Page 19 of Fated to the Orc

“Do I have your permission to engage in manual stimulation?” I ask as I try to regain a semblance of control of this utterly bizarre situation.

When I signed up for this job, I never imagined it would involve stroking an orc’s penis to completion, but here we are.

Life is funny like that.

“Go ahead,” Varkul says.

My hands tremble as I move towards his massive member. I can’t believe I’m really doing this.It’s for science, I tell myself.

Purely for science.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I slide my gloved hand around the base of Varkul’s cock. He’s heavy and thick, and my fingers barely wrap around his shaft.

No, sorry.Penis. I am stroking my research subject’s penis so he can deposit his semen for research purposes. That’s what I’m doing.Focus, Evelyn.

I’m definitelynotjerking off this orc warlord so he can shoot his massive and hopefully potent orc load all over me.

Varkul grunts as I squeeze his member.

“How is the pressure?” I ask.

A professional question. Good job, Eve. This is totally not weird.

“Good,” he says. “Keep going.”

“Certainly.”

My hands slide up down his length. I can feel his member throb and pulse in my hands. I do my best to ignore the tingling sensation I feel down there.

I’m just doing my job.

I glance up at the orc. His eyes are closed, his jaw clenched, his muscles bulging.

I’m affecting him. The idea is strangely empowering.

I squeeze his cock even harder, and pump him faster.

Part of me secretly wishes I wasn’t wearing gloves, that I could feel his bare skin against mine…

The big, purple head of his cock weeps with a fat, pearly drop of pre-cum. I spread it around with my thumb, and the orc grunts loudly.

His breathing is ragged, and his cock swells even more, twitching with a strength of its own. He’s throbbing so hard, I’m struggling to hold it.

I think this orc is about to blow.

Now where did I put that cup?!In my haste to get my hands on this thick orc cock, I forgot to grab it…

No, that’s not what happened, Eve. You weren’t excited to get your hands on Varkul’s orc meat. You were merely getting through a medical procedure expediently. Remember that. You’re a professional. Act like one!

I let go of Varkul’s cock for a second and turn around to look for the cup.

Instantly, the leather strap holding his wrist down snaps as he grabs my hand firmly.

My heart is launched straight into my throat as I turn back to him.

What’s he going to do to me?

His yellow eyes are blazing with a roaring fire, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring.

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