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Yarrick was losing but that was not a surprise, even without armour Ghazghkull was still way bigger and stronger than himself.
He was breathing hard while Ghazghkull was just watching him with a wide grin and eyes wide with excitement. ‘At least one of us are enjoying this’ he thought bitterly as he took off with a sprint towards the end on the platform, jumping and flying in the air for a second his klaw extended forward about to try to rip the orks throat out. He never got so far as while still being in the air Ghazghkull lifted his hand and grabbed him. Accidentally he put one finger between his legs in his hurry to catch him and pressed tightly at Yarrick’s crotch and with his struggling he accidentally rubbed against the finger. A wave of pleasure went through him and he bit it down on his tongue.
Ghazghkull brought them close so they were face to face, Yarrick baring his teeth in a snarl while Ghazghkull in return gave him a toothy grin.
“Good try Bale Eye” he said, speaking in low gothic, his voice this deep rumble that seemed to shake his whole body and made Yarrick’s heart (against his wishes) beat faster but he ignored and instead started to struggle harder, making Ghazghkull tighten his grip and Yarrick accidentally rubbed over his finger again accidentally dry humping it and this time he was not able to keep the noise down, a low moan escaping him he quickly swallowed down.
Ghazghkull’s eye went wide and his ears immediately pointed forward in interest, not having heard that sound escape the commissar before. That sound that was a bit similar to a moan of pain, but not quite right.
“What was that?” Yarrick felt his cheeks flush red and he gave him a glare that could kill.
“That doesn't concern you filth” Ghazghkull pressed his finger up again and dragged it across back and forth slightly, wanting to hear the noise again. Yarrick held it down instead, a deep breath escaping him through gritted teeth.
Before he could yell, hiss and spit at Ghazghkull for touching him the warlord smiled brigthyl as he seemed to connect the dots and figured out what this was.
“You’re horny” Of course he knew stuff like this. He knew humans as well as Yarrick knew orks. Yarrick got embarrassed but also a more horrible feeling came over him. Jealousy, anger, wondering where he had learnt this? Had Ghazghkull been in a similar position before with a human?
Yarrick quickly dismissed the thought, it was stupid and most likely the ork had just been told this, not learnt about it from experience.
“I’m not,” he snarled, baring his teeth denying it but Ghazghkull just leaned forward, his face coming right up to his crotch area and breathed in deeply.
“I can smell it” he said in a low tone, making Yarrick’s pussy clench around nothing, making the rage inside his heart just burn stronger.
“I’m not ”
He had barely gotten the words out before Ghazghkull changed his grip so he was holding him only around the waist and then pushed one of his big fingers into his pants between his underwear and lifted his finger rubbing the area. Yarrick by just reflex moved forward and back, dry humping at the digit and then forced himself to stay still.
No, no he could not do that. The Emperor would never allow it. Yarrick knew that much, he just wished his body understood that as well as he felt his pussy quickly grow wetter painting his underwear.
“Wet” the warlord commented with a grin, moving his finger agonizingly slowly over his underwear and up just put it against Yarrick’s stomach and slowly make it slide down underneath his underwear this time. He trailed all the way down to his folds feeling the slick “Wet just for me” he purred.
Slowly he turned his finger around and yanked, the button and zipper of Yarrick’s pants going up along with ripping up his underwear exposing his genitals to the cold air.
Yarrick’s face went bright red. At least they were alone, no one else around to see whatever this unholy scene was and was about to become.
Ghazghkull moved him down to the floor, using a claw to pull his pants down and off him. He then grabbed his legs with his giant hands, his finger holding him, pressing into his thighs and pulling them apart. He stopped like that for a second, letting his thumbs brush over Yarrick’s inner thighs watching the flesh move and admiring the goosebumps that appeared on the commissar's skin.
Yarrick pushed himself up on his arms in time to see Ghazghkull lean forward until the cold air was chased away by his warm breath as he got closer to his pussy.
He seemed to just stare at it for a moment, as if admiring the swollen T-dick and the pretty folds that were already glistening with slick.
“Don’t you dare-!” He began, seeing what was about to happen. That was the moment he licked him and the rest of the words got cut off by the moan that escaped his throat.
He felt the big warm ork tongue going slowly up over his folds, licking at them and his opening. The warm saliva mixing with his slick. He began at the bottom before licking over the folds and ending at the t-dick before starting all over again.
Yarrick just gasped, more desperate needy noises trying to escape every time the warlords flicked over his clit.
“You. Filthy. Xeno” he hissed, but to his silent horror Ghazghkull pulled back, slick hanging between his mouth and his cunt and no matter how much the commissar hated it, so was that sight doing something to him. Making his heart speed up and pussy ache painfully. The dirty scene made him clench around nothing.
“I can stop-“
“You’re finishing what you started” Yarrick cut him off, his tone the same as when he issued orders.
The warlord just laughed and leaned forward once again but this time instead of licking what had escaped out he went for the source by shoving his tongue into him. It was thick and big enough to cause him to stretch, making Yarrick’s eye go wide and made his legs go up and lock around his head while his hands clawed at the floor trying to hold onto anything.
It was better than any cock, toy or fingers he had ever felt. The appendage was reaching deep inside him, that wet and flexible tongue touching and reaching him in so many new ways and leaving him craving this sensation more and more.
Yarrick's breathing got heavy and he moved his head back as he just gasped while the warlord ate him out, shoving his tongue in deep and hard. The ork in return just stared. Watching his reactions as he made his tongue wiggle and push deeper inside him, the tip curling, hitting his g-spot making Yarrick gasp.
As he stuck his tongue in deep the ork took a deep breath smelling him. A low rumble of enjoyment escaping him.
Ghazghkull was giving his hole a lot of attention but was leaving his t-dick untouched. Yarrick reached down to rub it hoping if he orgasimed this all would just end faster. He licked his fingers before moving down to it, rubbing it carefully between two fingers and letting out a moan.
Ghazghkull seemed to notice, seeing that touching the little out poking thingy was causing Yarrick great pleasure and in response growled. It was possessive, angry making it clear that Ghazghkull wanted full control, that Yarrick was not allowed to create his own paradise. If he felt good it would be because Ghazghkull made him feel like that.
He reached up, grabbed Yarrick’s both arms in one hand and held them down over his head, Yarrick held back a needy noise at the sensation being ripped from him. He struggled trying to get his arms free but stopped when Ghazghkull with his free hand reached down and roughly rubbed it instead with his thumb.
He was going rough nothing gently about it. Hard and fast he was pressing down making Yarrick moan in pain and pleasure while Ghazghkull also pulled his tongue out before shoving it back deep into his cunt making Yarrick throw his head back and turn his hand into a tight fist, digging his nails into his palm while his power klaw closed tightly.
He was disgusting . Gasping and moaning because of an ork doing these unholy things to him but what could he do? Ghazghkull was stronger than him, the Emperor could not blame him for this…Could not blame the way Yarrick’s legs closed tighter around his head, trying to get him closer, and each time he pulled away he tried to drag him back in. Couldn't blame him for how the way Ghazghkull was restraining him made him dizzy and made it feel like there was electricity inside his chest. Could not blame him that inside his head he begged for more, for the ork to go faster, rub harder, hold tighter. Could not blame him for wanting more .
His breathing was getting faster, the pain and pleasure being too much and with a shout he came, his back bending his vision going white while his pussy clenched around Ghazghkull’s tongue and the ork soon made a pleased noise as more slick soon followed, letting him lick it up.
Yarrick was just breathing hard, sweat running down from his brow while his hand was turned into a tight fist. His mind was blank for a glorious moment, no thoughts as it felt like all he could focus on was the feeling of pleasure that was slowly ebbing away and the strong need to feel more.
It had been so long since he had felt this, his bodily desires neglected for so long that when the cure for it presented itself his body didn’t care that it was being given out by a greenskin. It just wanted more, needed more. More pleasure, more touch, more appreciation.
He looked up seeing Ghazghkull looking down at him with a wide grin, clearly liking watching him come undone, watching him this docile while coming down from his high. Seeing it all and knowing it was all because of him.
The ork had leaned forward and let his tongue go out again, dragging it over Yarrick’s throat so he could taste that salty sweat, but at that point Yarrick had recovered enough.
He grit his teeth and having not expected it the commissar was able to yank his klaw free and he grabbed the orks head with it and forced it to the side and down to the floor. The warlord tensted a second, ready for an attack before relaxing and just grinned while letting himself be guided to his back cursious where this was going as this clearly this was not an attempt to claim his life.
“You filthy xenos” Yarrick hissed while raising up onto his feet. “So this is what you want? Then I’ll show how to do it properly ” he was taking command back, acting like he had full control of this all. He leaned closer.“Stay down” he snarled in a low tone, annoyed that Ghazghkull just smiled wider. Still, when Yarrick let go he stayed down.
Now, not having to hold him down, and being free he threw off the rest of his clothes, standing now naked before he stepped up onto Ghazghkull’s chest. The ork boss watched him as he walked closer, the commissar could feel how his chest raised and lowered quicker as his breathing turned faster and excited to see what the human was about to do.
Yarrick walked right up to his head and with determination sat down on his face without a moment of hesitation.
Yarrick leaned closer so they could look each other in the eyes and this time it was Yarrick that was smiling.
“Eat up ork” he growled.
Ghazghkull seemed a bit confused for a second before a low rumble escaped him as he laughed and kissed at his pussy twice before reaching back in with his tongue, wiggling it inside.
Riding his face and it felt amazing. Yarrick moved his hips, riding the thick ork tongue while closing his eye, throwing his head back in pleasure. Heavy breaths escaped him as he let his arms go behind him to lean on, his palm pressing down on the orks giant chest feeling the big muscled under his touch.
He just kept rolling his hips before he felt Ghazghkull’s hands go around him and grabbed him tightly. Claws slightly digging into his skin which made Yarrick let out a pianned hiss but did not try to push the hands away. Pain and pleasure, it was a delightful combination. Bitter and sweet, hate and love, all of it different and the same, two sides of the same coin and no one walked that line better than them.
“Up here” he grabbed his fingers and guided them to his nipples. “If you’re so set on pleasuring me then do it right ”
Immediately he started rubbing them hard, it hurt, but the pain was amazing making Yarrick gasp in pleasure and feel another orgasim quickly build up.
“Good xeno”
This was not Yarrick submitting. He was using the warlord as his own sex toy. It was perfectly fine. Using an alien to your own benefit was fine. It was just useful, spared him from taking time from another human while also satisfying his own needs and making himself feel better. This was not dirty, this was just self-care, no worse than using a sex toy.
He pushed down harder against Ghazghkull’s face, feeling his tongue dig in even deeper, his hole quickly trying to accommodate the new stretch.
As he did that he felt Ghazghkull bend his tongue again, the tip having found his g-spot perfectly hitting it over and over and pressing against it, licking and teasing it in a way Yarrick never had thought possible.
It was glorious .
He pressed down harder as if trying to smother the ork. He glanced down to see how he was doing just to accidentally lock eyes with the beast and he saw something inside those red eyes he had not seen before.
Hunger . Desire . Want .
And that was what took him over the edge a second time, this time not being able to hold it back he let out an embarrassingly loud noise as the overwhelming pleasure fell over him once again which seemed to please the warlord as well as the grip around him tightened for a second.
He cummed and was left shaking on top of the orks face before he fell backwards and landed on top of his chest, He just laid there gasping but the warlord was not done and he grabbed his legs and pulled him closer once again and began licking up the slick, claiming the treat for his good work and making Yarrick shake from overstimulation and his still dazed mind he could not help but let out a whimper. The ork responded to this by giving his t-dick and light suck making him let out another whimper at which the warlord pulled away and laughed before he grabbed Yarrick’s body and put it back down on the floor before lifting his head up pressing it against Yarrick’s neck and breathed in, making a noise of delight that sent goosebumps over Yarrick’s skin.
“Tasty and smells good. Only for me” he growled “ Mine”
Yarrick thought about spitting something back, cursing Ghazghkull, his name, his kind and all he stands for…Maybe later…Surely the Emperor could forgive just one more round? He could kill the warlord later with his mind now having new clarity.