Urgent, passionate kissing was a little tricky when your woman had fangs. Or tusks. Or whatever the hell you called the big, sharp teeth jutting from an orc’s lower jaw.

Blake did his best.

Ilya was literally tearing at his recently made clothes, practically growling when she found his pants were held up with a belt. The metal buckle was obviously unfamiliar, and for a moment she pulled and fumbled at it without success.

“It’s the little pin thing. You’ll need to…”

Ilya snarled, produced a literal knife from somewhere under her dress, and cut the leather strap. Blake froze in surprise, until Ilya yanked down his pants.

She curled her hand around his hardening length, staring at it with a broad smile, then met his eyes like she’d just found a hidden treat.

“I wore my finest,” she said, looking upwards as if at her tiara, then gesturing at her robe and furs with her free hand. “I remember you liked taking a royal lady.”

“No,” Blake said, lust shooting through his body. “I liked watching a royal lady on her knees.”

“On my…oh.” Ilya tossed back her dark hair and dropped down, looking up at Blake as she stroked him. “And then?”

“And then I liked watching her pleasure me with her mouth. As commanded.”

“Yes, lord.” Ilya said with a little shudder, her eyelids drooping with lust then closing as she slipped Blake’s tip between her lips. She licked and took him slowly, then plunged him halfway into her mouth.

Blake let out a breath as the warmth and wetness consumed him. Ilya made a little groan of lust as she quickly started bobbing her head up and down his shaft. It was a sight Blake had desperately wanted to see again, but he wanted far more of her than that.

He inspected her clothes as she worked, smiling as he saw the obvious ties and straps. Without reaching down or stopping her, he used Telekinesis to start pulling her clothes apart.

Ilya made a surprised little ‘mmf’ when her robe slipped off, the ties on her leather cuirass coming apart at the same time as some sort of bustier beneath. Then her breasts were free and Blake cupped them greedily as she kept slurping him deeper.

He grabbed her arms and pulled her up, kissing her again as he dropped her pants with Telekinesis, leaving her in nothing but a loincloth. There was a bed near the fireplace, a few chairs and couches scattered around the room. But he looked again at the desk she’d been working on and walked them slowly over.

“Every time you sit at this desk I want you imagining me bending you over it.”

Ilya mumbled something incomprehensible, her face overwhelmed with lust. Blake fought the smile and turned her around, pulling the strip of fabric aside to show her swollen, perfect lips.

They were green like the rest of her on the outside, but with a very familiar, very erotic pink slightly deeper. He couldn’t help himself and dropped down to taste her, her whole body bucking as he ran his tongue up and down while he fingered her.

Ilya moaned and pushed back against his lips, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. He stood and slapped his huge length between her cheeks, sliding back and forth before lowering himself down.

He slid easily inside her very wet sex, groaning as she took him but squeezed as if barely able to restrain herself, tightening as she took in every considerable inch.

Blake just stayed still for a moment, happily buried in Ilya’s warmth. She leaned back and turned so he could kiss her, and for many long moments he just groped her incredible body, his tongue in her mouth, buried deep inside her.

“How can it fit so...perfectly?” Ilya whispered against his mouth. Blake knew what she meant. They were from different species, so it hardly made any sense. But he also didn’t care.

He finally starting moving, sliding back and forth and reveling in every noise Ilya made as he fucked her. Her eyes fluttered, and he turned her back around so he could bend her over the desk.

Flesh slapped against flesh as Ilya’s pert ass took his thrusts. Blake bounced against her, gripping and slapping her cheeks as he sped up the pounding. Ilya soon gripped the table and moaned.

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When she came she practically crushed his cock. The grip of her walls was unbelievable, her strong body squeezing and trembling as a flood of wetness dripped down Blake’s shaft.

When she was finished she just started pushing back against him, as if the orgasm hadn’t even slowed her down. Blake held himself back and kept taking her, back in control and wanting her to have every last thrust she could take.

Turned out, that was a lot.

Blake was dripping with sweat before Ilya’s legs started to shake. He just kept hammering her into the desk, fucking her through at least three orgasms until she finally slackened and lay against the wood.

Blake let the pressure overtake him. His manhood swelled with warmth, his mind already swimming with lust. Ilya felt him twitch and moaned.

“Oh I want it inside. Please. Please.”

Blake hadn’t had the slightest intention of pulling out. He exploded inside her, thrusting as deep as possible as he shivered with waves of pleasure. Ilya squeezed him inside again as if matching his pulses, making something almost like a purr as he filled her.

Blake closed his eyes, part of his brain telling him if he intended to spend a real night with Ilya, it was probably time to hit the gym. Or get the damn game to pump his physical stats more.

When he finally pulled out, Ilya made a disappointed little groan, then stood and pushed herself naked against him. He led her towards the bed, and they dropped down beside the fire in each other’s arms.

“That’s what I wanted,” Ilya whispered, clinging to him hard. “Now maybe I can finally sleep.”

* * *

Blake drifted a few hours before he woke to Ilya running her fingers over his chest.

“I can’t stop touching you,” she said with a giggle. “I love your skin so much.”

He smiled and laced his fingers with hers.

“Touch all you like. But I think it’s time we handle a few of those mutual questions.”

Ilya sagged and groaned, but nodded.

“You go first. I can’t remember what mine were yet.”

“I expect the word ‘goblins’ will help you remember.”

“Right. What in the hells? We orcs believe in five, by the way.”

“Lovely. Well…here’s the thing…”

Blake explained his people’s near destruction of the Greenblood Order. He described how they’d been far more resistant than orcs to his mind magic, and probably even more resistant than the average human.

“They’ll resist the demons, too,” Ilya said instantly, and Blake smiled.

“Clever girl. Yes. And who knows what other natural strengths and weaknesses the races have to offer each other? The goblins aren’t evil…they’re greedy, and selfish, and…probably sometimes a lot of other unpleasant things. But they’re also clever, sometimes genius, and they’re…”

“Not so different than us,” Ilya finished, and Blake nodded.

“Not compared to demons or giant insect monsters or the walking dead.”

Ilya raised a brow at that, but Blake just shrugged.

“We can work with goblins, just like I can work with unpleasant, but talented humans. My brother and most people in general tend to just…write off anyone who isn’t like them. Who don’t think or act like them. But I consider it…wasteful. And stupid.”

“We orcs are the same,” Ilya said, putting her head back on Blake’s chest. “I probably was the same. Until I met you. Now I understand, but, I’m still not sure I’d like to live with goblins.”

“You’re right to worry,” Blake said. “They’d kill us all and take the tower if they thought they could get away with it, I have little doubt.”

Ilya pulled up and stared at this, but Blake just grinned.

“Plenty of humans would, too. And you orcs are pretty ready to kill each other, so don’t act so surprised. We just killed most of them. Chased them from their home. Now I basically made them an offer they couldn’t refuse.”

Ilya sighed, and lay her head back down, stroking her fingers up Blake’s hip.

“Careful with that, my dear, or we’ll run out of time for questions.”

Ilya groaned and kept on touching.

“Don’t tease me,” she said. “I’m in heat. I can barely control myself.”

Blake practically choked on his spit.

“You’re…in heat?”

“Yes.” She furrowed her brow when she looked at him. “It starts around my age. I’ve little experience but my mother said it would come and go with the seasons. Human women are different?”

Blake nodded, not sure what to say. The very idea of it sent another warm wave of lust through his body, but he did his best to control himself. Questions first.

First he asked her about what had happened since he was gone.

Ilya told him the demon attacks were getting worse. That every tower had started gaining and placing ‘Soulguard’—which were apparently a special kind of warrior class made to fight things like demons—at the deeper places beneath the city.

“We’ve been forced to execute some workers and soldiers. The demons are whispering to us. Every day it gets worse and drives some mad. Even I have heard them, though for me the magic is pitifully weak. We have to do something. And quickly. Or more orcs will…well, we don’t even know exactly what they’ll do.”

Blake clenched his jaw. He had no idea how long his brother would be, or even if he and the other players would actually help the orcs. There was a very real possibility they wouldn’t want to, and Mason wouldn’t make them.

“We’re going to have to start dealing with it ourselves,” he said, and Ilya met his eyes.

“But…you only have three humans.”

Blake nodded, then gave her a grin.

“But we have an awful lot of goblins.”

Ilya cringed slightly, her mind obviously busy with having to convince the other orcs to let not just humans into their city, but now goblin wizards. And who knew what other problems he didn’t know about.

Blake rolled Ilya to her back, then kissed his way down her neck. She gasped and clutched his hair, all trace of problems vanishing from her face.

Blake had no intention of wasting a night of Ilya being ‘in heat’.

And as her lover it was obviously his duty to keep her satisfied. He wasn’t exactly accustomed to being a gentleman. But it was the apocalypse, and Blake was trying to turn over a new leaf.

They could worry about their mutual problems in the morning…