Angelo startles from the feel of something solid and hot nudging against him. He looks into the Chieftain's face, puzzlement and alarm written in his features. The brutish Orc replies by cupping the fleshy cheeks, massaging them as he sensually teases the winking entrance with the throbbing tip of his erection.
"This is where the real test of endurance begins..." He whispers huskily to the worried Imperial, leaning forward to catch and nibble on his plump bottom lip.
The Orc was kissing him! Angelo went stiff then relaxed when the Chieftain laid gentle kisses on his mouth, before he fully claimed the priest's mouth by coaxing the flushed lips open then sliding in his thick tongue. The Chieftain controlled their first kiss, exploring the human's tasty orifice and dominating the smaller strip of muscle residing within. The priest moaned, lost within the erotic joining of lips; the feel of the tusks slightly poking into his cheeks highlighted the surreality of it.
While the Imperial was distracted, the Chieftain began to breach the human's virgin entrance. The bulbous head popped into the divine sheath; the sheer tightness and heat caused the Orc's head to swim. He continued with his steady penetration, ignoring the pained gasp and shuddering from the Imperial he was breaking into.
Once the whole of his great cock was buried deep within, the ordeal in deflowering the priest was over.
Angelo squirmed, gritting his teeth from the burning intrusion within his rear. He was bewildered at how his body swallowed the entire monstrous length of his assaulter. The Orc was painfully stretching him; the hot, hard flesh was pressing relentlessly at his tender, virgin walls. He huffed and panted from the discomfort, disliking the alien feel of being filled.
Whereas the Chieftain grounded his teeth in pleasure. He had fucked a couple of fellow Orismer males before he was named Chieftain but none of his past lovers could compare to the amazing snugness of this little human. He groaned low at the internal clenching, the walls acted as a grip made of warm velvet. By sweet blood, if the priest keeps up with this tensing the Chieftain was sure to erupt soon.
Large hands shifted from their bruising hold of the sublime arse, strolling up to the sweat-drizzling back to rub soothing circles into the tensed muscles. Gradually the human began to respond to the merciful and kind palms, his body becoming lax against the hulking Orc. Once most of the tension drained from the priest, the Orc takes hold of his slim hips before he began to withdraw then re-enter. Slow and steady.
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"This is where the real test of endurance begins..." He whispers huskily to the worried Imperial, leaning forward to catch and nibble on his plump bottom lip.
The Orc was kissing him! Angelo went stiff then relaxed when the Chieftain laid gentle kisses on his mouth, before he fully claimed the priest's mouth by coaxing the flushed lips open then sliding in his thick tongue. The Chieftain controlled their first kiss, exploring the human's tasty orifice and dominating the smaller strip of muscle residing within. The priest moaned, lost within the erotic joining of lips; the feel of the tusks slightly poking into his cheeks highlighted the surreality of it.
While the Imperial was distracted, the Chieftain began to breach the human's virgin entrance. The bulbous head popped into the divine sheath; the sheer tightness and heat caused the Orc's head to swim. He continued with his steady penetration, ignoring the pained gasp and shuddering from the Imperial he was breaking into.
Once the whole of his great cock was buried deep within, the ordeal in deflowering the priest was over.
Angelo squirmed, gritting his teeth from the burning intrusion within his rear. He was bewildered at how his body swallowed the entire monstrous length of his assaulter. The Orc was painfully stretching him; the hot, hard flesh was pressing relentlessly at his tender, virgin walls. He huffed and panted from the discomfort, disliking the alien feel of being filled.
Whereas the Chieftain grounded his teeth in pleasure. He had fucked a couple of fellow Orismer males before he was named Chieftain but none of his past lovers could compare to the amazing snugness of this little human. He groaned low at the internal clenching, the walls acted as a grip made of warm velvet. By sweet blood, if the priest keeps up with this tensing the Chieftain was sure to erupt soon.
Large hands shifted from their bruising hold of the sublime arse, strolling up to the sweat-drizzling back to rub soothing circles into the tensed muscles. Gradually the human began to respond to the merciful and kind palms, his body becoming lax against the hulking Orc. Once most of the tension drained from the priest, the Orc takes hold of his slim hips before he began to withdraw then re-enter. Slow and steady.