“Feasty.” The leader chuckled, his grin stretching into something more beast-like, tusks sharpened under the dim light. "Your master should have beaten that out of you. But we don’t expect proper conduct from a half-bred.”
“Arschloch.” Caleb hissed, half in pain, and the orc just hummed in response. There was a quiet, harsh triumph in the sound that made Caleb feel as if he’d suddenly fallen from a great height, plunging into a darkness that was deeper than he could comprehend.
“Don’t worry.” Comforted the leader, though his smile inspired no comfort at all; in fact it made the thing in Caleb’s stomach tighten uncomfortably. “We'll just soften you up a little, and then maybe when we’re through, we’ll send you back to your master. Is that alright?”
“Fick dich! Fuck you!” Caleb spat, trying to shove them off of him, but unable to actually hurt them in any meaningful way. He was too busy freaking out to really think about the large hands descending down on him, petting down his sides. Clawed fingers dipping under the hems and brushing his skin, one of them up in his face and another slid behind his back, trapping him between them.
“It doesn’t have to be all bad.” The leader chuckled, yanking his shirt up his torso and off. His pants and boots were removed with less finesse, the fabric dragging down his thighs and scraping the skin along the way. When he’d fought as they tried to get him down on the floor, one of them had grabbed his neck, pressing his thumb into the dip of his trachea.
"Hold him open."
Large hands reached down, spread his legs out and up by his ankles, and then there were fingers pressing relentlessly and he would rather bite through his own lip then let out the sound that wanted to claw its way out of his chest. He couldn’t stop the jerk when the fingers suddenly pressed inside, rubbing everywhere at once and managed to feel wrong at every twist and turn. Friction and the slide of something slick probing, backing off in an ever deepening rhythm, breaching him slowly, one knuckle at a time.
Caleb imagined he could feel them each individually, wicked fingers with grooved knuckles, mercilessly thick and hard and curled a little inside him, pressing against something different and feeling fuller than before.
“Oh, Gott...” He murmured, toes curling, knees jerked inward. He tried to bite back a helpless sound, pulled his damaged wrist closer into his chest protectively. Beauregard... Is she okay? Is she coming? Is any of them coming for him...
“You want it that badly?” The orc that was opening him up laughed, mockly. “Is this what you do for your master nightly, I wonder.”
“You guys will all be dead, I swear...” Caleb hissed, and the hands which had been running down his spine grabbed his shoulders when he went to move.
“Be good, mutt.”
“Let him be.” One of them snapped and that was all the warning he’s got. In a split second he’s got hands on his hips and he was being pulled up and back, and then—he thrusted inside Caleb in one merciless roll of his hips.
Caleb’s mouth flew wide open. It was like he was being split apart. Deeper and thicker than the fingers and with even less grace, pushing in painfully and he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped him, a cry he wanted to grab it out of the air a moment later.
“Mmmh. Feels good.” The orc’s hissed breath was moist against his shoulder as he bent over his body and Caleb shivered, felt his body furling open with each slide, saw red lightning arc across the insides of his burning eyelids as he sank searingly into him.
"Stop—" He babbled hoarsely, his throat tightening in panic.
The orc fucked like he was jerking off; too fast, just the right side of pain no matter how prepared you were. Caleb couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched each time he pressed inside, he had bitten his tongue at some point and tasted the metallic tang of his blood. He closed his eyes, trying to block out everything but the beat of his own heart, managed to laugh in between the small noises he made, not really feeling it but desperate for something other than screaming.
“Look, the little mutt likes it.” The orc grunted, leaning over Caleb, trapping his broken wrist in an awkward angle.
“G—go fuck yourself.” Caleb hated the hitch in his breathing, the pounding of his heart in accordance with the thrusts against him, could feel sharp tusks on his shoulders and he purposefully leaned away from the contact. Hands moved to his hair, forcing him close, not close enough for a graze, but close enough to breathe against the side of his face, making him break out in shivers.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” The orc hissed, swiped his lips along Caleb’s ear until he jerked away. “Fucking a human. Find out how good you feel.”
He stilled for a moment, puffing over Caleb, hateful amusement on every exhale. "I wouldn't have thought you would still have such a squeeze to ya." he asked in a dark intimate tone, and Caleb tried to make the answering shudder at least look like further struggling. "Maybe you did all your service on your knees," and he pushed Caleb's chin up with four fingers so he can slide a thumb across his bottom lip. "Maybe I'll try this mouth if we have enough time to spare."
FILL: Feuerstarter (Orcs/Caleb, E, non-con) 2/4
“Arschloch.” Caleb hissed, half in pain, and the orc just hummed in response. There was a quiet, harsh triumph in the sound that made Caleb feel as if he’d suddenly fallen from a great height, plunging into a darkness that was deeper than he could comprehend.
“Don’t worry.” Comforted the leader, though his smile inspired no comfort at all; in fact it made the thing in Caleb’s stomach tighten uncomfortably. “We'll just soften you up a little, and then maybe when we’re through, we’ll send you back to your master. Is that alright?”
“Fick dich! Fuck you!” Caleb spat, trying to shove them off of him, but unable to actually hurt them in any meaningful way. He was too busy freaking out to really think about the large hands descending down on him, petting down his sides. Clawed fingers dipping under the hems and brushing his skin, one of them up in his face and another slid behind his back, trapping him between them.
“It doesn’t have to be all bad.” The leader chuckled, yanking his shirt up his torso and off. His pants and boots were removed with less finesse, the fabric dragging down his thighs and scraping the skin along the way. When he’d fought as they tried to get him down on the floor, one of them had grabbed his neck, pressing his thumb into the dip of his trachea.
"Hold him open."
Large hands reached down, spread his legs out and up by his ankles, and then there were fingers pressing relentlessly and he would rather bite through his own lip then let out the sound that wanted to claw its way out of his chest. He couldn’t stop the jerk when the fingers suddenly pressed inside, rubbing everywhere at once and managed to feel wrong at every twist and turn. Friction and the slide of something slick probing, backing off in an ever deepening rhythm, breaching him slowly, one knuckle at a time.
Caleb imagined he could feel them each individually, wicked fingers with grooved knuckles, mercilessly thick and hard and curled a little inside him, pressing against something different and feeling fuller than before.
“Oh, Gott...” He murmured, toes curling, knees jerked inward. He tried to bite back a helpless sound, pulled his damaged wrist closer into his chest protectively. Beauregard... Is she okay? Is she coming? Is any of them coming for him...
“You want it that badly?” The orc that was opening him up laughed, mockly. “Is this what you do for your master nightly, I wonder.”
“You guys will all be dead, I swear...” Caleb hissed, and the hands which had been running down his spine grabbed his shoulders when he went to move.
“Be good, mutt.”
“Let him be.” One of them snapped and that was all the warning he’s got. In a split second he’s got hands on his hips and he was being pulled up and back, and then—he thrusted inside Caleb in one merciless roll of his hips.
Caleb’s mouth flew wide open. It was like he was being split apart. Deeper and thicker than the fingers and with even less grace, pushing in painfully and he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped him, a cry he wanted to grab it out of the air a moment later.
“Mmmh. Feels good.” The orc’s hissed breath was moist against his shoulder as he bent over his body and Caleb shivered, felt his body furling open with each slide, saw red lightning arc across the insides of his burning eyelids as he sank searingly into him.
"Stop—" He babbled hoarsely, his throat tightening in panic.
The orc fucked like he was jerking off; too fast, just the right side of pain no matter how prepared you were. Caleb couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched each time he pressed inside, he had bitten his tongue at some point and tasted the metallic tang of his blood. He closed his eyes, trying to block out everything but the beat of his own heart, managed to laugh in between the small noises he made, not really feeling it but desperate for something other than screaming.
“Look, the little mutt likes it.” The orc grunted, leaning over Caleb, trapping his broken wrist in an awkward angle.
“G—go fuck yourself.” Caleb hated the hitch in his breathing, the pounding of his heart in accordance with the thrusts against him, could feel sharp tusks on his shoulders and he purposefully leaned away from the contact. Hands moved to his hair, forcing him close, not close enough for a graze, but close enough to breathe against the side of his face, making him break out in shivers.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” The orc hissed, swiped his lips along Caleb’s ear until he jerked away. “Fucking a human. Find out how good you feel.”
He stilled for a moment, puffing over Caleb, hateful amusement on every exhale. "I wouldn't have thought you would still have such a squeeze to ya." he asked in a dark intimate tone, and Caleb tried to make the answering shudder at least look like further struggling. "Maybe you did all your service on your knees," and he pushed Caleb's chin up with four fingers so he can slide a thumb across his bottom lip. "Maybe I'll try this mouth if we have enough time to spare."