Garrok, his large, muscular frame glistening with the sweat and grime of battle, carried a particular cargo over his shoulder — the tiny, irate form of Tink. Her fiery spirit, so evident in the heat of conflict, had been momentarily replaced by a pout, her cheeks flaring a vivid shade of crimson.

"You know, I can walk just fine!" she huffed, trying and failing to hide her smirk.

Garrok chuckled, a deep rumble that echoed with warmth. "Aye, but then I'd miss out on this delightful conversation. Besides, weren't you the one hiding in the dirt all night? I reckon your legs might be as stiff as a board."

Tink gave a playful roll of her eyes. "Being buried in dirt is a rather... unique beauty treatment, you know."

As Garrok continued his march to the wagons, Tink playfully poked and prodded his back, her mock annoyance barely masking the contentment she felt. There was an undeniable comfort in Garrok's sturdy grip, a rhythm in his steps that made her feel secure. Perhaps, even cherished.

When they finally reached their shared wagons, Garrok set Tink down with surprising gentleness. They paused, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange filled with unspoken words and simmering tension.

Tink, her spirit always blazing bright, bridged the distance between them, standing on tiptoes to reach Garrok's face. And before he could respond, she captured his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss – an eruption of feelings that had been bubbling just beneath the surface.

Breaking away, Tink looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Come on, you big lug," she teased, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Let your wife clean you up.”

Still slightly dazed from the unexpected kiss, Garrok managed a lopsided smile, tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "Well, in that case," he murmured with a playful glint in his eyes, "I think we're going to need a lot of scrubbing."

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Tink climbed on the bench in the vain prospect of her hands reaching up to his shoulders. The gnome was determined to help Garrok peel off the equipment from his sweaty body. No amount of disapproving grunts on his part would dissuade her.

Furs and leather crumbled on the wooden floor with loud clinks. The giant half-orc stood naked in the middle of the wagon. He had to crane his neck to the side and his head was nearly scraping the roof. Despite his uncomfortable position, he still presented a staggering sight. His muscles were covered in dirt. Some of his wounds were still shimmering and thin lines of crimson streamed down his body. Yet, Tink licked her dried lips.

Garrok's firm buttocks were something she would gladly squeeze. Below their shape, the shadow of his dangling cock focused her eyes. Then he turned and presented her with the full view of his impressive manhood.

Their union was strange. That was obvious. Gnomes used bats that were thinner and shorter than the tool swinging between her husband's pulsating thighs.

Her breeches and tunic soon joined the pile of smelly clothes. She was as filthy as her man and saw no reason for keeping her dirty rags on while she was cleaning his wounds. She washed her hands, creating a clear cut between the clean and dirty skin. She soaked up a stripe of linen and approached Garrok.

“I am fine, Tink.” he grabbed her tiny wrist between two massive gray fingers.

His gesture was gentle but stern. The action made her perky breasts bounce in place. The red hair bobbed on her bare shoulders. And despite the grime covering her pale skin, the view enticed the orc. A smile stretched his big lips and his eyes glimmered with a predatory spark between his locks.

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She caught his sigh and returned the interest. They stood there admiring each other, despite what an outsider would see. Both were filthy. One of them was still oozing blood from his recent clash. But through the smeared lens of passion, none of those things mattered.

“You are pretty,” he said and he moved his hand.

His fingertips locked her right nipple and pinched the soft bud.

“I am filthy” she whimpered.

“Even better”' he smiled.

His index finger charted her small body and slid between her legs. Tink answered with a moan. Her cute voice climbed a full octave when he twirled his finger around her wet bean. Garrok's other hand snuck behind and both of her ass cheeks nestled in his palm. He lifted the delicate young woman and raised her to his eye level. Tink's feet dangled from his hand. She pointed her toes down, still enjoying his touch around her moist opening.

Then his powerful jaw split her thighs. His tusks served as pillars beyond which her legs could not close. Her recently idled feet hugged his ears. His lower lip pushed against her rectum. Garrok's big fat tongue salivated her most intimate region. Her puffy labia folds embraced the sloppy kiss. Tink's pearl throbbed against the invasion of his slippery serpent.

The scent of her aroused flower rushed through his nose. The intoxicating aroma of his gnome woke up a different beast within. The hog of war was now lying dormant in his heart. But the ravenous monster that wanted to devour his delicate wife was ready to burst open in the scene.

He positioned her small body on the bench and rested his thick cock over her abdomen. The hole was spitting transparent liquid and it was mixing with the sweat on her stomach.

Garrok was ready to demolish her but he was still taking his time. To penetrate her tiny body with his mighty cock was something he needed to do right. Otherwise, the bruising of Tink's innards was not only certain but the damage would be quite substantial. The orc rubbed his manhood across her naked body. His testicles swung heavy and smacked her vulva as he was nudging his penis closer to her quivering breasts. Her cheeks blossomed with rich red flowers creating vibrant halos around her freckles.

Garrok smiled at the lovely view and guided his tool to the wet opening of his wife. The giant bore through the gnome's labia. Tink gasped from the sharp entrance and her eyes ballooned. Her pupils dilated to such an extent; the black conquered the emerald on her irises. The breath hung in her chest as her lower region tried to accommodate the enormous guest.

“Gods,” Tink whimpered. “Gods... Yeeeeeeeeees!” She squealed after.

Feeling all this power aimed strictly at her overwhelmed her senses. She was this little thing compared to her mate. He was a towering brute, a force of nature, a muscled demigod, and he was all hers.

His desires were saved for her loins and she was going to bask in the ripping sensation.

The penis ravaged the sensitive walls of her damp cave. His fuzzy sack was prickling the gentle skin of her buttocks. But those paled in comparison to the pummeling. Garrok held Tink in position and delivered annihilating blasts of passion.

Tink felt complete with him within her. Her vaginal muscles squeezed against the torrid shaft. The popping veins imprinted in her mind as the cock was drilling her walls and rubbing against hidden treasures there. His slight curve was sliding against the top of her tunnel. Shocking waves of arousal spread from the smooth friction and fueled fires at the base of her abdomen.

A white sphere of pleasure was filling up and was on the brink of shattering. Garrok felt her trembling body climbing over the edge. He gave her one final full push. His gland crashed against her womb and he froze in this position.

The globe exploded. The shards of satisfaction rushed to share their gift with her body. Her vagina hurled tons of nectar. Her voice screeched and she didn't care who or what would hear her. The whole camp be damned, this was her time and the pleasure was nothing she had ever experienced before.

On her back, with her arms and legs spread, with her imposing husband filling the void between her legs, Tink existed in orgasmic bliss.

This only fed Garrok's hunger more. He allowed his wife to get her bearings before he flipped her over and had his way with her. Her juicy ass slapped against his muscled stomach. Her adorable cheeks clapped with each thrust. He was here for the long haul, and Tink was ready for it.

She was like a mold in his hands. He carved her in whatever position he wanted her to be. One moment, she would be below him, just to be flipped around and land on his cock. She would fold her legs and have her feet press against his thighs, while she rode him and looked him right in the eye.

Garroks was different. The sparkles floating above his ambers lacked the kill fire she saw earlier during the battle. But the intensity was still there. His ears perked and their tips twitched. The small details and subtle changes in his frowned expression were mesmerizing to her. Tink let go of any form of control and let her husband lead.

When the time came for him to share his seed, the gnome woman was ready. Or she thought she was. His cock ballooned even more.

The thick shaft was about to split her. Garrok's big balls were full and he was eager to discharge them in her.

The devastating volleys of sticky cum spattered her walls. The torrent of hot white magma broke through her resolve and she almost passed out. Blast after blast, the cum shot into her vagina with seemingly no end in sight. Realistically, nobody could have prepared her for his avalanche.

Garrok was glad. Seeing his wife contort in his shadow gave him great pleasure. Filling her with his cum was even better. She was warm and soft against his hard and uncompromising cock. Her labia glimmered around his thick shaft. The juices spilling from her obliterated opening completed the picture most satisfyingly. He had doubts about her ability to sustain herself during the act. But Tink truly proved herself tonight.

The couple collapsed next to one another. Naked, sweaty, and dirty, each one of them drifted into the land of dreams.