#Orc Girlfriend

[rs-hawk]

Could you do a modern day female orc x female reader? I see very little now

Sure! A lot of my short stories tend not to be modern set so that might be why for me.

When you saw Cassia for the first time, your heart fluttered. Your chest felt tight. Your lungs were tight. It was like you were struck all at once. Was this what love at first sight felt like? It was a whirlwind romance, but after only a few days of talking, she was inviting you out to drinks. You flushed when you said yes.

Of course, you forgot that Orc bars are not the same thing as human bars. There were similarities, the loud music, the loud patrons, and the stench of liquor and sweat, but the way that the Orcs interacted with each other was something you never thought about, and definitely didn't expect.

Cassia, being a large woman, with large, thick tusks that put even many male ones to shame, commanded respect the second she walked in. All eyes were on her, and your face flushed darkly under the gaze of the other Orcs. Once the two of you sat down, the bartender didn't even ask you what you wanted to drink. He just slid a glass of clear liquid towards you.

"it's pretty much the only thing humans can drink in here," Cassia explained, taking what was clearly her usual from the bartender who winked at her as he handed the glass to her.

"Is Orc liquor that much stronger?" you asked, looking at her glass curiously. Was it really stronger, or was it just that Orcs are so large that it doesn't affect them the same way?

She laughed, tilting the glass towards you. "If you're going to eye me so suspiciously take a sip and see for yourself." When you leaned forward, she leaned in, whispering in a voice that made heat pool between your legs, "a sip, human. Remember."

And you did. You took a sip, and she was right. Whatever Orc liquor was made of was way too strong for humans. If you had drank much more than that, you'd be black out drunk already. You laughed, and the two of you seemed to be getting along really well. You kept leaning over, touching her arm, batting your eyes up at her. Every time you did, it made her smile, or laugh. She was clearly enthralled with you too.

Before too long, both of you were drunk. "I have to pee," you announced, staggering to your feet.

"I'll go with you," she offered, getting up on her unsteady feet.

The two of you leaned against each other, with you obviously leaning more heavily on her. Once the two of you were done, and washing your hands, Cassia looked over at you.

"You're gorgeous," she muttered, her eyes now hungry as her gaze stalked up and down your body.

Goosebumps sprung up under her gaze. "So are you. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman," you whispered, eyes round as she leaned forward to finally kiss you.

The kiss was rough, and you had to be careful because of her tusks. They scraped the side of your cheeks, but you didn't care. Her mouth tasted like liquor and gum, and you hoped your breath didn't smell or taste bad, but that thought only came to you for a moment as she lifted you onto the counter. Part of you wanted to protest, but between the intoxication from the liquor and the intoxication from how good she was making you feel, you didn't dare.

She slipped a hand down your pants, pressing her fingers to your soaked cunt over your panties. "So wet already for me," she moaned, pushing your panties to the side to be able to tease you with one of her large fingers.

You spread your legs, wanting to give her more access. "So good. You're so good," you moaned back, grinding your hips against her finger.

It wasn't long until she had brought you to the edge of an orgasm, where you were whining and begging her to let you finish. However, when she dropped to her knees, ripping off your pants and panties, you almost cry in anticipation. Her fat tongue works over your desperate cunt perfectly. Her finger now circling and teasing your clit as she lapped at you, parting your lower lips with her skilled tongue. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt yourself tettering on the edge as she played with your body.

"Cum for me. I want to taste you," she groaned against your skin, reaching up with her other hand to fondle and play with one of your breasts, lightly pinching the nipple.

Almost on command, you cum, covering your mouth to keep from screaming, though you're sure the whole bar knows what the two of you were doing in here. After the waves of pleasure crashing over you subside, she kisses your inner thighs, her tusks scraping the soft skin there, threatening, but also comforting. Such a dangerous creature is so gentle with you.

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[ash-rigby]

A scarred, battle-hardened orc warrior refusing to wipe off the lipstick kiss mark their partner left on their cheek. 

“I wear it proudly.”

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hi. Can you do yandere female orc x female reader? Possible breeding kink perhaps...... Feel free to ignore me though.

A/N: as soon as I saw this I knew I wanted to do it. didn't know how-- but I was determined to write it. THANK YOU fellow fem orc lover we must band together!! we are a dying group :(.

CW: NSFW, FxF, fingering, breeding, slight exhibitionism, dom mechanic orc girlfriend 

“You make it so hard on purpose, don’t you?”

You buried your nose into the baby blue pillow, torso twisting away from the beast manhandling your body. “You know I’m busy, you know I’m trying to work… And still, you can’t wait. You just need to be bred all hours of the day, huh?”

You can only respond with a guilty muffle, eyes blurred and focused on the half ajar door. 

“Well don’t just whine, give me an answer.” Her fingers inch harder, pulsing against the gentle gumminess of your insides. 

“Yes--” Your voice cracks, eager to respond as she slows just a tad. “I do, I really really do, please--”

“Mmn..” The orc returns to her original pace, enjoying the way your slick coats her fingers so perfectly, your body accommodating to her two fingers as they should; you were made to be taken by her. “And this is all you’re going to get, despite how badly you want it. I don’t have time to properly fill you up… even if I want to.” 

You feel her pace quicken at that, her own huffs growing in succession as the thought enters both your minds, fantasy blurring with reality. 

Your feet hang loosely off the bed and her thighs, ass up in her lap as you desperately try to spread wider, her fingers only shy away from the size of your forearm, pumping into you with precision. A million times she’s done it, and a million times more she’d do it to hear you cry out her name, to feel you grip onto her veiny forearms for support, taking her so deep inside of you it should be considered an art.

You could hear the chatter of those in the front shop waiting for their cars to be fixed, for their keys to be returned, to have the attention of your enticing orc girlfriend. But she was busy right now, allowing the rhythm of your thrusts against her hands and stained jeans distract her from her work.

You knew she only had a 20 minute lunch break, that she had already stopped so many times to kiss you behind a wall of tools and to foreshadow what she was going to do to you that night. And still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t stop from bending over her work desk, mere panties and a see-through tanktop on, teasing her while she worked. 

You didn’t think she’d take it so serious, that she’d really try to teach you a lesson while she had customers waiting. But an announcement of her early break and a quick tug at the thin cotton around your hips led you to your shared bedroom, the only area in the house-slash-car repair shop with a minute bit of privacy. Even then, she barely bothered to shut the door.

 Another pair of panties, ripped to shreds from her anger and lust.

“And you know how it drives me crazy, the thought of you being so filled with my cum, your cunt so full you can’t breathe-- and you use it against me!” The orc huffs with a guttural groan-- you can hear her snarl her teeth.

The thought gets her fired up, one hand holding the back of your thigh to help thrust you dramatically in rhythm to her set of fingers. 

You feel like a ragdoll, your hips snapping forward and back as she uses you like a cocksleeve, slipping a third, colossal finger inside of you. 

You can taste the intensity of the stretch, holding onto the pillow and sheets beneath you for support. You can barely keep yourself silent, the nearing of your climax so tantalizing, so deliciously close. 

“Keep quiet,” she huffs, giving a warm slap palmed at your ass to spread you wider. “Can’t let them know, right? Don’t want anybody to hear, how well you take me;.” She leans in close, hot breath and the smell of motor oil filling your senses. “How you’re not going to go anywhere without a pussy full of me tonight.”

Your pleasure-drunken mind wonders heedlessly if its been over 20 minutes, if your girlfriend would dare leave you unfinished, unfilled like this as punishment-- but she keeps going, propping you up to angle herself deeper inside of you. 

And without warning, she slips in a fourth finger, one you didn’t know if you could take. 

“You’re lucky I’m crazy over you, that I’d kill any other bastard that tried to fuck you like this; hah, as if they could!”

You couldn’t help but arch your back at that newfound entrance, touching somewhere you didn’t know could be so blissful. Your mouth leaves the pillow, drooling just slightly and drawing out an achey, stunned moan. 

Your orc girlfriend grabs your hair, shoving you back down into the pillows. 

“Just a bitch in heat-- can’t be bothered to keep herself quiet, can you.” 

You can tell by her tone she’s mildly annoyed, but you don’t care. You’ll take whatever consequences she gives, as long as she keeps herself inside of you, that she’s just as eager to make sure you’re bred and only bred by her. 

But your erratic walls that squeeze around her fingers are suddenly pulsing around nothing. The sound of an alarm fades unceremoniously into your ears, the licks and sucks of sullied fingers overriding it. The sweet sound of them leaving her mouth makes you lift your head in agony. She’s done, she’s done and you haven’t even had half of your fun!

A thick palm squeezes your ass almost to the extent of pain, before throwing you off her lap and onto the wet sheets. 

“Don’t bother me again,” The orc warns, her dark hair still kept in its messy half-up, her clothes in tact except for a few dark stains that can be passed off as paint or oil. “I mean it. Or next time I won’t go so easy on you.” 

You want to argue, to force her hands back on you or into your mouth, but you’re cut off by her stern look. 

“When I get off shift I want you back here, spread open for me. No earlier.”

You try to give a weak “but--” before she walks away, but you’re too late. The door shuts behind her, the grunts of annoyance from customers now dulled behind the door. 

[monster-disaster]

You live in a cozy cottage with your orc!girlfriend. By the time you wake up, she’s already in the kitchen, waiting for you with a freshly brewed coffee or tea. The early morning sun filters through the window above the sink, warming your skin, while the soft hum of the radio plays in the background as you both quietly read your books or scroll through your phones. After getting ready, you head out together for breakfast and grocery shopping. Her hand never leaves you, resting on your waist or holding your hand. When you return home, you start cooking while she tends to the garden. You enjoy lunch together, and later, dinner out on the porch, savoring the peaceful evening. As night falls, you snuggle up on the couch, limbs intertwined under a blanket, watching movies. In bed, after a mind-blowing sex, you drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

[authorashraven]

Out today! Monsters Under Mistletoe, A monstrous holiday charity anthology! All proceeds are going to Planned Parenthood. 🥰

You can catch my story, Good Mornings under the Mistletoe, today on KU, ebook, and paperback.

Brody is ready to spend another Christmas alone when his long time crush, an orc personal trainer, asks him to attend the gym Christmas party. Shawna is convinced the plus-size divorcée at her job is her true mate, but she's been too nervous to make the first move. Will a kiss under the mistletoe finally reveal all of their secrets?

[curiousmons]

I need a strong orcish woman to flirt with me this gods damn minute

[brofirstblog]

A knock roused you from your sickly-nap. Blowing your nose and blinking discombobulatedly, you threw on a mask as the knocking continues.

Opening the door a crack, you see your orc lover standing on your front porch with a bag in each hand.

"Babe--"

"I am here to play nurse for our date, tonight."

They were quick to get into your home thanks to your dazed and sickly state.

"But, you're gonna get sick too??" You say softly, you sounded pitiful. Your love only laughed through their own mask and clasped their hand on your head, tussling your hair.

"Nah, orcs don't get sick like you humans do. Come now, I brought homemade chicken soup and bought some lemon tea." You weren't sure if they were lying or not about the sick part. But you followed them to the kitchen.

You two ended up sitting (you more laying on your side) in your living room, two bowls of soup empty, the TV playing a silly movie and your second cup of tea still steaming from its mug. Your orc love was gently massaging your back, helping with the body aches with their skilled fingers.

You sighed, barely keeping your eyes open as you make eye-contact with them.

"Thank you for taking care of me." They flashed you a smile before stroking their hand against your flushed face.

"Anytime, my love."

You had the distant memory of them carrying you back into bed and kissing your forehead before fully falling asleep.

[terato-is-life]

The orc next door invites you for a date, but you are too weak of the knees to either deny or agree

[lycaonlover]

Orc Lover (Gambrol) P3

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Word Count: 1950

Female Reader X Female Orc

Part 3

Heather must not have said anything to Oleok because as more days passed I wasn't teased or taunted by either of them. Grug and Gambrol left to hunt for livestock suppliers and local builders to set up for the farm. He was moving fast, deciding on using some of the land just before you reached their house so it was closer for townspeople to tend to it after he chose which ones he would hire. They were like two peas in a pod, Gambrol pushed for it just as much as he did even though she apologized excessively for having to leave so quickly after our moment, I had to ensure her I'd be fine and she should go.

It got much quieter though, at the house. Oleok and Heather decided to have a double baby shower and spent a lot of time at the dining table putting things together for it. It left me with a lot of chores but I couldn't complain, Heather was the size of a watermelon but Oleok looked ready to burst.

"Mae, could you bring us some card stock from the office?" Oleok asks as I place a flower filled vase on the table.

"Yes, of course." I rush off and bring some back to her.

"I'm sorry we're having you do so much these days, my ankles just get so swollen I'm getting a feeling these babies want out pretty soon." Heather sympathizes. "On the plus side, Gambrol comes home tonight. So does her older brother Milok, and Grug." Suddenly a smile shines from Oleok.

"Milok!" She exclaims before turning to me and showing off her beam. "I'm so excited you get to meet him! He's been away for a while. He's actually an architect like your father!"

"Like my father? Did they work together?" I ask surprised.

"I think so, your father helped around with some structures and properties around the town including in our own home. He's a good reason why you got the job, he was family. Just like you." Oleok comes up to me and embraces me into a warm hug.

"Oh, thank you." I blush and hug her back. "I wouldn't say that, I work for you guys but I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense! You mean so much to everyone here, especially Gambrol." She leans away and winks before reclaiming her seat at the table as the front door swings open and slams against the wall.

"Heather!" A loud booming voice echoes through the foyer practically shaking the crystal vases and chandelier above them.

"Milok!" Heather squeals and rushes out of the room to the voice and I quietly follow behind her to see her be engulfed in the arms of a large orc male wearing a very pricey looking suit.

Slipping out from behind Milok and Heather was Grug and I couldn't hide the small frown that formed on my face before he noticed and laughed.

"Don't you worry," He walks up to me and pats my head. "She's waiting for you in the garden. She thought you'd be there." Walking past me I slide past the spectacle at the door and go around toward the flowers to see Gambrol leaning over and smelling some lilacs.

I try to calmly stride over to her and she turns as my foot crunches a leaf. A heart-stopping smile radiates from her as she holds her arms open. I don't take an extra second to think before slipping into them and resting my head on her chest as she strokes my hair. "I missed you..." She whispers to my ear before pressing a kiss to it. I nuzzle my face further into her and she chuckles, "are you tired?" I nod.

Gambrol lifts my legs up as I hold onto her neck and starts to walk us into the house. Everyone was in the dining room chatting and laughing about their adventures as she leads us up the stairs towards my bedroom before trying to set me down. "Lay down with me...?" I say grabbing hold of her hand as she starts to step away.

She complies immediately, taking her shoes off before laying behind me and pulling me into her, running fingers through my hair. "You really awoke something in our family," Gambrol starts to whisper to me. "I'm glad you joined us." She finishes before laying kisses to my head as a start to drift into sleep.

A knock sounds at the door jolting me awake and realizing I was alone. "Come in!" I shout trying to sit up as Heather enters the room.

"Sorry to wake you! I wanted to bring you some breakfast, you have the day off today since everyone is home we just want to celebrate with just the family. We'll be having a big dinner with more guests later so Gambrol left a dress for you to wear before heading out to bring a few invites to family members that have no address." She chuckles placing a tray full of every type of breakfast item you could think of.

"That's... a lot of food." My eyes widen looking back up at her.

"I know, I told her it was too much food but she insisted you had all of it before she had left." Heather rolls her eyes but smiles and sits on the bed with me. "She's really taken a liking to you Mae..." she starts.

"I'd hope she at least likes me." I smile sheepishly and shake my head. "I'm pretty sure I more than like her..." I admit.

"You know what I meant!" She gently pushes my shoulder and gets up. "Make sure to wear that outfit tonight, but other than that enjoy the day off!" Heather says leaving the room.

I spend the day wandering about the home and grounds, it was fascinating how quickly Grug made things happen as I saw pens already being built in some parts of the property. They also hired decorators and catering for tonight as I tried to ignore the influx of cars in the front and guests I didn't know before today came filing into guest rooms downstairs. "There you are!" Grug booms from the other side of the foyer before making large strides toward me. "I need to ask you something, business related." He starts to pull me toward the study and closes the door after we enter. "Take a seat for a moment." He says, reaching into his desk and bustling through the drawer. Papers start to get tossed out before I notice a latch noise and he pulls out a box. Wiping his large hands to dust off the small thing before passing it to me, taking me two hands to hold it. "Open it, it's alright. Nothing to bite you." He chuckles dropping down into his chair.

Opening the box slowly, it reveals jewelry. Hair beads and matching earrings, necklace, bracelets. "These are beautiful..." I say as I pull out some of the pieces to get a better look. They had precious gemstones, ruby, sapphire, emerald and the like.

"I want you to wear them tonight. They were crafted for our bloodline so I want other family members to know you're one of us." He explains before coming over to pick up one of the hair beads. "You'll get a braid from Oleok as well as me." He continues as he starts to section off my hair and braids it. "I also want to say thank you, you've reminded me of the reason I built our name to where it is. I get carried away with paperwork and semantics, and here you are shining a light on the bigger picture." He finishes the braid and places the jewelry, backing away to admire his work.

"Thank you," I start, "you've given me a home and a sense of security I lost after my dad passed away. We use to spend a lot of time talking about the builds he'd work on. When that fire happened..." my whole body shivers and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright, I know. Why don't you head out to Oleok, she's in her room getting dressed." He grins and starts to gently push me out of the study.

Heading over to Oleok's room I knock and hear a quick, "one moment!" The door springing open wide after a few rustling sounds. "Oh!" She pulls me in quickly and smiles wide noticing the braid and box in hand. "You look wonderful Mae, Grug did a great job." Sitting me down in front of a mirror she opens the box in my hands and grabs another hair piece before starting on another part of my hair. "You must be aware of how important you are already to our family, but I just wanted to make sure to say thank you for joining it and accepting us as we are."

"Thank you!" I start to interject, "you've all done so much for me already, I was supposed to be an employee but I feel like so much more than that today..." Oleok finishes her braid and placement of the bead, hugging me tight to her.

"You were family before you even walked through that door, honestly. Not many people would have made the cut or even been able to handle us. The stigma of orcs run deep in this town, not to mention the fact that we own so much around here. We've grown a list of enemies just as much as we have friends." Kissing my cheek she releases and helps me back up. I look in the mirror and look at the braids smiling and looking up at Oleok. "Now go finish getting ready."

Evening arrives and I had put on the remainder of the jewelry, save a few hair jewels I thought I probably wasn't allowed to put in my own hair as well as the forest green dress Gambrol had gotten me. It felt surreal, looking in the mirror at my entire ensemble I looked royal. I had pulled some of my hair up to show the earrings and braids better, and the scoop neckline of the dress compliments the necklace perfectly. Taking a deep breath I head out of the room and head down the stairs to the foyer, looking down to see a group of people gathers talking and laughing together before I make eye contact with Gambrol. She beams at me as she heads toward the base of the stairs, holding her hand up in anticipation of mine taking it. I smile back at her and reach her quicker, hand in hers as she brings it up to her lips and kisses me softly. Her tusks grazing my skin before placing my hand on her arm to lead me toward a group of people she was originally standing with. "Such a beautiful woman you have on that arm, Gambrol." A man starts to look me up and down before smirking.

"Yes, I'm fairly blessed to have her." She responds in kind, making sure he was aware I was taken. I gently squeeze her arm and giggle a little, she was clearly possessive over me but it made me happy.

We spent the rest of that night with her talking to numerous people, mentioning my project involvement with the family and getting me a few hard pats on the shoulder as well as a big hug from what I was assuming was an aunt of hers. Heather was dealing with similar reactions, but also including excitement for the new babies arriving soon. "When will you be giving us children?" A voice sounds to my right.

"It's much too early to be asking those things, Murzush." Gambrol responds quickly.

"Of course, my apologies." She smirks and slips away.

"Could I actually talk to you in private for a moment?" She turns to whisper into my ear, making me flush slightly at the feel of her breathe.

"Yeah that's fine." I respond as she already leads me away from crowds outside.

"Let's go to the garden gazebo." She directs me as she pushes me ahead of us.

As I look forward, I start to notice the gazebo lit up by fairy lights wrapped all around it. Flowers of multiple varieties adorn the beams and cascade down every part they could causing me to pause and turn back to look at Gambrol. She was smiling with a look I hadn't seen yet before in her eyes. "Go ahead." She encourages as I make my way closer to the gazebo. What was she trying to do?

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Thank you for your patience!! I hope you enjoy the much in demand part 3 of Gambrol and Mae's story! There is a part 4 in the works, for those upset about this fabulous cliff hanger.

[monster-madame]

14 MONSTER ROMANCE NOVELS

Found this helpful list of monster romances. The list skews pretty m/m and f/m, fyi

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[femslash-omegaverse]

Lady Orc Fraeya 😉

[ash-rigby]

If a big, burly orc towered over me and called me "boy" I might just cum right there

[dgtor-official]

Been obsessed with Legends and Lattes lately so have some generally cute orc ladies:

And their elf plus one:

[monster-disaster]

wanting a muscular, tall orc!girlfriend who whispers the kinkiest things in my ear

and

wanting a soft, chubby orc!girlfriend who whispers the kinkiest things in my ear

[curiousmons]

Okay what about a hot orc biker girl? Like big thighs on the motorcycle, soft but firm curves to hold onto, and the pure badassery that would ooze off her with the sexiness of it all

[brofirstblog]

Based on a viral bumble profile that went viral

You went to one of the best steak houses in your area to try the famed 'orc-wedding ribs' challenge. You finish it in record time, having been hungry, but also just because the ribs were the best things you've ever eaten! However you notice the crowd going a bit more batshit than you anticipated. You only to start connecting the dots as to why it's called the 'orc wedding ribs' when the head chef who gave you the platter at the beginning, a large orc, comes out, face in 3 darker shades of green--looking like a blushing bride/groom with two wedding bands in their large hand.