13. Evelyn
Evelyn
That’s one big green orc cock.
There’s no other way to describe it. Well, that’s not entirely true. I could call it beautiful. Sensational. Magnificent .
Or, I could be scientific. I’m a scientist, remember?
I could write down in my notes: Subject exhibits a notably large phallus, estimated at approximately ten inches in length when erect. The organ has a dark-green tone, consistent with the subject’s overall pigmentation. Prominent superficial veins are visible along the shaft, suggesting robust vascularization. The glans is bulbous, well-defined, and proportionally large relative to the shaft.
But, such medical jargon wouldn’t do it justice.
No. What I’m looking at is one bonafide big fat green orc cock .
Varkul is looking right at me. Judging my reaction. I cannot give him the slightest hint that I might be interested in him or his throbbing orc penis — that would give him the wrong idea.
He already thinks that my womb belongs to him. I need to remain strictly professional, or else I’ll never dissuade him from that notion.
Orcs are ego-driven warriors. He doesn’t need to know his throbbing orc cock is strangely enticing.
“Your heart is racing,” Varkul says.
“A normal reaction before starting an important medical procedure,” I blab.
“Your pupils are dilated as well.” He sniffs. “And I smell…”
“Do I have your permission to engage in manual stimulation?” I ask as I try to regain a semblance of control of this utterly bizarre situation.
When I signed up for this job, I never imagined it would involve stroking an orc’s penis to completion, but here we are.
Life is funny like that.
“Go ahead,” Varkul says.
My hands tremble as I move towards his massive member. I can’t believe I’m really doing this. It’s for science , I tell myself.
Purely for science.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I slide my gloved hand around the base of Varkul’s cock. He’s heavy and thick, and my fingers barely wrap around his shaft.
No, sorry. Penis . I am stroking my research subject’s penis so he can deposit his semen for research purposes. That’s what I’m doing. Focus, Evelyn.
I’m definitely not jerking off this orc warlord so he can shoot his massive and hopefully potent orc load all over me.
Varkul grunts as I squeeze his member.
“How is the pressure?” I ask.
A professional question. Good job, Eve. This is totally not weird.
“Good,” he says. “Keep going.”
“Certainly.”
My hands slide up down his length. I can feel his member throb and pulse in my hands. I do my best to ignore the tingling sensation I feel down there.
I’m just doing my job.
I glance up at the orc. His eyes are closed, his jaw clenched, his muscles bulging.
I’m affecting him. The idea is strangely empowering.
I squeeze his cock even harder, and pump him faster.
Part of me secretly wishes I wasn’t wearing gloves, that I could feel his bare skin against mine…
The big, purple head of his cock weeps with a fat, pearly drop of pre-cum. I spread it around with my thumb, and the orc grunts loudly.
His breathing is ragged, and his cock swells even more, twitching with a strength of its own. He’s throbbing so hard, I’m struggling to hold it.
I think this orc is about to blow.
Now where did I put that cup?! In my haste to get my hands on this thick orc cock, I forgot to grab it…
No, that’s not what happened, Eve. You weren’t excited to get your hands on Varkul’s orc meat. You were merely getting through a medical procedure expediently. Remember that. You’re a professional. Act like one!
I let go of Varkul’s cock for a second and turn around to look for the cup.
Instantly, the leather strap holding his wrist down snaps as he grabs my hand firmly.
My heart is launched straight into my throat as I turn back to him.
What’s he going to do to me?
His yellow eyes are blazing with a roaring fire, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring.
I’ve seen that look before: On lions who are about to devour a gazelle.
I am a piece of meat to him. I am his prey.
“Eve,” he growls. “Continue.”
His voice is low and commanding. The warlord moves my hand back to his cock.
I swallow the lump in my throat and wrap my hands back around this thick, throbbing shaft and squeeze the base.
“O-okay,” I stammer.
Varkul’s powerful body trembles and his cock swells up to impossible proportions. I can feel he’s close.
My eyes grow wide as I watch the purple head of his green orc cock swell up and explode .
A jet of pure, white cum shoots straight into the air, landing in a long rope — all over me.
Another spurt follows.
And another.
The sheer volume of his load astounds me. My cup would’ve been useless. He could’ve filled a dozen.
It’s everywhere! On the ground, on the table, on his chest. On me!
His thick, white cum is dripping all over me. It seeps into the fabric of my blouse, and several sticky strands cling to my cheek and my chin.
I’m going to smell like orc cum for the rest of the day…
It’s not an unpleasant smell, though. It’s strangely… addictive. I might even say pleasant.
Finally, Varkul’s body relaxes. I slide my gloved hands off his still-throbbing member. Thick strands of semen run down the side of his member, tracing the large, pulsing veins.
“Wow,” is all I can say.
That’s my professional opinion, being the first human to have witness an orc male achieve orgasm.
Wow.
“I, uh, need to grab a sample,” I say, as I grab the small glass cup. I scoop up as much orc cum as I can.
Luckily, there’s plenty to go around.
By the time I’m done, I have a dozen cups filled with Varkul’s semen. That should be enough for my research.
Meanwhile, Varkul has his eyes closed. His broad chest rises and falls rhythmically. I must’ve really tired him out.
My heart flutters as I watch him. How can a man this big, scary and dangerous… look so innocent while he sleeps?
I try to clean myself up with a towel as best as I can, but it’s hopeless. I need a long, long shower.
“Well… that was certainly a thing that happened,” I mutter to myself.