Female Orc Novels & Stories

Then a hand reached through the space between stone and shield. Not long dead; flesh still clung to the orc’s bones as the arm bent forward, trying to lock onto my wrist. I slapped at it, my stomach boiling as chunks of flesh snagged on my fingertips. “stupid-child of Freyja,” the orc snarled, evidently still possessed of its tongue. “Your flesh will fill my belly soon enough.” In reaction, I seized hold of its forearm and twisted till the elbow dislocated, savoring its cry of anguish but knowing the orc would well have the last word.

"She walks alone every now and then slipping away before dawn. This time she went deeper into the woods than usual." Morrigana arched a brow. "And? Did she frolic through the trees? Or let me guess, she whispered to the wildlife she saw? Oric please get to the point" Oric chuckled. "Not quite. She was training. Hard. And here’s the interesting part: Morrigana, I don’t think she’s human, she wasn’t just using human strength." His gaze sharpened slightly. "She’s tapping into something else. Something… unnatural." Morrigana’s her expression carefully neutral. "You don’t say? Oric, if that’s all, then we’re done for tonight" she said flatly, her tone laced with a touch of dissatisfaction as she

Their whispers grew louder, turning into guttural screeches that clawed at her mind. They were humanoid but wrong, their bodies warped and broken. Skeletal hands reached for her, their nails like shards of obsidian. “Stay back!” Elora shouted, backing away until her boots hit the edge of a blackened river. But there was no escape. The first creature lunged. Elora threw her arms up, bracing for impact, but at the last second, her hands glowed faintly. A burst of silvery light erupted from her palms, sending the creature sprawling with a screech that made her ears ring.

“Your pussy is so tight.” I bit down on my lower lip, shaking. He moved farther, and a sharp gasp escaped my mouth. I fisted the sheets as tears trickle down from the corner of my eyes. My head rocked back against the pillow when he moved deeper. “You’re cruel!” I breathed. I yelped when he softly slapped my tits and cupped them. “I’m cruel!” He growled and slapped them again, I moaned. “I’m a monster!” He wrapped his hand around my neck while pumping inside me. “I’m not a human!”

Chaos had designed most of them to reproduce with the many females left and make more warriors… The Male Orcs seemed flustered by such demand all out of the sudden, even more, when Chaos had yet to realize that the entire female population of Orcs was already his fan club, so the chances for these strong warrior women to accept these guys was slim as they desired Chaos. Even more, Chaos himself was not even aware of how exactly creatures reproduced, but he knew that they could, so he had asked them to do so. As simple as that. He had yet to read some more books about biology, it seems. However, amongst the many women, Dura was the strongest, as she had become a fierce Fire Oni, her beauty ha

The walk was quite peaceful, there's nothing interesting happened though not even single monster attacking me. After 30 minutes of driving at a safe speed, I finally arrived at the Keep, like always the slaves was particularly shocked by the emergence of black square box moving around and producing a loud noise. The first one to react was actually Bina Murook one of the 1st five, She a Orc Warrior, 195cm high light red skinned with muscular physiques, but still her feminine feature was definitely there, it was hard to ignore the G cup breast, and that round apple ass. She look exactly like the Orc you see in games (WOW), but instead of fierce and groggy looking, her face was quite similar to

Looking up, she saw the phantoms clashing against the newly arrived griffins—the phantoms wreaking havoc along their way as their slimy-looking yellowish skin glistened under the rising sun while their long swirling tongues dripped with the werewolves’ blood. Soleyah was too familiar to them. In that tunnel, she had seen these creatures. They were mindless and weak, no matter how many they were. Different from crawlers, skinwalkers, and phantoms, orcs were created by Merlin. She had fought with them along the way to the place she sought so she knew how easy it was to kill them, but seeing that the sparse werewolves were being pushed back—she knew that quantity mattered.

Briefly before the door swings closed, he sees Fay, passed out, naked and bruised. The skin tight helm begins to fold back, morphing down as their leader made his way out of the captain’s room. The male orc has a dark, after shaved beard on his strong jawline. Those ebony locks of his fall down on his green shoulders and his dark amber eyes leer to Uzul. “Hey, what is wrong with Fay?” a questioning tone reaps from his throat and as he asked the other two faces become visible to the Uzul. The one on the right side of the tall orc has an eyepatch upon her left eye, fully covering it. Though her other eye is pure blue. She has dark dreads that fall down to her back. Between the gums inside her

He stared at each one, and they all nodded, except for me, who made it clear that I was furious at being kept in the dark. “What a lack of etiquette to involve me in a meeting where the only one who doesn't know what it's about, King Lycan, is your Luna!” I growled loudly, ferocious, and impatient. “Control yourself, she-wolf!” The Alpha shouted, raising an eyebrow, making my wolf shrink within me. “Elara, did you get the stones forged by the orcs?” “Orcs?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. “They are creatures descended from ogres; they don't have the same size or fury, but their strength and cunning are equal to those of their ancestors!” Oliver explained subtly and courteously. “I didn't kn

I heard Hale instruct. "Listen, whore, the New Order wants you alive," he told me. "But that doesn't mean you have to be in one piece. I think if you have just one leg, you will be more inclined to stay in one place and do as you're told. Don't you agree with me, guys?" I looked around in fear as all the men nodded in agreement with creepy smiles on their faces. "Good," Hale said. "Cut off her right leg, I want to hear her scream."