Izzy and Grup sit at the bar of the Ranch. “What do you say? Would you like to go ritualistically, mate?” Grup asks, looking down at her.

  Izzy thinks about it.’He is kind of hot, and he is huge.’ She watches his expression; he looks hopeful. ‘Fuck, I am a sucker for puppy dog face.’

  She runs her hand down her skirt, feeling the familiar tingle of excitement. ‘My body wants him, but I really just want to put my feet up and watch M*A*S*H... and eat ice cream... and py with Jacob's hair.’

  She looks up at the towering orc. ‘You only live once,’ she thinks, immediately regretting it. The orc stares at her bnkly, the hopefulness leaving his face.

  ‘Shit, I have taken too long to decide.’ She sighs, ‘I don't feel like ritual mating. What's that even mean? It sounds complicated.’

  She reaches a compromise. “How about I take care of you real quick and we take a raincheck on the mating?” She asks, putting on an encouraging smile.

  Grup looks at her and shrugs. “A warrior takes what is offered.” He holds out a hand, and she takes it. He picks her up and carries her bridal style. He pushes the door of the other bathroom with a foot.

  The cat smirks and swishes his tail. “Oh, to be young,” he ughs quietly to the empty bar. But he is quickly distracted as a green blob creature sits down in front of him. Swirling the bar seat.

  “Set me down, you brute,” Izzy says in mock defiance. Pounding on his chest. She notices he is built like a rock. She runs her hand across his chest; he feels solid.

  “As you wish, you fearless warrior.” He smiles at her and opens the st stall door. “I will just be in here getting naked and thinking about you.”

  She ughs, “Oh yeah, what about me?”

  He stares at her, his very brown eyes looking into hers. ”The way you are not afraid of me,” he says with a fake smile. He walks into the stall and unbuttons his pants. “You are a warrior, Izzy, and I wish to challenge you again.” His pants fall down his muscur legs. His cock is as long as her forearm. She swallows audibly.

  She walks inside the stall and closes it behind her. He puts the toilet seat down, and he reaches over and touches the gloryhole device, and it dispys a red X. “Now it's just you and me; why don't you sit?” he asks.

  She sits down, smoothing her skirt under her. She sits as delicately as she can, the image making her ugh. He moves in front of her, his cock inches from her face. She reaches out to touch it. “Just a blow job, understand?” she says.

  He smiles at her. “Unless you change your mind,” she grabs a hold of his penis and strokes it. She is surprised at how firm it is; like everything about him, the orc's cock feels muscur. She takes long strokes. He puts his hands on the wall to hold himself steady. Moving his dick closer to her face. He makes small grunts of satisfaction each time she strokes. His shaft is too thick, but the head of his penis looks like it will fit in her mouth.

  She licks the tip, and he pushes his hips forward reflexively, pushing her back. He moves back, giving her space. She bends forward and licks again, and he thrusts.

  She looks up at him and licks again, and he thrusts, “Oh, you're sensitive, are you?”.

  He frowns. “I am no more sensitive than any other person of my species.”

  She opens her mouth and swirls her tongue over the tip; he tastes like human cum. She is disappointed after the melon of the tentacle beast. His hips thrust forward, but she keeps the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue as she pumps his long shaft. She feels herself growing aroused. ‘I said only a blowjob; don’t go getting demanding,’ she says to her vagina.

  She keeps stroking his cock. Her mind starts to wander to Jacob back in the motel room. Probably still asleep. She moans, and the orc thrusts harder. He grabs on the top of the stall partition, “For a human, you're good at this,” he grunts. She keeps stroking, getting more and more aroused watching him restrain himself. ‘What would it be like if he let loose?’ she thinks, a tingle of danger running down her spine.

  She uses one hand to massage a testicle too big to fit in her hand. ‘They are massive,’ she thinks.

  ‘You know you want to see if it fits.’ The thought won't leave her alone. Her mind picturing taking it inside her. She focuses on making him cum as quickly as possible so she doesn't give in to the temptation.

  She strokes faster. “If your mouth feels like this, I wonder what inside you would feel like,” he grunts, putting a hand on her head.

  ‘Me too,’ she thinks. She keeps teasing his head as she tries to fight the urge, her panties now soaked with her desire.

  She pulls back and lets the tip pop out of her mouth. “Fuck me,” she says. He doesn't even take a moment to think about it.

  He turns her around and picks her up and sets her on her feet on the toilet seat.

  He lifts her skirt, and she wiggles her panties down to her knees. She presents herself.

  He smirks and slips his shaft between her legs and thrusts, “I am going to enjoy this,” he groans.

  The first 10 thrusts are just between her legs, his cock poking out in front of her. He is long enough that it makes her look like she has a dick. She ughs, ‘Yeah, my own green dick.’.

  “I long to feel your tightness,” he grunts, and bends his hips back; the tip of his penis bumps into her opening.

  She tries to adjust, rocking her hips, trying different angles to make room. Finally she finds an angle that lets the tip fit inside. He puts his hand on her hip and slowly thrusts, trying to go deeper.

  Her muscles clench down, not letting it go deeper; the opening is just too small. It stretches, but not enough. The pain is unpleasant; she attempts to take more, but each time he tries to go deeper, her body panics and moves her hips away.

  “It's too big,” she says, and lets him slip out of her. She squeezes her legs together and wraps her hands around his thick cock as it pokes between her legs; each thrust hits her clit. “Yes, just like that,” she says, feeling her own tension build. He grunts and rexes some of his control, thrusting hard between her legs, her wetness lubricating his cock.

  She palms the tip of his dick and rubs in a circle as he thrusts. “What are you doing, human?” he asks.

  “Making you cum,” she replies, the dirtyness pushing her closer to her orgasm. She continues feverishly attempting to make him cum with her thighs and hands.

  She feels his grip tighten. “I am close,” he grunts. She can feel his balls sp on her thighs; she is convinced there will be red marks.

  “Come in me,” she says, her rational mind being shoved into a closet. “Fill me full,” she says loudly, anyone in the bathroom and the hall outside able to hear what is happening. He pulls back and shoves the tip of his dick inside her, getting 3 inches inside before it physically won't fit.

  He grunts. So tight, it's painful, but it's pushing her over the edge. She moves a hand to her clit and rubs furiously, then he grunts and pushes; she can feel a jet of cum filling her. She feels her knees growing weak. He keeps filling her; she moans louder,

  ”Fuck, you're still filling me.” She looks down, seeing her belly looking bloated.It's too much, she cries out, and he pulls his cock out of her, the end of his dick nding in her underwear, the feeling of him pulling his penis out of her making her orgasm. It makes her fingers and hands go numb, then fills her with warmth, then travels down to her toes. She rexes in his arms as he fills her underwear full of cum. He holds her close as his cock deftes. “That was fantastic, Izzy. You truly are a high priestess of the filing cabinet, well worthy of your royal title.”

  She pants and gasps, feeling the cum run down her legs, her opening sore. ‘Why didn't I bring a pad with me?’ She questions herself, looking down at the mess in her underwear.

  He mumbles, “And my respect.” He holds her while her orgasm fades.

  “Will you join me in the shower?” he asks. helping her off the toilet seat.

  She thinks about the open shower and feels uncomfortable being that naked and vulnerable in public. The irony isn't lost on her. “I better go clean up in my own shower,” she says. Grup looks disappointed.

  She looks down at the sodden panties and grabs paper towels and tries to wipe the cum off. She eventually gives up and just pulls them up. She feels grossed out but unsure what else to do.

  He smiles at her. ‘It's best to use soap, he says. He gives her a hug. “Safe travels,” he waves and walks naked out of the stall. She adjusts her outfit the best she can and follows him out.

  She looks at him washing his muscur body in the shower. Somehow she never realized he had a belly. She waves, but he doesn't notice her. As casually as possible, she walks down the hallway to the bar. The cat waves to talk to her, but she makes the turn into the hallway instead.