9. Orc and Onahole
9. Orc and Onahole
When faced with an incomprehensible, unknown being, human behavior usually falls into one of two categories.
Either refusing to understand and fleeing based on instinct,
Or desperately trying to understand.
At this very moment, my behavior was the latter.
"......."
Gulp.
I thought the Hero's dick was big too... but this orc's dick was even bigger. It completely covered my face and cast a shadow.
Was it because my brain had short-circuited from taking nine in a row?
Perhaps my judgment was impaired, as I found myself unconsciously bringing my nose closer and sniffing.
"Ugh... it stinks...."
First of all, it's horrendous.
The smell of sweat? No, it felt a bit more pungent than that. You couldn't call it a manly smell. More than manly... it was closer to a dense, musky male scent. Like the foul odor that might come from leather boots left unwashed for a long time.
In other words, it was the smell of stale semen.
I hate it... it's gross... it's dirty... so why do I keep smelling it...
"Hahk...!"
Only then did I snap back to my senses.
Startled, I pulled my hips back and retreated, but the dick was still thrust through the hole. It twitched slightly, probably having felt my movement just now.
"......."
"W-well, it's quite big...."
"Is it too much of a burden after all?"
It would be a lie to say it wasn't a burden.
Of course. How are you supposed to insert a dick as thick as a human waist? If you shoved this into a human woman, she'd definitely be sent off in a different sense.
While I hesitated for a moment,
The orc tried to pull his dick out of the hole.
But my hand was faster.
Grab.
"... J-just a moment, please."
"......."
It's extremely hot. I can feel its pulse. Even with my palm spread wide, it was hopelessly insufficient to wrap around its girth.
By the way... since when have I been using honorifics?
Unlike with the Hero, I found myself unconsciously using honorifics. It's not like I can suddenly change my speech pattern now. I'll just have to keep using honorifics like this.
The orc spoke to me from beyond the wall.
"You don't have to force yourself. Human. I, Argol, came here simply because I was curious about the woman who is the model for this onahole. Tsuik."
"... It seems you liked the onahole."
"Yes. Actually, I wanted to see her face... just once. I've been using this while imagining your face every night. If I'd known it was a brothel like this, I wouldn't have come in the first place."
"......."
What is this? This orc.
So far, ten total. He felt distinctly different from the previous nine. Compared to those bastards who just rammed away without any consideration, as if they had dicks for brains...
This orc at least seems to have his dick properly attached to his brain.
I even felt a peculiar sensitivity.
What do they call this again... Hmm.
Since he came all the way here because of his fantasy about the onahole.
"... A fan?"
"Fan?"
"It's nothing."
"... Anyway. I have no intention of forcing it. My thing is... for fragile humans...."
Then perhaps I should provide some simple fan service.
It's a mood. And the truth is, my body is tired. If I just shove this thing in without any preparation, even I would suffer the aftermath. It was the same with the Hero.
I gently stroked the shaft of his dick.
At first he seemed surprised, but the orc soon entrusted himself to my hand. He said he didn't intend to do anything, but now that I'm touching him like this, he doesn't seem to be refusing. Males will be males, after all.
Using my right thumb, I gently rubbed the glans.
"... Ugh."
I moved a little closer to the wall. You could say I was pressed close to the orc with the wall between us. While rubbing his dick against my side, I whispered through the wall.
"What is your name, if I may ask?"
"A-Argol."
Argol... Argol...
"Algol?"
"A-Argol. Not Algol. Tsuik."
"Isn't that fine? Two syllables are easier to say than four."
While gently~ stroking his dick.
In a nasal voice.
"... Woman. What is your name?"
"I have no name, no face. This is that kind of brothel, you see."
Instead, you can feel my hand.
My fingers caress the veins. I gently scratch the glans with my nails, not enough to hurt.
You can feel my stomach.
I rub the dick near my navel too. Since it's hidden by the wall, I can't see the pre-cum stretching from my navel, but pre-cum oozes out with each rub, so that has its own service value.
Sometimes there are requests to touch breasts too.
At those times, it's possible to pull back and stick my breasts through the hole. Or, in this position, I can also rub my breasts against the dick.
So, to summarize.
"I cannot tell you my name... but if you want my hand, my breasts, my navel, my pussy, you can use them. They're touching your side right now. I'm also touching you with my hand."
The mouth is excluded.
There's no way I could put this in my mouth...
That would still be physiologically impossible, I suppose.
"But, Algol, you said you didn't want to do it. Has that thought changed now? Since you paid money to be here, I have an obligation to make you cum."
"......."
"No answer, I see."
Tap, tap, tap—
I grabbed the area below the glans with both hands and shook it back and forth.
But this... isn't very easy.
It's so thick that it's hard to grip. I wasn't sure if this was proper stimulation, but...
It seemed to have an effect.
"... Ugh."
The orc's breathing reached me from beyond the wall.
I unconsciously chuckled softly and whispered through the wall again.
"Give me an answer. I need to know how to make you cum."
Deliberately relaxing my voice, mixing in a seductive nasal tone.
"... W-with... your hand."
"Good. Algol. I'll repay your kindness."
Hmm. Maybe I have quite a talent for Marian's way of speaking. It feels like it's been a long time since I used such honorifics, but they come surprisingly naturally.
Moreover, my mind has cleared up quite a bit.
And now that I have some composure...
I guess I've become a little curious about this timid orc.
Without stopping the hand stroking his dick...
"Algol. It seems it will take some time to make you cum, so why don't you tell me a story? You're my first orc customer today."
Nasal voice.
"... I."
Hesitation was evident in his voice, so I quickly added.
"Don't worry. Our conversation won't leak outside this place anyway."
Of course, there's a possibility Marian is peeking with her crystal orb, but that's a separate issue.
It's like a side dish.
"... I have no experience with women. Tsuik."
"Hmm. Really...?"
"Yes. They mock me, calling me a coward orc."
"With a dick like this?"
Well, of course it's unusable on humans, but orc women would probably like it.
Of course, I don't know the preferences of orc women either.
"... That's why. The female warriors of our tribe are all just trying to dominate me. I don't like it. So I always ran away. I've been to human brothels before, but...."
Argol's voice grew quieter.
This timid bastard.
"There was no human woman anywhere who could take this size. They all ran away as soon as they saw my thing."
"... Hmm."
"So there's no need to force yourself. You'll be the same. I'm fine with just this onahole. Tsuik."
An orc satisfied with just an onahole.
Well, that could be his own way, but for some reason, I found myself empathizing with this orc.
Me, who lost my dick and can't use it.
An orc whose dick is too big to even use.
No. Wait, that's a different problem, isn't it?
Anyway, all the human women probably saw this dick, said "Impossible! Impossible!" with hurtful words, and ran away.
Moreover, while this guy seems to think I'm an ordinary human, for the record, I am the esteemed Elf-nim.
(It wouldn't have been impossible?!)
"Algol. You've had a hard time."
"... Tsuik. Thank you. You're the first woman to say that to me."
I applied a bit more pressure with the palm wrapped around the shaft.
I increased the speed while rubbing the glans against my navel. I listened to the orc's breathing from beyond the wall. How many minutes had we been talking? But it seemed like with a little more effort, I could get the cum out.
I raised the corner of my mouth into a smirk and spoke.
"Other humans... may have run away when they saw you, but I'm different. I... can accept you."
"L-lies. Tsuik."
"Huhu... Why would you think it's a lie?"
"Of course. Your waist is too thin. If I inserted my thing... you would definitely get hurt."
"How kind. The previous nine showed no consideration at all."
"T-those brothers are smaller than me. Because they're small, it was fine."
Of course, that might be part of the reason.
But there's one thing this guy doesn't know.
"The onahole. How many times have you used it today?"
"I don't know. I kept it inserted."
"Wow... And yet you don't want to use my pussy?"
"T-this is fake, right? It's just a thing made of slime anyway."
"That slime onahole and my pussy are connected by sensation. It's a magic tool, you see? That thing."
"......."
Was he speechless?
It might be hard to believe. I have to press the advantage now.
"Thrusting into that onahole... is the same as thrusting into me. I could feel it all, you know? You came from far away, right? The entire way from that far place, I was being violated by you, Algol...."
To be precise, I transferred the sensation through a copy of a copy, but.
Since it works, it's not a lie.
"... C-can I really do it?"
"Of course."
"......."
But not right now.
Fwoosh, Pshoot, Fwoosh—!
"U, ughahk... Hahk... Kuhahk...!"
"Oh my. You came...?"
Was the imagination of being able to do it a big stimulus?
I had only touched his dick, which was swollen with blood, a little, but he ejaculated with tremendous force.
Since I had the glans pressed against my navel, it was a real mess, but for some reason, I laughed.
The little prank worked perfectly.
"... U, uuh... O-one more time...."
"I'm sorry, but the rule at our brothel is one ejaculation per session. Next time... if there's an opportunity...."
"......."
"I'll let you use my pussy then."
Thus ended the service for the tenth orc customer, Argol.
===
And three days passed.
I told Marian I would take a short break. This time, she gave me time off right away. After dealing with ten orcs in a row, that's only natural.
It's a good thing it's not that much of a black company.
However, if she asked if my body hurt like last time with the Hero, it didn't. Partly because of the little prank?
It seems a few more orcs came by after that, but I was away from the shop.
'Algol, was it? Well, if he comes to the city again, maybe I'll do it then.'
But not now.
Warm sunlight. The peaceful noise of the market.
My pockets are heavy with gold coins. What a peaceful holiday this is.
As I was walking through the city like that...
Someone called out to me from behind.
"... Butt?"
"......."
A creepy feeling. I slowly turned my head to check, and there was an orc looking at me with a puzzled expression.
Whether it was Argol or Algol.
Anyway, it was that orc.