless.

The streets were alive with the sounds of passion and desire, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Orcs of all shapes and sizes indulged in carnal pleasures openly, their primal urges unleashed without restraint.

Lilly's heart raced as he watched orcish women ravish other races, their large cocks pounding into human boys and girls, as well as other elves. The sight of such uninhibited lust and desire stirred something primal within him, igniting a fire of longing and arousal that burned hot and fierce.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle unfolding before him, his body tingling with anticipation as he imagined himself in their place, surrendering to the overpowering dominance of an orcish woman in public. It was a world unlike any he had ever known, a world where pleasure reigned supreme and inhibitions were cast aside in favor of unbridled ecstasy.

As they made their way through the crowded streets, Lilly felt a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. He knew that he was about to embark on a journey unlike any other, a journey that would push him to his limits and beyond.

But deep down, he also knew that he wouldn't have it any other way. For in the arms of Morga and her fellow orcish women, he had found a sense of belonging and acceptance that he had never known before. And as they continued on their path, he embraced the unknown with open arms, eager to explore the depths of his desires in this new and intoxicating world of pleasure and passion.

As Lilly and Morga approached Morga's house, Lilly was greeted by Morga's three friends, all imposing and formidable women. Canaan, Sodoma, and Gomorrah stood before him, their towering figures casting long shadows in the fading light.

Canaan, the eldest of the trio, exuded an air of wisdom and authority. Her piercing gaze seemed to bore into Lilly's soul, sizing him up with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Despite her imposing presence, there was a warmth in her eyes that hinted at a kind heart beneath her stern exterior.