Breaking In the New Guy

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/m, orc/troll, rough sex, large insertion]

The forest was relatively quiet. The soft chirping of insects just coming out filled the air as the sun began its final descent into the horizon. Overhead, the sky was clear and a full moon was already asserting itself as it took over for its brighter twin. The whole atmosphere was calm, peaceful, and utterly boring.

Grubbi spun her big battleaxe in her hands. The weapon was prodigious and imposing, but seemed perfectly appropriate in the grip of the nearly-eight-foot orc warrior. She’d finished sharpening it, and that was everything she needed to do for the night. Grubbi’s gaze wandered to the other side of the fire pit in the middle of their little campsite, and she spun the axe in her grip again as she thought of something else to do. Something she’d been thinking about for a while now.

Seated on a fallen log, making it seem small by comparison, was Scarnag. The aquatic troll was a little over nine feet tall, with bluish-green, scaly skin and long arms that ended in huge hands. A tangle of oily black hair hung from his head down to between his shoulder blades. The party had recently rescued Scarnag from some blood-draining flowers, and the grateful monster had been traveling with them since. He was big and strong, which was just about all Grubbi was looking for at the moment. With the others off foraging and gathering wood, now was the perfect time.

The orc warrior spun her axe again, and this time Scarnag looked over, his attention drawn by the movement. Their eyes met, and Grubbi smiled as she held his gaze. She reached up with one hand to run her fingers through her hair, fiddling with the end between her fingertips for a while after.

“Is good day,” Grubbi said with a pleased nod. She was not the most articulate orc, even when speaking her native tongue. Normally this was only a slight inconvenience to communication, but in this case it didn’t matter at all. It didn’t matter because Scarnag didn’t speak Common or Orcish. He only spoke Giant, which Grubbi did not.

Scarnag responded to her statement with a noncommittal smile and nod of his large head.

Grubbi let out a low sigh. That had been her entire plan, and now it was over, having accomplished nothing. Quickly growing annoyed at the lack of progress, she stood up and moved to sit directly beside the troll, taking her axe with her for the sake of its familiar, comforting presence. She smiled at him again, still absently touching and combing through her hair.

“Grubbi like new friend,” she assured him, at which he blinked, having no comprehension. She leaned her axe against the log and reached out to touch his arm, squeezing his bicep. “Scarnag strong! Big strong.”

Scarnag recognized his own name, and could vaguely intuit what she was trying to say. He grinned with crooked teeth and flexed his arm for her, much to Grubbi’s delight. Then he reached out with his massive, claw-tipped hands to squeeze her prodigious bicep as well.

“You are also very strong, Grubbi,” he said in Giant, of which Grubbi just barely recognized her own name through the accent.

They flexed and grinned at each other’s raw physical might for a bit. Then, her attention fixating, Grubbi reached up to run her fingers along the troll’s pronounced tusks. Scarnag tensed for a moment out of confusion, but soon relaxed and accepted the odd intrusion into his personal space. He certainly didn’t mind Grubbi being so close. Even if he was just over a head taller than her, the orc was still the closest of all their companions to the scrag’s size.

Their similarity in stature and physicality was exactly what Grubbi was interested in. After so long traveling with relatively small and frail companions, the orc was thrilled to have someone around that seemed like they might be able to keep up with her.

Grubbi opened her mouth to speak, but this time remembered that Scarnag wouldn’t be able to understand anything she said. She frowned and furrowed her brow, puzzling over how to proceed. Scarnag tilted his head, watching her curiously. At last, Grubbi simply stood up, took a step back, and gestured broadly at the aquatic troll. Then, she gestured broadly to herself.

Scarnag thought for a moment, but had to simply shrug. Next, Grubbi tried pointing first to him, then to herself, then to the log, and then punching her fist into her palm in rapid succession. Scarnag, struggling to interpret the signals, punched the log so hard it left an indentation and a long crack in the old wood. Grubbi groaned in exasperation and grabbed at her head, trying to figure it out. Scarnag, after mulling it over some more, sat up a little straighter, then stood. He got Grubbi’s attention and mimed some things himself. He pointed at her, then in front of himself. Next he held his clawed hands out like he was gripping something, and thrust his hips several times before looking at her for confirmation.

Grubbi raised her fists in the air in triumph, nodding her head emphatically. Scarnag joined in, laughing and bobbing his big head up and down in approval. They paused and looked at each other for a moment, then nodded again.

In the next second, they were on each other. Powerful hands grasping and groping, tongues and teeth put to skin as they embraced their animalistic hunger for one another. Fabric was meaningless against their strength and enthusiasm, their clothing torn away and discarded piece by piece the moment any garment was in the way. Scarnag knelt down to run his palm along the full length of Grubbi’s muscular legs, and she took the opportunity to push the amphibious troll to his back, following closely after. His massive hand covered the curve of her toned ass, gripping hard. Then he slid his grip further and shoved a finger into her dampening folds, pumping it urgently as they continued to kiss and grope and pull at each other.

Grubbi grunted in brusque approval. Just the troll’s finger was already the size of the cocks she’d been used to recently. While he fingered her, she grasped his swelling manhood, and the orc woman grinned with delight. It was already the size of a small club, and quickly approaching a likewise hardness. Another of Scarnag’s fingers rubbed along Grubbi’s clit while he pumped the first into her, and she dropped her head to his broad, thick chest, momentarily overcome. She moaned and growled with excitement, her hand pumping at his shaft, her fingertips unable to touch around its girth no matter how hard she squeezed. Scarnag groaned and bent toward her as her vigorous stroking brought him to full stiffness. Grubbi reached up with her free hand to grab the troll’s greasy hair, tugging on a fistful before her hand found its way to his tusks and she rolled her thumb around the tip with a grin. Scarnag alternated between groping at her breasts or ass and simply pulling eagerly at her leg or shoulder.

Soon, the wonderful but awkward groping and stroking was no longer enough. Grubbi straddled the big troll and lifted her hips, her strong hands guiding the swollen tip of his prick to her entrance. As soon as the head was in, she dropped herself down, letting out a deep, sharp groan as Scarnag’s cock was driven into her. It was thick and throbbing, every curve and angle pronounced as it stretched the orc wide. Relishing the roughness after so long around softies, Grubbi swiveled and ground her hips around to drive herself lower, gritting her teeth as she tried to get every last inch of that monstrous dick inside her.

Scarnag had exactly the same thing in mind. The troll grabbed Grubbi by the waist and shoulder and pulled down, adding another level of brute force to her own efforts. Both groaned and clenched their jaws, but soon they met success. Grubbi’s pussy lips kissed the very root of Scarnag’s cock, and they were joined in full. The orc took only a moment to catch her breath before she began to roll her hips violently, letting out a victorious roar as she set to fucking the troll properly. Scarnag bellowed in kind, using his powerful grip to emphasize every move she made.

Grubbi bit her lip, her head spinning from the intensity of stirring such a huge cock inside her. She grinned, certain a lesser woman would have been killed by the attempt, full to bursting with pride and satisfaction. Scarnag moved beneath her, his mouth hanging open in ragged pleasure. He squeezed and pulled at her breasts with one hand, while the other reached up to her face. His fingers wrapped around her head and he pushed his thumb into her mouth, pumping it firmly and chuckling happily when she bit down in between slurping it like she was starving.

After a while Grubbi leaned forward, changing the angle and letting herself get in a more rapid rise and fall. She reached up and grabbed the troll by the shoulders while she rode him with everything her mighty hips and thighs could manage, sweat beading on her face. Scarnag let out a long, low moan at the sudden shift. He reached back to slap her ass hard several times, encouraging her to go harder and faster. Then he simply grasped her by the hips and used every ounce of his giant-like strength to get what he wanted. They leaned in close, panting and rubbing their tusks while they smashed their pelvises together with violent abandon.

With a shudder, Grubbi sat up and threw her head back. She reached down to rub rapid circles around her stiff pleasure nub, and in a minute her orgasm crashed over her with another bestial cry that echoed through the darkening woods. While the orc was momentarily immobilized by the peak of her bliss, Scarnag moved. He held her against him and stood, turning and taking a few steps before he pinned her against the nearest tree that looked like it might be sturdy enough. Wrapping his long arms around the tree for firmness of grip, the troll set to fucking her on his own terms, and with a powerful urgency that had been waiting to be unleased.

Grubbi was perfectly happy with the new development. She moaned openly, her voice stuttered by the firm thrusts that shook her body. The orc laughed with delight, slapping the troll’s ass to urge him on and completely ignoring the mild scratching of the bark against her bare back. The tree shook, raining leaves and twigs around them while they rutted at its base. Grubbi grabbed and squeezed at Scarnag’s powerful biceps so hard it would leave bruises, and she bit down on his shoulder to stifle a scream at the raw force of his fucking.

Finally, with a snarling cry, Scarnag buried himself to the hilt in his orc partner and trembled. That beast of a cock throbbed and swelled before gushing forth a torrent of troll cum into Grubbi’s depths, so forcefully and in such volume that it spilled out and spattered to the forest floor beneath them. Spent, Scarnag stumbled back a few paces, then sat, then laid on his back, all without pulling one inch away from Grubbi’s grateful body.

“Are they done?” asked a hushed voice from the bushes nearby.

“I hope so,” another whispered in answer. “I’m sickened, and yet I can’t look away.”

Grubbi’s party had returned some time ago, but didn’t dare interrupt anything.

For her part, Grubbi was perfectly content to remain with Scarnag for a while, basking in the afterglow of their brutal encounter and rubbing tusks. She was for a while, anyway. The soft nuzzling eventually intensified, and she started to move on top of him again, wiggling her hips around to coax him back to action. The incredible stamina of a troll did not disappoint, and soon they were at it again. Grubbi turned to face away as she rode him this time, giving Scarnag a great view of her muscular back and toned ass. Scarnag’s long arms were able to reach around to her front so he could fondle her breasts, squeezing and pinching at them while he bucked his hips up into her.

The slapping of flesh on flesh filled the forest again, once more to the pair’s delight and the dismay of their traveling companions.