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The lobby of this social club in Porthcawl was decadent, full of nobles, rich dignitaries and Elves keeping up conversations with one another, their frail and delicate frames meshing well with the old paintings, ornate tableware and surely expensive rugs surrounding them. Urgran the Orc and Gideon the Wizard sat in a far corner, speaking with the Elven host of the club as it looked over every facet of the Orc, as if congratulating themselves on finding such a specimen.
The Elf watched Urgran with unblinking, ethereal eyes, gently grasping at a cup of tea and taking a sip using its mandibles. Gideon shifted uncomfortably, trying to stay as small as possible as the Orc stared, a flush quickly creeping across his face.
“How much… how much gold was this job?” Urgran said with a mumble, looking back at Gideon as the wizard quickly fished out a notebook to check his tables.
“…Enough to cover our expenses until next month… and maybe some extra on top of that.”
-“So all I have to do…”
”Is lay there on the floor and let my patrons use you, yes.” The Elf interrupted, their tone as impassive as ever, and as it took another sip, the Orc could almost make out a cruel smile playing across its otherwise alien face. “I’m willing to pay a premium for my patrons to have such an… unusual subject to explore.”
“We’ll do it!” Gideon answered before Urgran could even consider denying the job, the human shaking hands with the Elf as it swayed from the ungraceful movements. Soon enough the transaction was complete, and with a considerable bag of gold in hand, Urgran found himself at the place this “job” was supposed to take place.
Among the paintings and shelves of curios, splattered with cleaned up cum, was a hole in the wall the Orc was supposed to lie inside of.
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A warm finger, slicked with spit, pressed itself firmly against Urgran’s puckering green hole, making the Orc on the other side groan in surprise from the sudden intrusion. He stayed still as instructed, his hands digging into the floor as the digit pushed harder, and with a pop, found itself past his ring and inside. Even with lubrication, the Orc struggled to resist the urge to move as the digit delved deeper and deeper, gradually introducing another to widen and probe his insides.
“Ungh…” was all the Orc could muster, his cock already hard and sandwiched between his body and the cold tile floor. The two fingers, now three, tenderly moved around, feeling the walls of his ass and almost savoring every contour, being careful to not move too quickly or too hard. It was like heaven, and as Urgran could feel himself relaxing, he took more of those fingers inside of him, resting comfortably at the knuckles before being removed. He felt himself moan at the departure, feeling empty before something new, and harder, pressed itself against him.
The Orc felt delicate hands grasping his hips as his partner’s cock pressed inside. He realized his partner’s gentle, cautious movements from moments before were just reconnaissance, to see how far he could be fucked, how loose and ready his hole was without breaking.
Urgran growled and thrust his hips forward, letting his thick cock spring free and pulse beneath him as the man above moved faster and more frantically. He had never experienced such fucking before—never this deep, never this long. As every spot inside him screamed out in satisfaction, he felt his own orgasm approach, his shaft grinding against the tiles for added friction. The Orc screamed out as the man on the other side lost control, shoving his hips into Urgrans’ backside and shooting his load, filling him up in a way he never thought possible.
The Orc hadn’t cum himself yet, and before he could even think about doing so, another cock was lining itself up to his spent hole, shoving itself inside and not even giving him a moment to accommodate.
“My dear Orc. You won’t be able to finish until the last of our club members do.” The Elf’s voice rang out from across the room. “And I’ll have you know it’s a full house tonight.”