Pale light pours through the cracks in the curtains of a cosy tavern bedroom. It's a late winter morning, a few hours after sunrise, and the town of Edelmarsch is bustling with workers, merchants, and various others going about their business. The bedroom is decorated in typical Hinterlands fashion, cobbled-stone walls and wood-plank flooring draped in a magnitude of furs and patterned rugs, to ward off the creeping cold. The ashes of a burnt-out fire sit in a fireplace beside the large bed.
With a yawn, one of the bed's two occupants pushes back the heavy bedcovers, and sits on the edge of the mattress. He's human, his skin a rather fair complexion, with pale brown freckles that dot his wide shoulders, muscled torso, and his slim hips. A smattering of blond hairs grow across his broad chest, trailing down his lean stomach. He stretches, pulling his muscled arms above his head, before standing.
Despite the chilly air, he's wearing a thong- a skimpy item of soft purple fabric that hugs his slender hips. His thighs are thickset and muscled, as well as his legs, but all the focus of any onlooker would be drawn towards his rear end; monumentally large, his two giant, round asscheeks are plush with muscle. As he walks over to the fireplace, his large behind bounces and flexes obscenely, left uncovered by his thong.
He tosses a few logs into the fire, and collects a tinderbox from the mantel. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he works, his plump lips pursed as the logs refuse to light. His face is decidedly masculine, with handsome cheekbones and a square jaw, brushed with blond stubble. He runs a hand through his short, golden hair as he shivers.
After a minute or so of fiddling with a tinder box, a spark catches and the logs in the fireplace begin to crackle with heat. The figure turns back to the bed, taking in the view of it's second occupant.
A massive, musclebound orc, barely able to fit in the queen sized bed, lies nude atop the fur covers, his monstrously large manhood slightly erect and leaking precum onto his inner thigh. He's ridiculously large, muscles bulging beneath his olive-green skin, which is decorated with several scars. Thick black body hair covers his beefy chest, as well as a large bush of pubes above his groin.
He lets out a gruff snore. His face is broad, with two heavy-looking tusks emerging from both corners of his mouth. His black, coarse hair is cropped short, and dotted with silvery greys- similar to his short, well-kept beard, which covers his wide jaw, chin, and upper lip. Even asleep, his brow is stern and severe, his face worn slightly by age.
"Kurdan, how you've not frozen to death yet, I'll never figure out." The first man remarks, a smile tilting up the corners of his stubbled mouth. With a devious tilt of his eyebrow, he snatches a pillow from the bed and throws it full force. It hits the orc with a soft smack, and bounces onto the floor. With his eyes still welded shut, the large orc shifts, his voice still rough and husky from sleep.
"It must be your warm personality, brat." He grumbles as he begins to stir. With a sigh he reluctantly moves from atop the furs, getting up from the bed. He cracks his knuckles, his back, and finally, his neck, before turning to the young human.
"I could say the same to you, lad." He grunts, gesturing a thick finger towards the his sheer purple underwear. "But now ya' mention it, I am very cold..."
He crosses the small bedroom in a few strides, and pulls the young man towards him by his hips, pressing his hardening cock up against the boy's bare midriff.
"Be a good lad, Gareth, and warm me up."
His large hands roam further, groping and fondling the lad's asscheeks between his calloused fingers. Gareth bites his lip as he looks up at the orc with a grin.
"Sure thing, old man."
He rubs his hands along the older male's muscular midriff, going lower and lower until he's gripping his giant cock between his fingers. With practised ease, he falls to his knees gently, leaning forwards and wrapping his warm, wet mouth around the head of Kurdan's thick orcish manhood.
"Fuck, boy..." The orc mutters as Gareth nurses the bulging cockhead between his lips, eagerly lapping up the musky precum as it drips onto his tongue. He looks up at Kurdan as he sinks further down, taking several more inches of meaty orcish cock into his mouth. His hands reach out and begin to fondle the orc's fat balls, tugging and cupping them just the way he knows Kurdan likes it. He's rewarded with a squirt of precum for his efforts, and he groans in delight as he slurps on the girthy length before him.
"Don't blame me when you can't talk with that employer you have lined up for for us." The orc declares fondly as he grabs a big handful of the boy's blond hair. Gareth's pink lips are stretched wide around his shaft as Kurdan's strong grip forces his partner deeper. Thick precum mixes and bubbles with the bottom's saliva, and the fluid begins to wetly drip down his chin.
"Think you're going to beat your record today?" Kurdan teases as Gareth's throat is visibly stretched by the first few fat inches of green cockmeat. "Huh, slut?"
A loud groan splits the room as the smaller male fondles the orc's heavy ballsack.
"That impatient for your morning breakfast?" He teases."Or maybe, you're hoping for something a bit more filling?"
The lad's slim tongue continues to dance along his shaft, tracing the pulsing veins that web across his skin. The fat head of Kurdan's meaty orcish cock blocks much of the air the younger man needs, causing him to have to breathe heavily through his nose as his throat is taken roughly.
Spurred on by the older male's remarks, Gareth impales himself even further onto Kurdan's girthy bitch-breaker. He gags slightly as the orc's bulbous cockhead slides down his throat, but after a few seconds of breathing through his nose, the younger male recovers. Slowly, he begins to bob up and down, filling the bedroom with wet, lurid sounds as he deepthroats the orc's massive green cock. Kurdan strokes the young man's head encouragingly, grunting in satisfaction as the young slut services him. With a slight tilt of his head, he can see that Gareth is rock hard, tenting the front of his thong with his little prick, a wet patch forming in the rich purple fabric. And yet, the young male focuses his full attention on the cock before him, throating it with such delirious pleasure that his eyes begin to roll back into his head. His throat makes a great many wet sounds as he takes Kurdan's monstrous cock like a pro. Gareth has reached the hardest part, as his throat feels full to busting, the last few inches still eluding his lips. Musky orc pubes tickle his nose.
"Is today the day you'll finally take me all the way?" Kurdan mocks. "My balls are full enough to breed both of your holes, if you need some encouragement. Now be a good boy and hold on tight"
