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Day 1

“Bring the girl, then.” The orc Chieftan’s voice rumbled in the large war tent and Drexl, his commander, motioned for the woman to be brought to them. Her protests could be heard cutting the cool air outside before the heavy flaps whipped open when the two guards pushed her through and to her knees, the firelight lapping at her porcelain skin.

“I am of the-“

“You are part of the tribe now, healer.” Grax thundered as he approached her, tugging at the leather waistband of his fur breeches. The woman’s eyes burned at being interrupted then crossed slightly to focus on the enormous, orc cock lowering between them. Already a large pearl of precum had formed at the slit of his throbbing, green head. “And as such, you will heal each and every body in need of your mending, beginning with this one.”

Day 26

“Un! Gods-Un! Un! Wait, let me just get a grip on something at least, you-un, You brute!” The priestess continued to scramble for a hold before finally settling on the edge of the long table as the orc railed into her from behind. “There. Just… Un… J-Just be a bit more… agh… gentle…” Rexl simply laughed and took another swig of ale from the clay jug and passed it over his shoulder to another of his brethren waiting behind him and the plates and cups on the feasting table began to bump and rattle, such was the force of their fornicating.

“Gentle is for the weak and elves, spellweaver.” He chortled and his orcish comrades cheered him on as he clamped another large hand on the priestess’s other hip.

“Agh, careful! That’s deeper than- Un Un Un Un Un-aaaaHHH!” Her protests we’re simply eclipsed by the hot twinge already burning between her legs begin to overtake her entire body.

“Heal! Heal! Heal! Heal!”

The chants of a dozen orc warriors swam around her as her head bobbed and her breasts bounced in soft circles, the huge orc prick penetrating her dripping quim… and that’s when she felt her climax rip through her...

Day 371

“And with these words, may I heal the woes of the wounded and sick…” The orc high priestess spoke the oath in an oily tone - appropriate, as the three women in the cave were all covered in the balms and oils of tradition.

“Annn-wifffm-hees-wmmrds-ay-I-eel-mmm-oes-offwww…” The remaining words of the newly anointed healer were muffled by the firm posterior of the she-orc as she sat upon the girl’s face and enjoyed the feel of her tongue moving from her slit to her puckered asshole.

“Mmmmhmmm…” another sigh escaped the disciple’s lips as the second orc woman pressed the palm of an oiled hand against her sex and began moving it in gentle circles.

“That’s right, girl,” the priestess cooed as she pushed back against her tongue. “Only a few more hours until dawn.” She looked back down at her apprentice, tossing her long black braids over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow. “Then I will allow you to rest…”

Day 735

“It will work. We cannot delay any longer, for the enemy will sense and exploit any hesitation.” The general opposite the painted surface of the war table nodded his ascent before the gentle flip of the tent entrance signalled her arrival.

“Healer,” the chietain clipped as he took her in: her braided hair cascading down from the topknot on her head and down again between her ample breasts. She was topless and the blue orcish runes were a sharp contrast against her light skin as they circled under and around her ribs, and down her left thigh, where a modest leather thong and pouch rested.

“Sire,” the priestess replied calmly, a faint smile drawing up the corner of her lip. Her eyes turned to take in the general. “Changed your mind about me yet, General?” Her demeanour was cool yet approachable as she reached and placed her hand on his muscled hip. “Dawn approaches and you and your men are in need of blessings.”

“Changed my mind that you are now an orc? No.” His voice was steady but his loins stirred a little at her touch.

“Now, now…” Her words dripped honey as she moved closer to cup his balls and press her chest against his. “I could never be an orc woman, true.” She stood up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. “But you can be certain I fuck as good or better than any one of them…”

Hello!

This is a prompt that can go several ways (which you may choose to be manifold, if you like). I've written the above prompt where I will be the GM. Essentially, you are a captured non-orc (elf or human, etc.), you may be a healer already and be reluctant to assimilate at first (plenty of opportunity for dominating, dub/non-con, etc.). Perhaps your character is spoiled royalty, a healer of the enemy, or even a spiritual adventurer forsaken by their diety now doomed to do dirty, dirty things?

As your time with the orcs continues, your experiences move you from reluctant prisoner to the ultimate heal slut, a holy warrior and “healer” of the tribe’s men and women… and prisoners and hostages… and diplomats from enemy territories… and so on! You are eventually both the most revered and most desired woman in the realm.

I will be playing your orc captors, your warriors, and your fellow priestesses and anyone else we can think of along the way!

Obligatory “more about me”:

20 M here looking for a solid, literate, and long term rp partner.

I use pms here and am quite responsive, live on west coast of North America, (GMT-8/PST) and I usually adjust to my partner's needs/wants. I usually end up averaging 2-4paragraphs per post once things start to really get flowing.

Kinks: cum/cumplay/multiloads, big ass/boobs, BJs(!), long hair, dirty talk(!!), outfits/armour (!!!), cum on outfits/armour, powerful women, 2 paragraph responses (this is a kink, not a requirement but if you like longer responses… swoon)

Limits: under 18, scat, vore, gore, one line responses.

Things I feel will help you in this rp: you’re a keen writer who appreciates grammar and punctuation, etc., you’re a switch and enjoy sub and dom roles, and you have a good sense of humour!

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