A stark reminder that his kind are not lovers.
They are slaves to lust and pleasure, driven most by the promise of the next and most satisfying release.
And so, if you're presented with his cock, you can safely assume that your past life has ended and you'll live as a toy.
@MagusOfCrimsonn He can, can he?
Then excuse the thick hand coming around, digging under he skirt, and grabbing a cheek.
Hopefully she doesn't mind nearly being plucked off her feet so that he could pin her against his own body.
@debauchedwings and started to suck. A vacuum from his throat, while lips and teeth massaged the breast, working to pull delectable, human treat from his newest bride.
@debauchedwings chest, to her heart, though indirect. Something he knew those humans loved, some intimacy he thought foolish.
But those kisses ended, and the fingers were pulled free from her nethers after only a few seconds. And as he had done before, he took the other breast into his mouth-
@debauchedwings he'd seen women in those tempting uniforms before. And oh how he wanted them.
"Orc bride... Bearer of my sires. Provider of sweet, honey milk."
@debauchedwings below, Gru's mighty pride rose, and it became clear just how easily he got his way in orcish culture.
When one shamed even elephants, they wanted for little and needed for less.
"You are mine, Pegasus Rider."
He didn't know her name, nor even the extent of her position, but-