Free Web NovelChapter 39: Sex Machine and Prowess Combo. The Orc Lady Screams in Pleasure *
The orc lady’s breath caught in her throat as Silas closed the distance between them. Her axe wavered, the crooked blade trembling in her grip. He could see the war in her eyes; fight or flight, but neither seemed natural to her. She was a predator who had never learned to hunt, a warrior who had never drawn blood.
"You’re not running," he observed, stopping just a few feet from where she stood cornered against her sorry excuse for a bed.
"I-I should kill you," she stammered, but her voice cracked. "You’re a stranger. You could be a spy from the humans or... or a slaver."
"Smooth Talker," Silas murmured under his breath, and the system hummed in acknowledgment. This was the first time he had actively willed the system to use the skill. He felt the skill settle over his voice like a second skin, weaving warmth and sincerity into every syllable. "Do I look like a slaver to you? Look at me. I’m lost and afraid. I don’t even know where I am, and the first thing I find is a beautiful woman pointing an axe at me."
The axe lowered by an inch as her green eyes flickered, uncertainty bleeding through the fear.
"I’m not beautiful," she said, but this time it wasn’t a rejection; it was a plea. She wanted him to argue.
[Target’s Interest: +65]
"I think you are." He took another step, close enough now to smell her, that strange, clean scent of earth and rain, not the rot he’d expected. Her skin was a deep forest green, smooth and unblemished. The fur-and-vine top barely contained her chest, the swell of her breasts straining against the crude bindings with every shallow breath she took. "What’s your name?"
"If I tell you... you’ll be my mate," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her knuckles were white around the axe handle.
"Sounds like a fair trade."
Her lips parted. She seemed to be wrestling with something deep inside her, some ingrained belief that she was unworthy. That she was too ugly, too weak, too different from the other orcs who had cast her out.
[Target’s Interest: +80]
"G-Gromda," she finally breathed. "My name is Gromda."
"Gromda." He rolled it on his tongue, watching her shiver. "That’s a strong name. A beautiful name."
"You’re lying." But she didn’t believe it. Her body was betraying her. The way her thighs pressed together, the way her nipples had hardened beneath the rough fabric, the way her breathing had gone shallow and quick.
Silas reached out slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, and laid his palm flat against her chest. Right above her heart. It hammered against his hand like a trapped bird.
"Desire Manipulation," he breathed, barely a whisper, and felt the system answer.
[Skill Activated: Desire Manipulation (Passive - Tier 1)]
[Target’s Base Attraction: Amplified]
[Target’s Inhibitions: Reduced]
[Target’s Arousal: Building]
The change was immediate. Gromda’s eyes widened, then went hazy. Her pupils dilated, while the axe clattered to the ground as her hands went slack, and she swayed toward him like a plant turning toward the sun.
"Silas..." His name left her lips like a prayer she didn’t know she was reciting.
[Target’s Interest: MAX]
[Target’s State: Aroused]
[Desire Manipulation: Successful]
"Take off your clothes," he said.
She didn’t hesitate. The fur and vines came apart with rough tugs, falling away to reveal her body in full: those massive, heavy breasts with dusky green nipples already peaked and aching, the flat expanse of her stomach rippling with muscles she didn’t know how to use, and lower, between her thick thighs, the dark cleft already glistening with anticipation. freewebnøvel.com
Silas didn’t bother with his own clothes. He quickly removed them and placed them somewhere, his cock springing free, already hard and flushed with need. He didn’t bring extra. He had forgotten completely. He was shorter than her, but right now, that didn’t matter. She looked at him like he was the only man in existence.
"Lie down."
She obeyed, falling back onto the crude bed of furs and dried leaves, her legs falling open without prompting. Her pussy was slick and ready, the lips swollen and dark, glistening in the dim light filtering through the hut’s gaps. She was wet. So fucking wet.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need-I’ve never~."
"Good," he cut her off. "Then I’ll be your first."
He climbed over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs. She was so much bigger than him, but she looked up at him with complete surrender, her green eyes glassy and desperate. Her chest heaved. Her hands found his shoulders, but didn’t push, just held on, as if he was the only solid thing in a world that had always rejected her.
He didn’t ease into her. There was no slow build, no teasing fingers, no gentle kisses. He grabbed her thick hip with one hand, lined his cock up with her soaked entrance, and drove into her with one brutal, animal thrust.
Gromda screamed, not in pain, but in raw, overwhelming pleasure. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, hot and tight and drenched, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck," Silas hissed through gritted teeth. She was tight. So goddamn tight. And hot, like fucking a furnace wrapped in silk.
He pulled back and slammed into her again. And again. There was no rhythm, no finesse, just raw, pounding need. His balls slapped against her wet flesh with every thrust. Her moans turned into grunts, her grunts into wordless cries as she bucked beneath him, meeting his strokes with desperate jerks of her hips.
"Yes-yes-don’t stop—please don’t stop—" Gromda babbled, her head thrashing from side to side. Drool collected at the corner of her mouth. Her breasts bounced wildly with each impact, and Silas leaned down to sink his teeth into one of her nipples, biting hard enough to make her scream again.
He fucked her like he was trying to break her. Like he was punishing her for being born into this world. Like he was claiming every inch of her body for himself.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in. Her pussy spasmed, fluttering and gripping, and she came with a wail that probably carried halfway across the camp. Her whole body convulsed beneath him, her slick gushing around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her through her orgasm, fucking her through the aftershocks, watching her eyes roll back in her head.
"More," she begged, her voice hoarse. "More, more, more—"
He flipped her over, grabbed her by the hips, and yanked her onto all fours. Her huge ass pressed back against him, and he didn’t bother admiring it. He just lined up and drove into her from behind, deeper this time, hitting something that made her scream into the furs.
The hut filled with the sound of wet, slapping flesh. Gromda’s cries were muffled by the bedding. Her fingers clawed at the ground as he took her, each thrust harder than the last, building toward his own release.
He came with a guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cum flooding her in hot, thick pulses. She clenched around him, milking every drop, and collapsed beneath him, trembling and spent.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then Silas pulled out, already thinking about the EXP, the CP, and whatever else the system had promised him.
Gromda rolled onto her back, her chest heaving, her thighs glistening with their combined release. She looked up at him with something that might have been awe.
"You’re really my mate now," she whispered.
[Quest Complete: Conquer the Orc Lady]
[+200 EXP]
[+100 CP]
[Bonus: +50 CP (First Time)]
[Bonus: +1 Skill Point (Animalistic Conquest)]
