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TW Oral fem receiving, slight belly bulge, Size kink.

"You're not supposed to be out here, little one," the gruff voice said, a hint of concern underlying its harshness. The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear, as she took in the towering figure standing over her.

Her name was Y/N, a human girl who had been separated from her group during a hiking trip in the dense, mysterious forest. She had stumbled and fallen, twisting her ankle. The pain was intense, and she was lost, with no sign of civilization in sight.

The orc, named Azuk, studied her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He had seen humans before, but they had always been fleeing from him or his kind. The sight of this vulnerable creature stirred something within him that was foreign yet comforting.

He bent down, his massive hand reaching out to gently scoop her up. She flinched at first, but the warmth of his touch was surprisingly reassuring. He lifted her with ease, and she felt a strange sense of safety in his arms. He carried her to his cabin, a modest wooden structure nestled in the heart of the forest, hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

The interior was surprisingly cozy, with a roaring fireplace and a collection of various herbs and potions hanging from the ceiling. The scent of burning wood and earthy aromas filled the space, creating an oddly comforting atmosphere. He laid her down on a fur-covered bed and began to examine her ankle. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone of his size, and she could feel his concern radiating from his calloused fingers.

"You need rest," Azuk said, his deep voice rumbling through the cabin. "Your ankle is swollen. I will make a poultice to help with the pain."

Y/N nodded, her eyes already beginning to droop. The pain was making her dizzy, and the warmth of the fire was lulling her into a sense of security she hadn't felt since she'd been lost. As Azuk moved around the room, gathering herbs and supplies, she took the opportunity to study him. His green skin was rough and scarred, but his eyes held a softness that defied his intimidating exterior.

He returned to her side and carefully applied the cool, damp mixture to her ankle. The relief was instant, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. The tension in her body began to ease as the pain receded. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

For several days, Azuk tended to Y/N, bringing her food and water, and keeping the fire burning through the night. They didn't speak much at first, but the silence grew comfortable, filled with the crackling of the fire and the occasional sound of an animal outside. The girl observed the orc as he went about his daily routines, noticing the care and precision he put into every task, from skinning a rabbit to mending his armor.

As the swelling in her ankle began to subside and the pain dulled, Y/N grew restless. She watched Azuk with keen interest as he moved about the cabin, and eventually she asked if she could help with the chores. He looked at her, surprised by her offer but also touched by her willingness to contribute. He hesitated for a moment before handing her a small pile of berries to sort through.

Her small hands deftly picked through the berries, separating the ripe ones from the unripe and the rotten. The task was simple, but it helped pass the time and allowed her to feel useful. Over the next few days, she took on more responsibilities, learning to cook over the open flame and clean the cabin. The orc showed her how to mend clothing with thick, sturdy threads, and she was surprised to find that she enjoyed the rhythmic task.

Each time she offered to help, Azuk would look at her with a mix of amazement and gratitude. It was clear that he was not used to having someone to share his burdens with. His cabin, while sparse, was meticulously clean, and it was evident that he took pride in his solitary life. Y/N found herself drawn to his quiet strength and his surprisingly tender nature.

One evening, as they sat beside the fire, she began to ask him questions about his life. He spoke slowly at first, his deep voice rumbling through the cabin as he recounted tales of his youth and the battles he had fought. She listened intently, her curiosity piqued by his stories of adventure and camaraderie. His words painted a picture of a life filled with danger and valor, but also one of solitude.

As the days turned into weeks, their bond grew stronger. Y/N noticed the subtle changes in Azuk's demeanor as he grew more comfortable around her. He would smile more often, and his eyes would light up when she asked him about his past or the creatures that roamed the woods. He taught her the names of the plants he used for healing and the tracks of the animals that called the forest home. In return, she shared stories of her own world, of cities and people, of love and friendship.

Their conversations grew deeper, and she found herself sharing her fears and dreams with him. He listened without judgment, his expression thoughtful as he tried to understand her human perspective. His curiosity about her world was insatiable, and she found herself enjoying the role of teacher, explaining the complexities of human emotions and societies.

One morning, as the first light of dawn pierced the cabin windows, Y/N woke up to find Azuk already up and preparing breakfast. The smell of roasting venison and freshly baked bread filled the cabin, and her stomach growled in response. He turned to her with a toothy smile, holding out a plate.

"You're up," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "Your ankle should be healed enough for you to walk today."

Y/N nodded, pushing herself to a sitting position. She tentatively placed her weight on her injured foot, and while it was still a bit tender, she could feel the strength returning. She took the plate gratefully, her eyes widening at the sight of the perfectly roasted meat and steaming bread. The simple meal looked like a feast compared to the bland rations she had been subsisting on before."Thank you," Y/N said, her voice genuine. "For everything."

Azuk nodded in response, his gaze lingering on her. "You've been here a while, little one," he began, his voice gentle. "Do you miss your people?"

Y/N took a moment to consider his question, the warmth of the fire playing across her face. "Yes," she admitted, "but I've... I've come to enjoy it here."

The orc looked at her with understanding. "I know it's not your world," he said, his eyes filled with a sadness she hadn't seen before. "But I've grown accustomed to your company."

Y/N felt a pang of something in her chest. "I don't want to leave," she said softly, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Azuk looked at her, his expression unreadable. "You can't stay here forever," he said, his voice low.

Y/N knew he was right, but the thought of returning to her own world filled her with a sense of dread she couldn't quite explain. She had grown attached to the orc, who had shown her nothing but kindness and care. "Could I...could I stay a little longer?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

The orc paused, his hand hovering over the fire as he stirred the pot. He looked at her for a long moment before finally nodding. "If you wish," he said. "But you must understand, my life here is simple. Different."

Y/N nodded. "I know," she said, her voice earnest. "But I think I can handle it."

The days stretched into weeks, and the bond between the human girl and the orc grew deeper. They spent their time together exploring the woods, foraging for food, and learning from each other. Y/N discovered that Azuk had a gentle touch with animals, and she watched in awe as he communicated with the creatures of the forest in a way she never thought possible. They would return to the cabin with their findings, and she would help him prepare meals with ingredients she had never seen before.

One evening, as they sat on the cabin porch watching the stars emerge, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the fire beside them. She looked up at Azuk, her eyes filled with unspoken questions. He met her gaze, his own eyes glowing with a soft light she hadn't seen before. Without a word, he reached out and took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gesture that spoke of comfort and protection.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and she felt the air between them thicken with a tension she didn't understand. Slowly, almost tentatively, she leaned closer to him. He didn't pull away, and she took that as an invitation. Y/N tilted her head up and closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat.

The moment their lips met, it was like the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter. Warmth and sweetness melded together, and she could feel the gentle throb of his heart beating in time with hers. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but grew in intensity as they both gave in to the feelings that had been simmering just beneath the surface. His calloused thumb continued to stroke her hand, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

Y/N's hand moved up to his face, her fingertips tracing the contours of his cheek, the roughness of his skin a stark contrast to the tenderness of their shared embrace. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and she felt a thrill of something new and unexplored pass through her. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, one she had never experienced with the boys from her village.

Breaking away, she looked up at Azuk, her eyes searching his. He studied her face, his gaze lingering on her lips before meeting her eyes again. He was so much larger than her, and she knew that he was holding himself back, afraid to hurt her with his size and strength. But she didn't feel scared; she felt safe, cherished.

He leaned in again, taking his time to kiss her, his movements deliberate and careful. His touch was gentle, as if she were made of the most delicate glass. His massive hands cradled her face with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her chest.

The kiss grew more passionate, and she could feel his body tense with restrained power. He was so much larger than any human man she had ever known, and the realization of his strength was both thrilling and comforting. She knew he could crush her with a single careless gesture, but he was holding himself back, treating her with a reverence that was almost sacred.

Her own hands explored the contours of his muscular arms, feeling the power coiled beneath his skin. His breath was warm against her face, and she could hear the low rumble of his pleasure. He pulled away, his eyes searching hers for any sign of fear or rejection. All he saw was the mirror of his own feelings, a mix of awe and longing.

With a gentle nod, she communicated her desire for more. He took this as his cue and leaned in again, kissing her more deeply. This time, she didn't hold back. Y/N pressed herself against him, her body arching upward, seeking to be closer. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, and she felt a sense of completeness she had never known before.

His hands began to roam over her body, exploring her curves with a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped into his mouth as his thumb traced the line of her jaw, his other hand sliding down to rest at the small of her back, pulling her even closer. She could feel his heart racing, matching the tempo of her own.

Her hands slid over the firm planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath his leather tunic. The desire within her grew stronger, and she found herself craving the feel of his skin against hers. Y/N reached for the laces of his shirt, her trembling fingers fumbling with the knots. He paused, giving her a questioning look, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

With a soft growl, Azuk lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in his arms. His movements were surprisingly graceful as he carried her to his room, a space she hadn't yet ventured into. The walls were adorned with weapons and trophies of his past, a stark reminder of the warrior he was. Yet the bed was large and inviting, with more furs piled high, creating a soft cocoon of warmth.

He gently set her down, and she couldn't help but stare at the sheer size of the bed. It was easily twice the size of any human-made bed she had ever seen. The sight was both intimidating and thrilling. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers, and she could see the hunger in them, a mirror to her own.

With trembling hands, she helped him remove his tunic, revealing a chest riddled with scars from past battles. Each one told a story she longed to hear, a story of survival and valor. He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she felt her heart race even faster. He reached out, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her neck before tracing a line down to the hem of her shirt.

Her own hands trembled as she lifted the fabric over her head, exposing her to his gaze. The firelight danced across her skin, casting warm shadows that played with the contours of her body. For a moment, they just stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The air grew thick with anticipation as their eyes locked, a silent conversation of want and need passing between them.

With a gentle touch, Azuk lowered himself to his knees, his gaze never leaving hers. His calloused hands slid along her thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Y/N's breath hitched as he reached the apex of her legs, his gaze dropping to the juncture of her thighs. He was so close, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against the fabric of her undergarments, and she could feel her heart racing in anticipation. With a soft growl, he pulled them aside, revealing her to him. His eyes took in the sight of her, and she felt a thrill of vulnerability mixed with desire. He was so large, so powerful, yet he handled her with a tenderness that took her breath away.

As he kissed her stomach, his tongue tracing a slow, sensual pattern downward, she couldn't help but arch her back, offering herself to him. His hands were strong and gentle as they held her in place, his thumbs caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. When his mouth reached the apex of her legs, she let out a gasp, her body tightening with anticipation.

The first touch of his tongue sent shockwaves through her body. It was rough yet soft, a delicious contrast that had her biting her lower lip to stifle a moan. He took his time, exploring her with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. His every movement spoke of a deep yearning, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue found the most sensitive parts of her. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel her body responding, her legs shaking with the effort to stay upright. Azuk's hands held her steady, his arms a bastion of strength she hadn't realized she needed until that moment.

The orc's mouth was insistent, his movements growing more deliberate as he tasted her. She was lost in the sensation, her moans growing louder with each passing second. The heat from the fire was nothing compared to the inferno burning within her. Her breaths grew ragged, and she could feel her climax building, a crescendo that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

He must have felt it too because his pace quickened, his tongue delving deeper, teasing and stroking with an expert touch. Her body tightened around him, and with a cry, she shattered, her legs giving out from beneath her. He caught her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to keep her upright.

Pulling away, he looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion. "Are you sure, little one?" he rumbled, his voice thick with need. "This is your choice."

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want this."

With a low growl of satisfaction, Azuk stood, lifting her into his arms once more. He laid her on the fur-covered bed, his eyes never leaving hers. His movements were slow and deliberate as he removed the rest of her clothing, revealing her to him completely. She felt no shame under his gaze, only a deep, all-consuming need.

He climbed onto the bed, his massive body looming over hers. Despite his size, he was careful not to crush her, his weight distributed evenly as he lowered himself down. His hands explored her body with a gentle touch, learning her curves and the softness of her skin. His thumbs grazed the sensitive peaks of her breasts, drawing a gasp from her lips.

Y/N felt a blend of fear and excitement as she reached out to touch him in return. His skin was warm and rough, a stark contrast to the soft fur beneath her. Her hands trailed over the scars that adorned his chest and arms, each one a story she longed to hear. He leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

The size of his hands was overwhelming, enveloping her completely as he touched her. Every stroke, every caress, was like a declaration of ownership, a promise that she was his and his alone. His fingers danced over her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He was so much larger than any man she had ever been with, and she felt like a delicate doll in his arms.

But she didn't feel overwhelmed; instead, she felt safe, protected. His movements were deliberate and precise, as if he had studied her body for years, learning every curve and contour. She moaned against his mouth as he slid his hand between her legs, his thick fingers parting her folds to find the swollen nub at her center. He rubbed her in slow circles, the pressure building with every pass.

The sensations grew more intense, and she could feel her body climbing towards another peak. She clung to him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as she arched her back. His touch was firm but gentle, a contradiction that only added to the pleasure. He knew exactly when to push her over the edge, and when she came again, it was with a scream that echoed through the cabin.

Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure when Azuk finally pulled away, his eyes dark with hunger. He reached down, his hand fumbling with the laces of his trousers. With a swift movement, he pulled his dick out, and Y/N couldn't help but stare. It was massive, a thick, veined length that made her feel both intimidated and excited. She had never seen anything like it before, and the thought of it inside her made her feel both scared and incredibly aroused.

He must have noticed her apprehension because he leaned down, his forehead resting against hers. "I'll be gentle," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I'll never hurt you."

Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, and she found it in the softness of his gaze. With a nod, she allowed him to position himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of his weight. Then, with a slow, steady pressure, he pushed inside.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. His size stretched her, filling her completely in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and powerful. She watched in amazement as the outline of him grew more pronounced in her stomach, his every inch a testament to their connection. It was a strange, almost surreal sight, yet it only served to heighten her arousal.

The initial penetration was a shock, a feeling of fullness she hadn't anticipated, but she quickly grew to crave it. He pushed in further, inch by inch, watching her face for any signs of pain. When she gave a nod of encouragement, he sank into her fully, his hips pressing into hers. The sight of his large, powerful body joined with her own was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, but she didn't look away.

Her eyes never left his as he began to move, his strokes long and slow. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her body, and she found herself matching his rhythm, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. The cabin was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of their bodies and the harsh rasp of their breaths.

The pressure inside her grew, building with every thrust. And when he reached down to press his thumb against her clit, she moaned, the sensation almost too much to handle. His eyes locked onto hers, watching her face contort with pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the knowledge only made her want him more.

With each movement, he pushed a little harder, his thumb rubbing in circles as his cock filled her completely. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a storm on the horizon. Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around his waist as she urged him faster. His grunts grew louder, his hips moving with a primal force that she couldn't resist.

And then, as the wave of pleasure crested, he whispered the words she never thought she would hear from the lips of an orc: "I love you, little one." The declaration was as unexpected as it was sincere, and it hit her like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of emotion through her body. Her eyes widened, and she felt her heart swell with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire beside them.

Y/N didn't know what to say, the words catching in her throat. She had grown to care for Azuk, but love? That was a feeling she hadn't dared to explore, not in this strange and unpredictable world. Yet, as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she felt something deep and profound for this creature who had become her protector, her confidant, and now her lover.

Her response was a whisper, almost lost to the crackling fire. "I...I love you too, Azuk."

The orc's eyes widened in surprise, and a fierce, beautiful smile broke out across his face. He kissed her again, his movements growing more urgent, as if to seal their bond with every stroke of his tongue. The love he felt for her was a revelation, a feeling as surprising as it was overwhelming. He had never imagined himself capable of such tenderness, especially not for a creature so different from him.

Yet, as he made love to her, every touch and caress spoke of a deep, unshakable affection that grew stronger with each passing moment. Her legs tightened around his waist, urging him closer, and he responded in kind, his hips moving with an instinctual rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very beat of the earth beneath them.

Their love grew like a wildfire, consuming them both in its flames. Every touch, every kiss, was a declaration of a bond that transcended the boundaries of their species. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and desire that only served to fuel their need for one another.

Y/N felt her walls crumbling, her fears of the unknown giving way to a burning desire to be one with this creature who had saved her, who had shown her a different kind of love. As Azuk's cock slammed into her, she could feel the barriers between them dissolving, leaving only raw, primal need.

Their eyes remained locked, the fire in the hearth casting a warm, flickering glow over their intertwined bodies. The intensity of their gaze grew with every thrust, speaking volumes of the love and trust that had blossomed in the cabin's embrace. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he sought to bring her to the brink of ecstasy once more.

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, leaving shallow grooves as she held on tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of his cock inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that only heightened her arousal. She could feel his muscles tense as he approached his own release, the veins in his neck standing out in stark relief against his dark skin.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and she felt the warm flood of his seed fill her. The sensation was overwhelming, sending her spiraling over the edge into her own climax. Her body convulsed around him, her inner walls tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Their bodies stilled, joined in the most intimate way possible, as the last of their shared ecstasy pulsed through them. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, a contented sigh escaping her lips as Azuk's cock twitched within her, his warm seed spilling out to mix with the slickness between her thighs. The feeling of being so completely filled by him was foreign and yet incredibly satisfying, leaving her feeling more connected to him than ever before.

Slowly, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a softness she had never seen. The fierce warrior had been tamed by love, his expression one of pure adoration as he brushed a lock of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing the rough contours of his jaw.

The fire had died down to embers, casting a soft glow over the room. They lay together, their bodies tangled in the warm furs, the heat of their passion slowly fading into the gentle warmth of their embrace. His heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, a steady rhythm that lulled her into a doze. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek, the warmth of his breath against her skin.

Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her, a feeling she hadn't known in weeks. Her mind drifted back to her village, the people she had left behind. Yet, here in this cabin with Azuk, she felt more at home than she ever had. His presence was a comfort she had grown to crave, his gentle strength a balm to her fears.

As the warmth of their love-making faded into the night, she could feel the weight of sleep tugging at her eyelids. Her breath grew deep and even, matching the steady rhythm of Azuk's beside her. His arms remained wrapped around her, holding her close, as if afraid she would vanish into the night like a figment of his imagination.

But she was real, all too real, and the warmth of his embrace was a stark reminder of the new reality they had created together. Her hand lay flat on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm, a gentle reminder that she was safe. His breath rumbled in his chest, a comforting sound that seemed to say everything she needed to hear without words.

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