“You uh… Sure this is what you want?” Magnus said to me, his bearded scruffy face breaking into a goofy, confused smile. I placed a hand under the heft of his belly and simply nodded. We kissed again, and I took my opportunity to push us into the room and face the bed at last.
“More.” The Orc says simply, licking his lips. Fresh semen dripped down his disheveled face, covering the dried remnants from previous visitors. The gentle movement of chains echoes in the large stone room. “If this is the best you can do, Human… you’ve already lost the moment I’m free from these shackles.”
“You lost contact with your old Orc adventuring partner years ago, but received a mysterious letter from him asking to meet in a special spot. You make camp as night arrives, anxious about what might happen, when you hear movement in the brush…”
He looked down at me, seeing the obvious erection in my shorts, and smiled, his eyes meeting my own again. “I’m… uh, flattered…” Eli said quietly, adjusting his glasses. “…I thought you were watching but I didn’t know if I was just imagining things. Being alone all day does things to you.” He smiled sheepishly.
