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@Orka I'm done hiding our relationship baby
 
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Your welcome. 100% handwritten. Awe in my wonderous creation. this is Orc level smut
The dim glow of the forge fires cast long shadows across the stone chamber. Orka stood by the anvil, sweat-slicked muscles gleaming, his broad chest rising and falling after hours of hammering. Volk leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with that familiar hungry glint in his eyes.

“You’re gonna break that hammer if you keep swinging it like you’re pissed at it,” Volk said, voice low and rough.

Orka set the tool down and turned, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. “Maybe I’m just waiting for something better to swing on.”

Volk’s lips curled into a smirk. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance in three strides. Without another word, he grabbed Orka by the back of the neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and demanding. Orka’s big hands immediately found Volk’s waist, yanking him closer until their bodies pressed hard against each other.

Volk could feel Orka’s cock already thickening against his thigh. He grinned against Orka’s lips and reached down, palming the heavy bulge through the thin fabric of his work trousers.

“Fuck, you’re hard already,” Volk muttered, nipping at Orka’s lower lip.

“Been thinking about your mouth all day,” Orka growled back. He shoved Volk backward until his back hit the cool stone wall. In one swift motion, Orka dropped to his knees, yanking Volk’s trousers down. Volk’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

Orka didn’t tease. He took him deep in one go, mouth hot and wet, throat relaxing as he swallowed around the girth. Volk’s head fell back against the wall with a groan, one hand tangling in Orka’s dark hair.

“Shit… just like that,” Volk hissed, hips bucking forward.

Orka worked him with practiced skill—sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, one hand cupping and massaging Volk’s heavy balls. Saliva dripped down Volk’s shaft as Orka took him even deeper, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base.

Volk’s grip tightened in Orka’s hair. “Get up. I want to fuck you.”


Orka pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He stood, stripping off his own trousers in seconds. Volk spun him around, pressing Orka’s chest against the wall. He kicked Orka’s legs apart, then spat into his palm and slicked his cock.

No slow buildup. Volk lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Orka’s tight heat. Orka let out a deep, guttural moan, forehead pressed to the stone.

Volk started pounding into him immediately—hard, deep strokes that made the slap of skin echo through the chamber. His hands gripped Orka’s hips bruisingly tight as he fucked him relentlessly.

“Take it,” Volk growled against Orka’s ear. “Take every fucking inch.”

Orka pushed back to meet each thrust, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his back. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the wall, leaking steadily. Volk reached around and started stroking him in time with his thrusts—rough, fast pulls that had Orka cursing under his breath.

It didn’t take long. Volk’s rhythm grew erratic, hips snapping harder as he chased his release. With a low, broken groan he slammed in deep and came, flooding Orka’s insides with hot pulses.

The feeling of Volk pulsing inside him pushed Orka over the edge. He came with a shout, thick ropes of cum painting the stone wall as his hole clenched rhythmically around Volk’s cock.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Volk pressed a lazy kiss to the back of Orka’s neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down Orka’s thigh.

Orka turned, grabbed Volk by the jaw, and kissed him deep and filthy.

“Next round’s on the workbench,” he muttered against Volk’s lips. “And you’re the one getting fucked.”

Volk grinned, eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Deal.”
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Your welcome. 100% handwritten. Awe in my wonderous creation. this is Orc level smut
The dim glow of the forge fires cast long shadows across the stone chamber. Orka stood by the anvil, sweat-slicked muscles gleaming, his broad chest rising and falling after hours of hammering. Volk leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with that familiar hungry glint in his eyes.

“You’re gonna break that hammer if you keep swinging it like you’re pissed at it,” Volk said, voice low and rough.

Orka set the tool down and turned, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. “Maybe I’m just waiting for something better to swing on.”

Volk’s lips curled into a smirk. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance in three strides. Without another word, he grabbed Orka by the back of the neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and demanding. Orka’s big hands immediately found Volk’s waist, yanking him closer until their bodies pressed hard against each other.

Volk could feel Orka’s cock already thickening against his thigh. He grinned against Orka’s lips and reached down, palming the heavy bulge through the thin fabric of his work trousers.

“Fuck, you’re hard already,” Volk muttered, nipping at Orka’s lower lip.

“Been thinking about your mouth all day,” Orka growled back. He shoved Volk backward until his back hit the cool stone wall. In one swift motion, Orka dropped to his knees, yanking Volk’s trousers down. Volk’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

Orka didn’t tease. He took him deep in one go, mouth hot and wet, throat relaxing as he swallowed around the girth. Volk’s head fell back against the wall with a groan, one hand tangling in Orka’s dark hair.

“Shit… just like that,” Volk hissed, hips bucking forward.

Orka worked him with practiced skill—sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, one hand cupping and massaging Volk’s heavy balls. Saliva dripped down Volk’s shaft as Orka took him even deeper, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base.

Volk’s grip tightened in Orka’s hair. “Get up. I want to fuck you.”


Orka pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He stood, stripping off his own trousers in seconds. Volk spun him around, pressing Orka’s chest against the wall. He kicked Orka’s legs apart, then spat into his palm and slicked his cock.

No slow buildup. Volk lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Orka’s tight heat. Orka let out a deep, guttural moan, forehead pressed to the stone.

Volk started pounding into him immediately—hard, deep strokes that made the slap of skin echo through the chamber. His hands gripped Orka’s hips bruisingly tight as he fucked him relentlessly.

“Take it,” Volk growled against Orka’s ear. “Take every fucking inch.”

Orka pushed back to meet each thrust, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his back. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the wall, leaking steadily. Volk reached around and started stroking him in time with his thrusts—rough, fast pulls that had Orka cursing under his breath.

It didn’t take long. Volk’s rhythm grew erratic, hips snapping harder as he chased his release. With a low, broken groan he slammed in deep and came, flooding Orka’s insides with hot pulses.

The feeling of Volk pulsing inside him pushed Orka over the edge. He came with a shout, thick ropes of cum painting the stone wall as his hole clenched rhythmically around Volk’s cock.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Volk pressed a lazy kiss to the back of Orka’s neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down Orka’s thigh.

Orka turned, grabbed Volk by the jaw, and kissed him deep and filthy.

“Next round’s on the workbench,” he muttered against Volk’s lips. “And you’re the one getting fucked.”

Volk grinned, eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Deal.”
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The dim glow of the forge fires cast long shadows across the stone chamber. Orka stood by the anvil, sweat-slicked muscles gleaming, his broad chest rising and falling after hours of hammering. Volk leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with that familiar hungry glint in his eyes.

“You’re gonna break that hammer if you keep swinging it like you’re pissed at it,” Volk said, voice low and rough.

Orka set the tool down and turned, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. “Maybe I’m just waiting for something better to swing on.”

Volk’s lips curled into a smirk. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance in three strides. Without another word, he grabbed Orka by the back of the neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and demanding. Orka’s big hands immediately found Volk’s waist, yanking him closer until their bodies pressed hard against each other.

Volk could feel Orka’s cock already thickening against his thigh. He grinned against Orka’s lips and reached down, palming the heavy bulge through the thin fabric of his work trousers.

“Fuck, you’re hard already,” Volk muttered, nipping at Orka’s lower lip.

“Been thinking about your mouth all day,” Orka growled back. He shoved Volk backward until his back hit the cool stone wall. In one swift motion, Orka dropped to his knees, yanking Volk’s trousers down. Volk’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

Orka didn’t tease. He took him deep in one go, mouth hot and wet, throat relaxing as he swallowed around the girth. Volk’s head fell back against the wall with a groan, one hand tangling in Orka’s dark hair.

“Shit… just like that,” Volk hissed, hips bucking forward.

Orka worked him with practiced skill—sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, one hand cupping and massaging Volk’s heavy balls. Saliva dripped down Volk’s shaft as Orka took him even deeper, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base.

Volk’s grip tightened in Orka’s hair. “Get up. I want to fuck you.”


Orka pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He stood, stripping off his own trousers in seconds. Volk spun him around, pressing Orka’s chest against the wall. He kicked Orka’s legs apart, then spat into his palm and slicked his cock.

No slow buildup. Volk lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Orka’s tight heat. Orka let out a deep, guttural moan, forehead pressed to the stone.

Volk started pounding into him immediately—hard, deep strokes that made the slap of skin echo through the chamber. His hands gripped Orka’s hips bruisingly tight as he fucked him relentlessly.

“Take it,” Volk growled against Orka’s ear. “Take every fucking inch.”

Orka pushed back to meet each thrust, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his back. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the wall, leaking steadily. Volk reached around and started stroking him in time with his thrusts—rough, fast pulls that had Orka cursing under his breath.

It didn’t take long. Volk’s rhythm grew erratic, hips snapping harder as he chased his release. With a low, broken groan he slammed in deep and came, flooding Orka’s insides with hot pulses.

The feeling of Volk pulsing inside him pushed Orka over the edge. He came with a shout, thick ropes of cum painting the stone wall as his hole clenched rhythmically around Volk’s cock.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Volk pressed a lazy kiss to the back of Orka’s neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down Orka’s thigh.

Orka turned, grabbed Volk by the jaw, and kissed him deep and filthy.

“Next round’s on the workbench,” he muttered against Volk’s lips. “And you’re the one getting fucked.”

Volk grinned, eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Deal.”
 
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The dim glow of the forge fires cast long shadows across the stone chamber. Orka stood by the anvil, sweat-slicked muscles gleaming, his broad chest rising and falling after hours of hammering. Volk leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with that familiar hungry glint in his eyes.

“You’re gonna break that hammer if you keep swinging it like you’re pissed at it,” Volk said, voice low and rough.

Orka set the tool down and turned, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. “Maybe I’m just waiting for something better to swing on.”

Volk’s lips curled into a smirk. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance in three strides. Without another word, he grabbed Orka by the back of the neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and demanding. Orka’s big hands immediately found Volk’s waist, yanking him closer until their bodies pressed hard against each other.

Volk could feel Orka’s cock already thickening against his thigh. He grinned against Orka’s lips and reached down, palming the heavy bulge through the thin fabric of his work trousers.

“Fuck, you’re hard already,” Volk muttered, nipping at Orka’s lower lip.

“Been thinking about your mouth all day,” Orka growled back. He shoved Volk backward until his back hit the cool stone wall. In one swift motion, Orka dropped to his knees, yanking Volk’s trousers down. Volk’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

Orka didn’t tease. He took him deep in one go, mouth hot and wet, throat relaxing as he swallowed around the girth. Volk’s head fell back against the wall with a groan, one hand tangling in Orka’s dark hair.

“Shit… just like that,” Volk hissed, hips bucking forward.

Orka worked him with practiced skill—sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, one hand cupping and massaging Volk’s heavy balls. Saliva dripped down Volk’s shaft as Orka took him even deeper, nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base.

Volk’s grip tightened in Orka’s hair. “Get up. I want to fuck you.”


Orka pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. He stood, stripping off his own trousers in seconds. Volk spun him around, pressing Orka’s chest against the wall. He kicked Orka’s legs apart, then spat into his palm and slicked his cock.

No slow buildup. Volk lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Orka’s tight heat. Orka let out a deep, guttural moan, forehead pressed to the stone.

Volk started pounding into him immediately—hard, deep strokes that made the slap of skin echo through the chamber. His hands gripped Orka’s hips bruisingly tight as he fucked him relentlessly.

“Take it,” Volk growled against Orka’s ear. “Take every fucking inch.”

Orka pushed back to meet each thrust, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his back. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the wall, leaking steadily. Volk reached around and started stroking him in time with his thrusts—rough, fast pulls that had Orka cursing under his breath.

It didn’t take long. Volk’s rhythm grew erratic, hips snapping harder as he chased his release. With a low, broken groan he slammed in deep and came, flooding Orka’s insides with hot pulses.

The feeling of Volk pulsing inside him pushed Orka over the edge. He came with a shout, thick ropes of cum painting the stone wall as his hole clenched rhythmically around Volk’s cock.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Volk pressed a lazy kiss to the back of Orka’s neck before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip down Orka’s thigh.

Orka turned, grabbed Volk by the jaw, and kissed him deep and filthy.

“Next round’s on the workbench,” he muttered against Volk’s lips. “And you’re the one getting fucked.”

Volk grinned, eyes dark with renewed hunger.

“Deal.”
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