Side Story — The Orc
Clack.
The cell bars locked. Heavy footsteps faded down the corridor and cut off with the screech of an elevator's iron door sliding shut.
Park Hyejin heard it all from where she lay face-down on the floor.
…He's gone.
The iron plate against her cheek was cold. Only when she drew a breath did air finally reach the bottom of her lungs. It was over. For now, at least.
A hollow laugh slipped out of her.
…I'm alive.
And then—
Rattle. Rattle.
The bars were shaking.
Hyejin's shoulders, still pressed to the floor, jerked. She managed to turn her head, and a moss-gray bulk filled everything beyond the bars.
A lesser orc.
Spit strung long between its yellowed tusks. A nostril wedged through the gap flared and pinched, drinking in the smell pooled inside the solitary cell. A thick hand seized the iron rods and rattled them hard, but the locked door would not open.
"Grrrk…"
A locked door. A monster that couldn't come in.
The corner of Hyejin's mouth twisted upward.
She planted her trembling arms and pushed her torso up. Just as she used to behind the store counter, she lifted her chin.
"…Hey."
Her voice cracked. She spat the rest out anyway.
"What are you looking at? You can't get in, can you? You pathetic piece of shit."
The orc cocked its head. One way, then the other.
"Grrk?"
Laughter burst out of her, half a sob mixed in.
"Yeah, just stand there and drool. Get lost, you stupid—!"
The orc regripped the bars. Both hands. Two iron rods.
And then—
A grinding shriek of metal.
The rods bowed outward. Flakes of rust showered down, and the plate floor where the bars were rooted buckled and lifted. The orc shoved a shoulder through the widened gap.
A long metallic scream. Then a clang.
At that sound, Hyejin's heart dropped straight through the floor. The chin she'd raised locked where it was.
"…Ah…"
The moss-gray bulk squeezed through the gap and stepped into the cell. Behind it, the bars—bent like pulled taffy—swung loose.
Click. Click. Click.
Teeth. Her own, knocking together. The arm braced on the floor shook, then gave out.
"Ah, no… that's… I, I was just…"
The orc took a step in.
Another. Its flaring nostrils aimed between her thighs.
She flinched.
"F-fuck… get out… I said get out… please…!"
Hyejin twisted and crawled. A handspan. Two.
The chain rasped taut around her ankle. That was as far as she went.
And the drug was still a long way from wearing off. Just dragging herself across the floor set the insides of her scraped thighs tingling.
Thud. Thud.
The orc came closer. Then it crouched behind her and slid a log-thick arm under each thigh.
"Kyaaah! Don't!!"
Her body lifted.
Her thighs caught on the orc's forearms and spread wide to either side, and her back slammed straight into its chest. Her feet left the floor.
It was hot. And it was rough.
Hide like stone clung to her bare back beneath the rolled-up knit. Beyond it, a huge heart thudded against her spine. Damp, fishy breath poured over the nape of her neck.
"Put me down, put me down…! You monster bastard…!"
She thrashed her legs. Her toes only kicked empty air. She clawed at the orc's forearms, but the hide under her nails didn't so much as twitch. Another of the rhinestone charms she'd spent so long setting popped clean off.
No ground to brace on. No wall to grab.
Then the orc buried its nose in her hair.
Sniff. Sniff-sniff.
"…Kkh—achoo!"
Perfume. The orc wrinkled the bridge of its nose hard and shook its head, and a spray of spit flicked onto Hyejin's cheek.
"…F-fuck…!"
The orc didn't care. Instead it lowered its muzzle and licked the nape of her neck.
A wet drag.
"Hiiik…!"
A broad, raspy tongue. It swept from her nape to the shell of her ear in one pass, smearing fishy spit all the way into the canal. Goosebumps rose along the trail it left.
"D-don't… it's filthy…!"
Lick. Lick.
Her mouth said filthy, but her shoulder kept twitching, tilting toward the tongue.
The orc pushed its hips forward.
A blunt, hot penis pressed up from below and mashed her outer lips apart.
"…!"
Her breath stopped.
But it didn't go in.
Slip.
The glans skidded over her wet cunt and glanced upward. The shaft ground across her clit as it passed.
"Hnn…!"
"Grrk?"
The orc cocked its head, then pushed again.
Slip.
It missed again. This time it slid downward, dragging a long line down the cleft of her ass.
"Ah, ah…! N-not there…!"
A third time. A fourth. Every time the orc grunted and drove its hips in, the glans rubbed up and down between her cunt-lips—squelch, squelch—neatly missing the hole. The empty opening clenched and gaped on its own.
…Why.
Why won't it go in…
Hyejin bit her lip. What kind of thought was that, right now.
The fifth time.
The glans that had been sliding caught.
It was thick. A crude cock, veins bulging in ridges. Its head split her swollen inner lips and seated itself exactly against her soaked cunt.
"Ah, no… that won't fit… it really won't fit…!"
The orc loosened its arms.
That was all.
Hyejin's body sank under her own weight.
A wet, forced stretch.
"Hi—kkkhhh…!!"
Her cunt was pried open. The glans driving in crushed her front wall whole and ground along it as far as she sank. No—what was going down was her. Her own weight was threading her cunt onto the orc's cock.
It stopped halfway. Her thighs were lifted again.
A dragging pull. As the glans withdrew, the folds inside her caught one by one and were hauled out with it, pink inner flesh drawn past the rim.
"Ah, aah… take it, take it out…"
And it let go again.
A heavy drop.
"Ook…!!"
This time it went all the way. A blunt impact stamped against her cervix, punched through her lower belly, struck her solar plexus, and surged up into her throat. Something neither quite a breath nor a scream was crushed out of her open mouth.
Lifted, and dropped.
Lifted, and dropped.
No technique. No rhythm. Shaking a toy it happened to be holding, up and down—that was all it was to the orc.
"Grrk, grrrk!"
Delighted, the orc laughed from deep in its throat.
But that simple repetition, on a body steeped in the drug…
"Ha, hauk…! Anh, aaang…! This, this feels wrong…!"
Every time she dropped, her front wall was scraped raw, and the clit crushed against its groin was mashed flat. From the scraped place something electric shot only upward—past her navel into the center of her chest, and from there a crackling all the way out to the tips of her nipples.
Her legs, spread in the air, swayed. Curled toes scratched at nothing. With nowhere to plant her feet, there was nowhere to put her strength. All her cunt could do was clamp down on the cock driving into it.
A tight squeeze.
Clenching only made it scrape harder.
"Hiiit…! Kk, kkiiit…!"
Wet slap. Wet slap. Wet slap.
Every time her ass struck the orc's groin, fluid sprayed. Slick, whipped to foam between cock and cunt-lips, stretched into threads, then snapped and fell.
Drip. Drip.
Far below, on the iron plate, dark stains spread one by one.
…It's falling.
That much…
The moment those stains entered Hyejin's lowered eyes, the orc let go again.
Thud.
"Ah, ahhnn…!!"
Her gaze snapped upward.
But—
The orc stopped.
Halfway through a lift, it pulled one hand free and scratched vigorously at its own ass.
Hyejin's body, hung from a single arm, tilted and swayed. Only the tip of the glans was still barely caught in her cunt.
Gape. Gape.
Between her spread outer lips, the hole mouthed at the empty space and let it go.
…Ah, no.
This isn't…
Her hips twitched. Downward. On their own.
One thick segment slid in.
"Ah, ah… no… it's not, it's nooot…"
Another. Her ass was dropping ahead of her own weight.
The orc slid its scratching hand back under her thigh, looked down, and cocked its head.
"Grrk?"
Then its yellow tusks split in a grin.
It tightened both arms under her thighs and hauled her, legs still spread, tight against its chest, until her back and ass were buried whole in that moss-gray mass of flesh. It wasn't lifting and dropping anymore.
The orc snapped its own hips up from below.
A slam.
"Kyaaaaaah…!!♡"
Impaled, her ass bounced into the air, and before it could come down the next thrust rammed up into her.
Thud. Thud-thud. A heavier slam.
There was no such thing as a beat. It would pound in three or four times in a rush, then stop with itself buried to the root and roll its hips in a circle. The glans ground against her cervix while the inner folds twisted and wound around it whole.
"Oh, ooook…! D-don't turn it…! If you stir it inside, inside…!"
Instead of answering, the orc kept its groin pressed flush and rubbed back and forth. Stiff hair crushed her swollen outer lips and roughly mashed her stiff clit.
"Hi, hiiik…! If you do that there too…!! Ah, aaaang…!"
Then, with no warning at all—bang. Bang. Bang.
Every upward slam drove pleasure from below to above. From her cunt into her lower belly, her solar plexus, her throat. Her open mouth tipped back on its own, as if to catch the end of it.
Slap. Squelch. Slap. Smack.
Slick sprayed in foam and clung to the orc's thighs; what overflowed trailed threads as it fell. The stains on the floor spread into a puddle.
"Grrk… grrrrk…!"
The orc's breathing roughened. Hot spit ran from the muzzle buried at her nape down onto her collarbone. Beyond the chest stuck to her back, its heart hammered like mad, and that pulse and the thrusting crossed in a mess, striking her back and her cunt at once.
"Ah, aaang…! Deep, deeper…! Deep… deep…♡"
Her thighs locked rigid inside the orc's arms. Toes in the air stretched wide, then curled. Her head, thrown back, jammed into the orc's shoulder, and the tip of her tongue lolled from her open mouth.
"Cumming, I'm cumming… cumming…♡ cumming…♡♡"
That was the only word left.
At the last, the orc snapped its hips the highest yet and, buried to the root, crushed her against itself until she might break.
A deep, grinding press.
"Hi, iiiiiit…!!♡♡♡"
Her waist bent like a bow over the orc's chest. Her whole cunt bit down on the cock and spasmed, and her stiff clit twitched. Then, between the legs spread wide in the air, squirt shot out in spurts. The arc of fluid poured straight onto the iron plate.
At the same time the orc shuddered. Something hot gushed against her cervix in thick pulses.
"Ah, uah… hot… it's hot…♡♡"
What overflowed pushed out through the gap of her spread cunt-lips. It ran down her slack thighs, down the cleft of her ass, down the orc's forearms.
The body hung in the air convulsed for a long while. Only her toes trembled, faint and fast, in the empty air.
Drip.
Drip.
From the gaping cunt, something white and cloudy stretched long, snapped, and fell onto the puddle pooled below.
Semen.
"Grrk."
The orc snorted, satisfied.
Hyejin's head folded limply over the orc's shoulder. It was over. This time, for real.
But—
The cock didn't pull out.
Still buried in her cunt, it twitched—and began to swell again.
