9. Orc and Onahole
9. Orc and Onahole
Tsk. I'm a virgin.
A rookie who's only been in the mercenary group for about three months now.
That's right. Despite being an orc, I'm still a greenhorn orc with no experience with women. My name is Argol.
To someone like me, the 'onahole' was an incredibly amazing item.
"Tsk! Argol! Try this out!"
"W-what is this...?"
"Stop asking and take it! Every time I shake your hand, it smells like cum!"
"C-Captain!"
The captain of the mercenary group, Gark, laughed, "Kehaha! I'm sure it'll feel great!" as he handed me this thing called an onahole. An item said to be made in Bellua. I'd heard it was a tool for masturbation.
The onahole received quite good reviews among the orcs.
Of course, not everyone felt that way. Naturally, many orcs didn't even touch it, saying they preferred the smell of a real woman's flesh.
I was certainly interested too, but I never had a choice to begin with.
The older guys said.
"Argol! If you've got that kind of build, you should thrust it in! How long are you going to live just jerking off? Kehahaha!"
"I have no partner, you see. Tsk!"
"No partner, my ass."
Following their chin gestures, my gaze turned to where female orc warriors were smiling with upturned lips.
Our mercenary group had female orcs, though their numbers were few. They were incredible warriors who had trained their entire bodies through countless battlefields and dungeons. Tremendous muscles and those muscles' energy expressed as sexual desire...
Orc warrior women.
Some had already become couples, rolling around in their barracks every night. Others were those who only shouted for battle while swinging their axes.
"...I, I can't."
"How foolish."
That was all I could answer the older guys.
But in truth, there had already been approaches. Not from me approaching them, but from them approaching me first.
"Rookie! You've got a pretty good build. Come to my barracks tonight!"
"...Rookie. Strip. Tsk."
"Hey. I heard rumors. They say your dick is quite impressive."
"I'll devour you! Hey! Where do you think you're running!"
Honestly, it was overwhelming.
After avoiding and evading them, one day I was actually caught and dragged to a bed. Pressing down on my thighs and pinning my arms up while trying to strip my clothes...
A female orc in heat.
I don't know what strength surged in me. I barely managed to shake her off and escape. I almost got raped. But I couldn't ask the other older guys to do something about this either.
It was an embarrassing problem, you see.
They'd say, "For an orc, are you afraid of sex?" If I brought this up as an issue, it was clear I would be the one in the wrong.
Eventually, it became a one-sided awkward relationship. They didn't seem to care. Since being rejected once, they didn't seem to pay me any mind either... creating an atmosphere where only I was the one avoiding them.
I simply couldn't bring myself to get along with orc women.
They were all just trying to crush me. Maybe it was because they looked down on me from the beginning.
To someone like me, the older guys said this.
That even among humans, there were peculiar types who liked the taste of orc dick. However, I didn't have the confidence to approach human women boastfully either. A minority is a minority. Most human women would just scream "Eek eek eek!" at the mere sight of an orc's dick.
Every time I saw their backs running away in terror...
"I am... an orc... tsk... orc..."
My self-esteem hit rock bottom.
Given that, it might have been only natural that I became obsessed with the onahole. I carried it with me everywhere. I'd even insert it when sleeping like a dick sheath, and usually kept it inserted when going about.
I pride myself that my dick is quite large, fitting my build.
You could say it's the only pride I can show as a male.
"Ale is curious about the taste of your dick. Argol. Perhaps interested?"
"...Ale. Wasn't Ale your woman, brother?"
"Argol... Don't say things like whose woman she is in front of Ale. Tsk. She's a scary woman."
All orc women were like this.
"...I prefer this onahole. Brother."
I was tired of strong-willed orc women.
So I followed the mercenary group brothers to the holy land of onaholes, Bellua. During the journey here, I became completely immersed in the onahole, owing it so much yet again.
"This place... is the Butt Wall Brothel..."
And so, as the youngest, I was given the 10th turn.
I came here because I heard the woman who modeled for this onahole was here. Honestly, I was a little scared too. Would this woman also run away as soon as she saw me?
But I wanted to see this woman at least once.
While using this onahole, if I imagined that woman...
'Is this love... tsk.'
Since the brothel couldn't accommodate all ten orcs at once, the orcs had to go in one by one and wait their turn. I waited outside for quite a while.
And while waiting, I saw.
The expressions of the older brothers coming out.
"...Holy land. This place is a holy land! Tssk!"
"Argol! Don't run away today!"
"Hah... I saw heaven..."
The older brothers patted my shoulder one after another and left. With refreshed expressions.
Just what kind of woman was waiting inside there?
I used my own imagination, limited by my lack of experience with women.
A woman who could accept ten orcs...
Perhaps she might be an incredible pumpkin in appearance. Possibly a very fat, large-bodied, peculiar human.
If she were an ordinary human...
It was clear that dealing with just one orc would put considerable strain on her body.
'Anyway... the brothel name itself is unusual.'
Butt Wall Brothel... I should have asked the older brothers. But the ones who came out first had already returned to the tavern or lodgings. The brother before me was already inside the brothel... so there was no one to ask.
I waited like that for another 5 minutes.
My tense body trembled in the cold night air. Right at that moment, the brothel door opened and the brother before me, Ahkhor, came out crouching.
"Argol... go in. Tsk."
"B-brother. H-how was it...?"
At my question, Brother Ahkhor looked up at the sky with seemingly unfocused eyes, then placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Tsk... don't worry. That woman won't run away when she sees you. If you're curious... see it with your own eyes. This... can't be explained with words."
"......"
"I... felt heaven."
Brother Ahkhor left with just those words. Without giving a proper explanation.
From inside the door, a human woman spoke with an awkward smile.
"P-please come in."
Fortunately, the interior ceiling was quite high, so I didn't need to crouch like when entering the door... and followed the woman who introduced herself as Jane inside.
The thick smell of semen that grew stronger as I approached the door with the number [1].
"...I'll send in the last customer."
Jane opened the door at the end of the hallway.
The door opened, and I stepped into the room. And I saw. Not a trace of the woman from my imagination. All I could see was... just a butt sticking out through a hole in the wall.
Step... step... step... step...
The sound of footsteps echoing with each contact of bare feet on the stone floor.
With each step I took, I realized. The meaning of Butt Wall Brothel. The brother's words that the woman wouldn't run away.
I swallowed.
That fragile woman's butt that could be held in one hand... being the model for this onahole.
When I pulled the drawstring, my pants automatically fell off and dropped to the floor. The loincloth went down with the pants. What was revealed was the onahole, appropriately stretched, tightly gripping from the glans to the shaft.
I approached the wall naked.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The woman's butt was incredibly flushed bright red. Without realizing, I brought my hand to it. When my fingers touched, the butt twitched.
Was it painful?
'If I rub it... the pain might lessen.'
Since it looked painful, I rubbed it gently.
Though it started as a gesture of goodwill, as I touched it, the softness made the one touching feel even better.
That's what the butt was like.
It smelled good.
'It's different from orc women...'
Not a muscular butt, but one with appropriately plump flesh.
Without realizing saliva was dripping down my chin, my mouth hanging open...
I grabbed both butt cheeks and spread them.
Saliva dripped... plop, between them. Moistening the pink anus and flowing down along the flesh below. Despite 9 people having used it before, no traces of semen were visible. All that was visible between the spread butt cheeks was the red, swollen flesh.
This area also had appropriately plump flesh.
Though it did look slightly swollen.
"......"
My dick was already fully engorged with blood. I'd never been this erect in my life. Not even during my first onahole experience. It was as if my dick had found where to enter...
If I inserted this into that hole like this.
'It would feel incredibly good...'
"...Tsk."
I opened my mouth.
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"...Woman."
"......"
"Woman. Can't you hear me?"
"......"
Ugh... what, is he calling my name?
My mind went blank for a moment.
I heard about sending in the last customer, but it seems I zoned out for a bit after that.
The orc on the other side of the wall was talking to me.
"...Sigh."
Just fuck quickly and get it over with.
All the orcs so far had been like that. Was it the seventh? Around then someone asked if I was okay, but as soon as I said I was fine, they immediately started fucking.
If you're going to fuck anyway, just do it quickly and finish. Seriously.
I answered with a modulated voice.
"What is it... sir?"
"I've lost the urge. Tsk. Pull your body out."
"......"
But this body is bound by a one session, one orgasm contract.
Meaning I can't just say 'Oh, is that so?' and send him away.
"Since you've paid... I have an obligation to make the customer climax. Don't worry, please use my body."
"......"
"Customer...?"
"It's impossible... I can't do it... tsk."
"There's really no need to worry. According to the contract, I must definitely make the customer climax but..."
"Contract... hoo... impossible. How am I supposed to put it in?"
Ugh, shit. How frustrating.
Since the orc bastard didn't seem like he was going to fuck right away... I decided to pull my body out of the hole first. If he really had no urge, I could always use my hand.
"Uuuuunnnnggghh! Oof!"
Pop! My pelvis came out of the hole and I rolled onto the floor.
Ah, damn. My back has no strength...
"Ugh... Customer? Would you like to stick your dick through this hole once?"
I said while crouching and holding my back.
At the same time, a shadow fell over my face.
"How am I supposed to put this inside you...?"
"Uh..."
Gulp.
The moment I saw it, I instinctively knew. This guy was definitely a named orc.