Bazoom {NSFW 18+ Story}

Venser's Bedroom, The Dragon's Head Tavern and Inn, Vorland, 1439 ATC

''... Hold on, hold on... Err... No! No. You are not a pig... Hic! Yer actually sexy for hat you are... Hic! Ya know what genes are, kiwis, and now the word sexy... One traveled orc you are... Hic!'' To him, The pair were engaged in an abysmally deep philosophical debate on the subject of the connotations of love and beauty, the likes of which had not been known for centuries, or will not be known by the greatest romantic scholars. But, the dialogue could be perceived as simply as the following: ''Hic! You are dat sexy...'' There was a clutter as he had knocked over a few more tankards while attempting to reach over the bar to grab a cloth.

''Ehhhh...'' Venser got out of his chair and removed his top, slapping it onto Bazoom's bosom to try to wipe off the mead he had spilt. ''Lemme help you...''

"Tshhh..." She hissed dismissively through her small tusks, already finding he was embellishing.

"Yew humies lookit my kind and shudder and kill us, er… Yew Venser... I dunno, pitch a tent... dependin' on the place I walk inta'..."

A deep discussion for the ages, surely. To be written in the books and kept in a great library or archive somewhere, so future generations may truly know what beauty is like. Or something along those lines. "Whatchu' doin'..?" Bazoom looked down, too numbed to really care, watching him wipe at her heavy bustline, with the fabric being tugged at.

"Yew humies an' yer manners... Wipin' up on a woman like dat. Lucky you's not at a dinner perty er summin'.."

''Hic! The bourbon itself isn't going to clean itself off... You heard of genes and kini but dunno about the words- Hic! The words- Hic! Thank you ya handsome hooman...'' He said as he continued to wipe the spilt mead on her bustline with his tunic. He cracked his neck a few times and placed his hands on his sides, his muscular torso and barreled chest on full display.

''Lucky... Hic! Lucky... Hic! Luckyy- Hic! I could totally show you the privvy room now.''

"Oh gods 'ere we go.." She wiped her face off, and blinked a few times to focus on the human who was finishing up his 'cleaning'. "Oh yeh! You still gotsa' show me yer privvy room... yew said after da' keg and shit... You'd show me it." Bazoom stumbled to her feet, the bar stool at long last gaining a much needed break from her weight putting enough tension to break tempered glass. "Tssh, c'mon den..." Standing tall at six feet and six inches, it'd be a sure thing no one would harrass you with this creature following you around.

''Yes we will... Hic!'' He said taking the greenskin's hand to lead her to his room. ''Hic! Sexy... Orcseses lookin' for a bed breaking partner. Hic! I said this was the best place for an adventure party and... Hic! A little... Those two letters that go together... Hic!''

"...Wut." She was already being led hand-in-hand with the human, to wherever his private quarters were. "Ey I didn' say nuffin' bout dat but... If you's offerin'.." The half-orc trailed off, stomping along with loud clunks and creaks against the wooden flooring. It was painfully easy to keep track of her movements, stealth being where she lacked the most.

''Relaxin'- Hic! In the best way we know, drinking and violence and R and R... You gonna be able to walk? Bah... Lemme save the walking... Hold on...'' Both of them disappeared in a quick, cloud of thick red smoke and reappeared down the left hall in front of a door that looked different than the others. Some parts of the door were discolored, due to Venser getting drunk too many times and throwing various bottles of liquor at his door. He pushed the door open with one hand and let out a huff. "And here's where I spend a lot of time..."

"I mean yeh, is what we fuckin' do neh? Is what we known fer... too bad I guess.." Bazoom kept trailing off, that inkling of melancholy was creeping in, but the sudden flux of positions left her momentarily stunned. "Wha..? Where. Wut?" She propped her shoulder against the door frame, following her gracious host with a stupid grin. "Shit. Guess magics ain't too bad.. Saved me sum time..."

Venser's room was fairly big. A queen sized bed lay by the windows, and it was covered in turqouise silk sheets and he had about a dozen pillows all with furry gold throwovers. Off to the left was a fine oak wardrobe with a few neatly organized dresses. Beside that was a mannequin wearing a comedy theater mask. To the right of the bed was a neatly organized desk with a few decorative pieces of armor sitting there. Above Venser's bed was a multicolored painting of a woman's vagina, and below that was a place where a sword would have been displayed.

''Oh come on... People are a lot more fun when drunk! Ha ha!'' He took Bazoom's arm and pulled her into the room with him. ''Privvy!''

The muscular half-orc looked around for a few moments to register the environment she'd just stumbled into, while closing the door behind her with a boot, then yanked even further within the personal quarters. "Privvy's right... all fancy an' stuff..." She scratched her head, not used to being surrounded by such oppulent stuff. "Wow..." Then she looked up at the painting, squinted at it, then widened her eyes with a silent laugh coming out. "I gots ona' dem!"

''Still- Hic! Still wet?"' The handsome bearded man asked moving around her, kicking off his bright crimson boots. Directly to the left of Venser's bed, stood a nightstand. And on that nightstand was a long white feather that glowed whitish blue, illuminating the room in a beautiful light.

She looked down at her heavily constricted bust, seeing that only a bit of mead was left, but mostly cleaned. "Uhh... Depends on whatcher' talkin 'bout..." Bazoom murred. Only thing more intimidating than an enraged orc, is a horny one.

"Whassattttt?" The half-orc jabbed a finger at the feather, trying to look around him to see what it was.

Ven stepped to the side a bit and chuckled at her implication. ''These... Are they still wet?'' He asked grasping both of her large, perfectly round breasts that sat high and firm on her body, covered by the leather and metal top. ''Mead... Hic! Everywhere...''

Bazoom looked down at her constricted tits, and sighed, before reaching behind herself to undo a metal right that held the fabric tightly on her back. "I gotsa' see if any's in der..." When her top slacked even slightly, her bountiful mammaries pushed the fabric to the floor in one quick swish. They hanged freely with dark nipples, she could easily fill a double E cup from how much was suddenly hanging. "Shit... Das gonna be a pain ta' get on lata'..."

''Forget about later... Clothes are a prison anyhow.'' The handsome bearded bartender said with a seductive, slightly animalistic growl as he raised both hands up and grasped her breasts again, giving them a light squeeze as he fondled them. His fingers tweaked her perky nipples as he began to tug on them, one of his hands trailing down the rest of her muscular, perfectly toned body. ''And now the rest of this...''

"Mrr..." She made a sound resembling a growl, when her hefty mounds were grasped. "Mhh... feels good when dey's get held.. Lotsa weight." Bazoom muttered, before giving them a nice little shake for him to admire from so close up. "Aye. You gotta do the unwrappin', or wanna let a orc show ya' how we strip?"

''Oh ho... What fun.'' He said licking his lips as he ran both hands up the sides of her body now, feeling every curve and muscle of it. He pushed the sides of his baggy red pants down only a tad to expose the V shaped lines below his toned stomach, and then hopped down on the bed, watching her. ''Show me how an orc can strip...''

"Neheheh..." She snickered, before snorting. Licking her tusks while his hands roamed her curved form. Obviously built for the elements, and brute strength. Her eyes trailing down his own form to see just what he was bringing to the table. Oh, that tease... leaving it just down enough to torment her.

"Aight. Sit back and pitch a nice tent fer Bazoom eh?" She started with her weapons and backpack. Unslinging them to toss them against the wall for later. Next, her plates. Unsnipping them so they fell to the floor, revealing more muscle, more green... Then her belt, which held teeth and a wolf skull that held her bottoms in place. She slung the belt toward her gear, and spread her legs a bit so her thumb could hook into her chainmail bottoms. Pulled on just enough to let him see her V shape as well, and just the upper tip of her clit, equally dark as her nipples. Her boots were easy enough, kicking them off, now left in slack chainmail shorts and her warm stockings for the winter. Oddly effeminate now, for a greentusk especially...

Already it was rising of it’s own accord, hardened and visibly twitching with anticipation of making her acquaintance beneath the baggy dark crimson pants that barely stayed on. His mouth slightly agape as he slowly watched the greenskin strip, little by little showing her every part of her form. He could not wait to se all of her, and get the full tour...

''Already did...'' Venser said slowly as he began to rub the fabric on the outside of his crotch, ever so eager to pull the rest down.

The half-orc chuckled low, before finally going all the way to undo her bottoms, and let everything hit the floor while she faced away from him. So her lush, beautiful green ass was on display. Full, thick, bubbled, a travesty to have it hidden behind such conservative clothing. Just below her ass, was the very bottom of her labia, barely visible as she remained her back to him. The fleshy lips the same color as her nips. "Tada, humie."

The power of boners was a strong thing. Never being strong enough to do this in his life, he extended his left hand and his mark flashed greenish white. ''C'mere...'' A green aura surrounded the greenskin as she was pulled over to the bed. Still holding his hand out he sat up in the bed, pulling the sides of his baggy red pants down, and then finally the front, allowing his thick, hardened cock to spring free.

Bazoom was actually enjoying putting on the show, teasing the human male in a way she could obviously see was working.

"I can see a lil' summin' der..." She purred, before suddenly she was being pulled toward him slowly by... Looked like magic. "Wh-..." Coming closer, and closer, while he finally exposed himself too. Fair's fair, right?

When she was at the foot of his bed, he slid out and moved in front of her, using all the strength he had to push Bazoom onto her back, gripping her sides and spreading her legs, his hardened member poking at her crotch a few times in a teasing manner. He circled the head of his cock at her entrance and leaned in, letting out that slightly animalistic seductive growl and running hins tongue along her jawline. He bit at her lip before pressing his lips against hers, leaning in more so that her large breasts squashed up against his chest.

Bazoom fell back onto the bed with her heavy form making the bed creak beneath her just a little bit. Built sturdy enough, surely. "Oof..." Then her thick legs were spread, so her darkly colored lips were exposed and even slightly parted from the stretching she was doing. "Mhhh..." She let out a long, low breathy sound of approval. Almost as good as the filling, was the head playing with and parting the lips with lewd slurps and squelches. Their lips met, which prompted the half-orc to devour his mouth. Pushing her tongue deep into his throat so she could taste him with animalistic growls and grunts. Obviously more than eager to see how hard she can make a human cum...

''Mhm!'' He felt her tongue force it's way into his mouth and he gave in, his own tongue flickering around her tongue. They swirled around in their mouths like two koi fish in a pond of lust. His cock twitched, oozing droplets of milky liquid that trail down his shaft. His cock spread her lips apart before he pushed himself into her without any warning. ''Mrmhmm...!'' He groaned into her mouth as his cock buried itself repeatedly inside of her, his hands gripping to her sides.

"Guagh!" Bazoom threw her head back quickly, and clenched hard around his cock like a vice. Her fingers curled and toes folded in when he pounded deep inside her spacious, accomodating hole. For being a she-orc, her pussy was a bit bigger, more of a home to cocks that weren't attached to big monsters.

"Nn! Oh gods... Fuck dat pussy like it's yers, Venser... Harder!" Bazoom barked, already hungry for more while her powerful legs coiled around him, pulling him deeper inside of her to swallow up that length like it was nothing. "Rrg!"

He thrusted fast and hard into her, pulling her back onto his cock and making her grunt. He fucks as if he is an animal mating, only concerned with taking his pleasure and reaching his goal. ''Mhm! Yes!'' The handsome bearded man licked at her lips against and buried his face into her neck, sucking and biting on a certain spot until it left a dark mark. He let out a gasp of pleasure and moved his head to the other side, doing the same as he pounded in and out of her, his hands traveling underneath Bazoom, grasping her fat, perfectly round ass.

"Nnnoh, fuck!" Bazoom swore into the ceiling, pushing his face into her neck when her hand touched the back of his hair. Her thick, muscled thighs clamped into him, while her ankles crossed behind his back to keep him locked in. Guiding his thrusts with her legs and feet pushing him inside her extra hard. "NNF!"

The man flipped them both over with surprising strength and let out a loud moan when Bushuk's pussy completely swallowed his cock. ''Ride me. HARD.'' Venser said with an arrogant twang in his voice, with a side of dominance. He grasped her rump with both hands and smacked it once. He dug his rough fingers into her plush pillows and pulls her down, slowly impaling her on his throbbing, veiny shaft and engulfing his member in her hot wet walls. He moans lowly, leaning forward to nip at her lip as he gave her rear a harsh smack and shoves her down further onto his pole until her ass meets his thighs and his heavy ballsack. ''Arghhh... Yes! Yes Bazoom!''

"Hooah!" The surprised half orc woman was flipped over, now straddling the bartender merc man, and wasted no time in doing what a girl had to do. With every smack of her plush, jaw-dropping ass, she rode him harder, using her powerful muscles to lift herself up and drop down onto him quickly, spearing herself on that slab of man meat that was making it's home inside her.

"Nng! FUCK... Betta' hold on tight, humie. Hate ta' sprain summin'.." She quickened her riding, one hand on his tummy while the other pulled his hair back. Lewd, sickening slaps and slurps filled the room from how wet she was, not meant for human cocks mind you, so the added moisture made him slip in and out with great ease as the bed frame began to creak under pressure.

''Ah! Ah!'' The bed was creaking noisily as the powerful half-orc rode him.

''Do your worst! Ah ha ha,..!'' Venser moaned in pleasure and happily watched as Bushuk's large breasts bounced up and down in front of him. The sound of her nice, large, round ass slapping against his thighs as she rode him hard filled the air combined with the slurps. ''Ooh...!'' Her slit hugged his cock in a way it had never been hugged before, and how hard she was coming down on him. ''Ah! Ah yes! Lean down... I wanna taste you...'' He said in between heavy moans and groans while smacking her rump with one hand, eventually leaving red marks.

The half-orc was pinning this poor human to the bed with all her might, crushing down his cock so it buried deep inside of her, almost enough so the head could kiss her cervix.

"Nnuh..! Fuck yeh, gitchu' a taste a' some green..." She leaned down with one hand on the bed to support her while her ass was slapped, and hips slamming down onto him that made the bed quake and groan in distress. Surely audible to anyone outside.

Again and again he pulls back, but only to push in again and fill her completely, his face brushed up against her bouncing chesties, he nudged them and then began to suck on her perky nipples. His cock was getting choked, and he felt himself getting close as she bounced up and down on him, his cock slick with both of their juices. He grasped her ass with both hands and began to mould it in his hands, his nails digging into it

Bazoom looked over her shoulder, watching her fat ass jiggle and bounce whenever he pummeled into her relentlessly. Grinning like an idiot, with a red flushed face that betrayed the heat she found herself in. "Ooo... fuck dat pussy, humie.. prove dem orc men wrong." She growled, now bottoming out on his manhood to wring it dry like a wet t-shirt. "You's gettin' close.. I's can feel it. Whatcha' gonna do humie?" She taunted him, now looking down at the trapped male that was lost in his own world.

Venser had lost count of the amount of times he felt his shaft suddenly slicked by the rush of her hot, sweet nectars.She practically sucked at him as he pumped her spasming depths! His own howls of pleasure growing deeper, longer with every stroke. She could feel him pulsing so wildly inside of her. Throbbing against those clenching walls each time they spasmed around him. ''Getting-'' Causing the walls of her depths to stretch even further... Venser's head jerked back hard. His green tinted raven hair flipping back from those tawny eyes that now burned like flames.. His mouth hanging open only heated cries of pleasure had a hope of escaping his lips.

"Ah! GOTTA CUM!" He growled out, perhaps more a warning than an announcement... For the moment the first potent load of seed gushed into her belly, Venser's hips began hammering away like a steam powered piston! The sudden shock of climax, the pleasured tingles that run through the body... But he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping just yet! More and more of that sticky spunk filled Bushuk's depths! Venser's ferocious strokes and ever flowing river of seed forced Bushuk's already filled pussy to over flow! His cum running down along her jiggling green ass, and mingling with her juices that soaked the silk sheets beneath them. ''AH! YEAH! YEAH!'' His tongue hung out of his mouth while his cock twitched and sprayed around inside of the she-orc. Holy fuck where was it all coming from?

"NUGGHHHHH!" Bazoom's bosom heaved as she lifted herself up, fists curled and slammed herself down again as she felt his seed enter her womb, and when their hips connected again the legs of the bed broke and hit the ground with a thud, and the muscular women's fists came smashing down into Venser's face before everything went black.