Tempted by the Orc: A Smutty Monster Short
Alyra Grey
Freya
I’m trembling under my cloak, rain pouring as I face Dagruk’s tent, driven by the memory of the orc who saved me years ago. His towering frame, amber eyes, and massive hands have haunted my nights, stirring desires no village suitor could touch. I want to feel his power, to lose myself in his gaze, to see if the heat I imagine with him is real.
Dagruk
Freya’s scent cuts through the storm, a human woman bold enough to seek me out, her curves a vision I can’t shake. She’s no longer the scared human I saved; she’s a fire I want to stoke until she’s moaning my name. I crave her softness under my hands, her body pressed close, surrendering to my claim. She’s come to me, and I’m ready to show her the fierce pleasure only an orc can give.

