FREE USE in a Fantasy World

Rorg’s first instinct was to crush the head of the woman who had just jumped into his carriage.

It would have been easy, too. Rorg had done it before, and with larger creatures.

When the orcish crime boss had lived in the mountains, he’d been renowned for his strength, which had stood him in good stead when he got to New Larrin and set about building his empire.

His thick fur coat hid a body heavy with barbarous muscle and scarred by battle and brutality.

But when he saw what she was wearing he paused, and with that moment, he recognized her.

"Ava?" he said.

"Hi! Hoooo! You’re a hard man to find, Rorg!" Ava said as she plopped into the seat opposite him.

The orc looked her up and down. "...Why are you dressed as a nurse?"

The elf wriggled, trying to adjust her top, which only served to push her impressive breasts more to the fore. "Well, I didn’t have time to change," she said.

Rorg raised a blocky brow, then let it fall.

The acts of gods made more sense than the things Ava did, he’d found. But he wasn’t exactly complaining about the view. Especially when he noticed how high her skirt rode.

Slowly, a grin stretched the orc’s face, and he lifted an arm and banged on the roof of the carriage.

"Move!" he barked.

Instantly, the carriage lurched into motion, rocking forward and back onto the road.

Rorg settled in his seat, admiring the way the jostling of the cart bounced the elf’s ample tits. "So," he said, leering at her. "What can I do for the esteemed Ava Copperman?"

"Do you own the Hot House?" Ava asked.

Rorg’s brows slowly lowered, and his smile became considerably less friendly.

"Ava," the orc said, spreading his large hands. "That’s business! And I do hate to talk about business with friends. It gets much harder to stay friends when we mix the two."

"Really? Is that an orc thing?" the elf asked.

"It’s a business thing," the orc said.

"Oh. Well, I was hoping to talk, because it sounds like a Silver Griffon got attacked after leaving it."

That dropped the grin from Rorg’s face. He tilted back his head, looking down at Ava through small, dark eyes.

People being mugged in the slums was nothing important, even nobility.

If someone did raise a fuss, the city guards had a going rate for hushing the matter up. But Silver Griffons couldn’t be bribed or bought, and they actually believed in enforcing law and order. Not that Rorg disagreed.

He just preferred they enforce it where he wasn’t doing business.

Usually a simple prospect, as not even the Griffons patrolled East Under or the red light districts often. But if one of their own had been attacked, the rest wouldn’t just sit idly by...

"Is that right?" Rorg rumbled.

"Yep!" Ava chirped.

Rorg had heard something about a Silver Griffon being taken to the hospital. But nothing about an attack. It wasn’t any of his men.

They wouldn’t dare touch one of the meddling paladins.

Reprisals from self-righteous troublemakers would be the least of their problems. Examples had been made of those who disobeyed Rorg’s instructions. The sorts of examples that people remembered.

Of course, ignoring the problem would be even worse. But perhaps he could use the lovely elf in this. And for other things...

"Afraid I can’t help you, Ava," rumbled Rorg, feeling the motion of the carriage and watching the aspic wobble of Ava’s breasts squeezed into her nurse’s uniform. "I’m feeling a bit under the weather."

"Aww. I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Boneripper. Is it the Gray Fever?" She leaned her tits against Rorg’s bulging bicep and stretched an arm up to feel his forehead.

Rorg stiffened as the elf invaded his personal space, his muscles tightening.

Ava failed to notice, her expression concerned, face close to his as her tits dragged upwards to his shoulder and she moved onto her knees beside him on the seat. She felt all over his heavy brow.

"You are a bit hot," she said. "But I’m not really a nurse, remember? It’s just a uniform."

"But you do look good in it," Rorg said appreciatively, his huge cock shifting in his trousers. "Maybe I can tell you some things if you help me... clear my head."

"So you do know what I’m talking about?" Ava said, rocking back on her knees so her bottom in that tight white skirt was resting against her heels. "You do own the Hot House?"

"Mmmmmm," Rorg mused. "I have business dealings with the Hot House, but don’t own it. Ah, Ava, I would tell you more, but I feel so very ill. Won’t you help me?"

"How?" Ava asked, guileless eyes staring up at him.

Rorg chuckled, shifting. "Well, Ava. I’m sure I told you about how... heavy an orc’s thoughts get when he’s aroused..."

He reached a big hand to her chest, slowly, curling a thick green finger into her cleavage, dragging down the front of her uniform to reveal the lace of her bra and the depths of her creamy valley.

"H-hey! Careful. I borrowed this!" Ava cried, pouting as she pushed Rorg’s hand away.

"My deepest apologies," the crime lord chuckled.

Ava huffed, suspecting Rorg wasn’t sorry at all. But she needed that info, and like any good reporter, would suck a thousand cocks if it got her the story. "If you’ll behave, there is something I can do that might help with the... pressure building up in your pants."

"I would be deeply grateful," Rorg said, dropping his head back against the headrest of the carriage.

He stretched out his arms to either side and spread his legs wide, filling the seat but giving Ava plenty of room to slide between his legs. She looked at the huge bulge in his trousers.

"Hmmm," Ava said, examining his bulge, her tongue teasing along her soft lips with growing interest. "Your condition seems very serious, Mr. Boneripper," she said, setting to work on the buttons of his trousers. "The good news is the treatment has proven very successful. But I’ll need to administer it orally."

"Hmm. I imagine you will," Rorg chuckled, dropping one big hand to Ava’s head and guiding her to his lap.

Rorg’s aroused cock filled his dark undershorts nearly to bursting.

He pressed the lovely elf’s face against his bulge, felt her nose and hot breath on the underside of his shaft and her lips against the shifting softness of his balls.

"Mmmmppphmmpphm," Ava said, reaching up to straighten her nurse’s cap on her head even as Rorg held her face pressed against his cock.

Quite the priorities, the orc mused in approval as she breathed his musky scent. Felt his size. His power.

Finally, he let her up, moving his hand away and grinning as she slowly lifted her head from his lap.

She was panting, blushing hotly as she scowled at him and finally managed to fix her slightly crumpled hat. "Mr. Boneripper, I can’t perform the procedure if you’re that rough with me this early!"

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