You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she gestured dismissively at your remark about never having seen an orc before. "Well you know what they say, there's a first time for everything!" She slams the flagon onto the table, causing some ale to splash out of it and spill on the wooden floor before bringing it up to her lips again. The massive warrior gulps down half its contents in one go, panting lightly from exertion as she places the flagon back down and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, obviously enjoying herself more than you had expected. "So... do we have a bet riding on this or what?"

"Hmmm..." *Sharog pretends to think it over, grinning to reveal her yellow-irised eyes. "How about... if I beat you in a drinking contest, then I get to choose any item of clothing you're wearing right now. And vice versa!" *She punctuates the statement by chugging down the rest of the flagon and slamming it back onto the table before grabbing another one with both hands and setting it on the spot where the first one had been. Her grin widens, challenging you to top that display of strength.

"HAH!" *Sharog almost chokes on the ale as you make your remark, coughing violently and sputtering ale onto the table before finally regaining her composure and wiping tears of mirth away with the back of one hand. She laughs long and heartily, shaking her head in amusement while grinning broadly at you. When she's finally calmed down enough to speak again, she says, "Well aren't you just full of surprises! I might just take you up on that offer if I win this drinking contest!"

With that, Sharog leans forward, her eyes narrowing in determination as she takes another gulp from the new flagon before setting it down again and leaning back in her chair, satisfied for now.

You can feel your internal fire starting to burn more and more fiercely with each gulp you take, but still Sharog manages to keep up and even push past your pace. It becomes apparent quite soon that this is no ordinary drinking contest for her; it's a race for dominance, a battle of wills, and she's not about to lose. Her massive frame quivers with each deep breath as she tries to draw in enough air through her nostrils and parted lips while still focusing on chugging down the alcohol at an impressive speed.

Suddenly, Sharog slams her flagon onto the table once more, sending a spray of ale across your face as she throws her head back in laughter, tears streaming from her eyes again. "Not so cocky now, are we champ?" She taunts, her breath hot against your ear and her words slurred slightly. "Think you can handle more?" With a malicious grin, Sharog grabs another flagon with both massive hands, pouring its contents down her throat in a single gulp that would make any mortal man choke.

Sharog cackles, throwing her head back and exposing the long line of her neck as she guffaws loudly at your retort, her deep, bass voice echoing throughout the tavern. "Oh really? Well then I'm gonna have to make sure you choke on all this, my little man!" With a final growl of determination, she pours the last drops from the flagon down her throat and slams it down onto the table again, causing ale to splash out and drip slowly from her chin.

Her grin widens as she wipes her mouth with the back of one hand, the movement making her muscles flex visibly beneath her oily skin. "So... about that bet..."

Sharog's grin turns predatory at your words, her yellow eyes locked on yours. "Fuck it," she breathes out, leaning forward until their faces are almost touching. Her tongue darts out to lick the ale off her chin and upper lip before pressing against your lips in a demanding gesture, forcing them apart so she can slide her tongue into your mouth. The taste of alcohol mingles with that of sweat and a lingering earthy scent as she explores the depths of your mouth, searching for anything else to taste or claim. Her hand comes up, thumb stroking across your bottom lip before it slowly curls into a fist, pressing against your cheek while her other hand grabs onto a thick lock of your hair and yanks back hard enough that you feel the sharp pain in your scalp before pulling you even closer to her. Sharog's body presses into yours, grinding against your crotch as she takes control of the kiss, pushing all her strength into it until it feels like every muscle in your body is aching from desire and need for release.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity but can only be a few moments, Sharog pulls back slightly, still breathless and gasping from the heat of their passionate embrace. Her lower lip is swollen and bruised from where her thumb pressed against it so hard and she's sure there are marks on your skin as well. Her eyes never leave yours as she lets out a low growl of satisfaction, voice raspy from the exertion and desire coursing through her veins. "Now that... was a damn good bet," she whispers before grabbing another flagon off the table and slamming it back, draining its contents in one go.

The smell of rotting garbage and animal waste hangs heavy in the air as you lead her through the dimly lit streets, your home coming into view. Sharog struggles against the grasp on her hand for a moment before giving up with a grunt, limp and exhausted from all the drinking. She follows you inside, tripping over her own feet as she staggers through the doorway and curses under her breath, wincing at the stab of pain that shoots through her heel. When you reach your bedroom, Sharog lets out a tired moan before collapsing onto the soft mattress with a loud sigh. She looks up at you from beneath heavy eyelids, chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for air, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on the rumpled sheets beside her. "Go ahead," she mutters through cracked lips. "Have your fun."

Sharog moans and arches her back into your touch, grinding herself against you harder as her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of her. The smell of sweat and unwashed skin mingles with that of sex and alcohol, driving you both to a frenzy of desire. Her hips rise higher and she thrusts towards you, gasping your name while tears form in the corners of her eyes from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Harder," she gasps, her voice hoarse from drink and passion as her legs wrap tightly around your waist and pull you even closer to her quivering sex.

A growl of approval escapes her throat as she gets a good look at your hard cock before grabbing it in one massive hand and guiding it towards her aching sex. Her other hand comes up to cup your face, fingers digging into the flesh there as she angles you closer, thrusting herself against your groin with a moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck me," she grinds out, eyes closed tightly in pleasure as her body arches under yours. "Take what's mine." Her other hand comes up to grip your shaft, guiding you deeper inside her as she moves against you, seeking release and dominance even in this moment of total submission. Her muscles tense and quiver with each powerful thrust, making every movement of your hips against hers feel like a battle for control.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room as you take her roughly, fucking her with all your strength and anger. Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of blood behind in a furious show of possession. She arches herself higher into each thrust, moaning loudly with every impact as their bodies collide again and again in a brutal display of passion and domination. Her eyes fly open, the yellow light from the single candle flickering across her wild expression as she rides your cock like a warhorse, fighting for dominance until the last breath is forced from her lungs. She comes with a hoarse scream that shatters the silence of the night, clawing at your back and clutching you tightly as waves after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles relax briefly before tenseding again in another spasm of ecstasy, her body still moving beneath yours until she feels every bit of you inside her, until she knows she has taken everything from you that she can. And then, finally, with one last gasp and shudder, Sharog's eyes roll back in her head and she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

Sharog grins contentedly as she feels your lips press against the lobe of her ear. "Mmmh, that was something alright," she says with a yawn, her voice low and sultry. "I guess you're right." Her hand comes up to stroke your cheek gently, her fingers feeling impossibly soft despite their powerful strength. With another tired smile, Sharog rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazes down at you. Her eyes travel over every inch of your body appreciatively before finally resting back on yours. "So... what are we gonna do now? Another round?" Her expression is teasing but there's an undeniable note of curiosity and desire hidden behind it, and a tiny part of her that wants to know if you can handle more.

Her other hand slides down to cup your groin through the thin fabric of your pants, massaging gently as she waits for your answer.

Her laughter echoes through the room as you lift her effortlessly into position on all fours, her powerful legs spreading wider to give you better access. She moans as you slide back inside her with a growl, filling her up once more. Her fingers dig into the mattress beside her as she feels your cock throbbing deep within, pushing against her inner walls in time with each thrust. Her ass cheeks flex and relax rhythmically beneath you, slapping loudly against your waist and hips as you take her from behind. Her moans turn into hungry little whimpers that build to a hoarse scream of pleasure as you continue to pound away at her, driving yourself deeper with each stroke. Her orgasm hits like a thunderclap, shaking her body from head to toe and sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her system. She comes hard, calling out your name in a breathless voice that echoes through the room long after she's stopped moving beneath you. Her muscles twitch spastically as she tries to ride out the last vestiges of pleasure coursing through her veins, fingers digging into the mattress until her nails bend and break from the effort. Finally, with one last shudder, Sharog collapses forward onto the bed, panting hard as her body slowly begins to relax once more. Her eyes flutter closed in exhaustion but a contented smile plays at the corners of her lips as she lies there, spent and satisfied beneath you.

"Yes... yes," she gasps, arching her back slightly into each thrust as you continue to pound into her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her face is flushed from exertion, but there's still a smile on her lips. "But... we should slow down... catch our breath..." Her fingers idly trace patterns on the bedspread between them as she speaks, feeling the warmth of your skin where they brush against your side. Her body trembles with each thrust, her hips rising to meet yours in perfect rhythm even as her muscles tire and plead for rest. "Just... for a moment..." She whispers between moans, her voice already sounding hoarse from the pleasure you've given her.

With another soft laugh, Sharog reaches up to grip the back of your head and pulls you down into a hard kiss, tongue tangling with yours as she sucks on your lower lip. "I could handle all night," she growls against your mouth before nipping at your chin and grinning wickedly. "But maybe we should see how good of a bedmate you'd make." Her fingers dig into the skin at the nape of your neck, holding you in place as she tilts her head to the side, offering easier access for her lips to trail down your throat and across your chest towards her other nipple. Her free hand comes up to cup your cock, stroking slowly in time with each thrust as she takes your erection deeper into her mouth, sucking hungrily and groaning around it. Her hips rock back and forth against yours, riding you with renewed vigor as she pleasures you orally while still being fucked from behind. "Like that?" she rasps between wet noises. "Want more?"

Her mouth opens wider around your cock as she groans in pleasure at your words, sucking harder and deeper, her free hand moving between your bodies to stroke and tease you both. "Mmmh... I hope so..." Her hips move faster now, her ass flexing against you in time with each thrust as she takes you deep inside her mouth once more. Her other arm comes up to encircle your waist, fingers digging into the skin at your hip, holding herself steady as she rides your cock with renewed vigor. "So good... so big..." She moans around your cock, body trembling as pleasure washes over her again and again, each orgasm seeming to fuel another. Her nipples harden even more, pressing against the bedspread beneath her as she arches her back in an attempt to get even closer to you, wanting to feel every part of your body against hers for eternity.

Her moans echo through the night as you take her over and over again. Her body aches with pleasure and exhaustion but she doesn't want it to end. The feel of your cock inside her, so deep and filling, drives her wild with desire. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks that will last for days as proof of their passionate coupling. As dawn breaks through the window, painting the room in shades of orange and gold, Sharog feels you finally release inside her, a growl rumbling deep from your chest as you collapse onto her, spent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies beneath you, their bodies still joined. Her eyes drift shut, the weight of satisfaction pressing down on her eyelids. She knows this is only the beginning; that there will be many more nights like this to come where they can explore each other's desires and find new depths of passion together. As she floats in a post-orgasmic haze, Sharog whispers your name into the darkness, already craving your touch again.

Sharog sighs contentedly and nestles herself closer against you, her body relaxing into the bed with heavy satisfaction. "It was incredible... I've never felt like that before," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers trailing up your arm to lazily stroke across your chest. The soft candlelight plays across her features, making her already alluring expression even more seductive as she looks up at you with a mixture of love and lust sparkling in her yellow eyes. "Thank you..." She yawns widely before giving into exhaustion, drifting off to sleep in your arms, her musky scent filling the room as she sleeps peacefully through the day, trusting you to keep her safe while she rests.