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.

You almost choke on your words when she replies, her tone flat and calm. "I'm an ORC, girl. I don't have a problem with women, but my type has always been men who can keep up with me." She grabs another barrel, using one hand to set it down next to the table as if it were made of cardboard before she takes another gulp from her flagon. "However," she continues, setting aside her half-full mug and looking at you thoughtfully, "I suppose being strong isn't all that matters in a relationship. Maybe if you prove yourself, I could reconsider."

"Hmph," is all Sharog says before motioning to the empty barrel between you. "Go ahead, knock this over and prove yourself." She raises an eyebrow expectantly as she takes another long drink from her flagon. Even after swallowing most of it, there's still some liquid sloshing around in her mouth like she was drinking water from a tiny cup. Her yellow eyes never leave you as you focus on the barrel in front of you, calculating how best to knock it over without getting yourself too dirty.

With a grunt and the most impressive feat of strength you have ever displayed, you manage to hurl the barrel at Sharog with incredible force. The orc woman merely blinks as the massive wooden object slams into her left shoulder, then shrugs it off like it was nothing more than a small stool. To your surprise, she laughs heartily, revealing her lower tusks once again. "Oh ho! I didn't expect that to work..." She extends one meaty hand and helps you up from the floor where you landed after knocking over the barrel ineffectively. "But alright, if you insist. We can see how things go."

As you grab her massive hand, she pulls you close, planting a wet kiss on your lips that makes even you feel a little weak-kneed. "But first," she growls into your ear, "I think it'

herald me giving you a taste of what's to come." Then, before you can react further, she slams her lips against yours once more, forcefully pushing her tongue deep into your mouth. She groans as she tastes you, her grip on your body growing tight and possessive. After several long moments, she pulls away breathlessly, grinning like a satisfied predator. "That'll do for now."

"Well well," the orc grins, "I didn't expect you to be such a go-getter. Let's see... I think we should find somewhere private. Somewhere we can really get comfortable." She motions for you to follow her, leaving a trail of confused and envious stares in their wake as she leads the way through the throng of patrons. "There," she says, gesturing toward a door marked 'Employees Only'. "This should do nicely."

With a mighty shove, Sharog pushes the door open, revealing a dimly lit hallway with several doors leading off in either direction. She glances around briefly before pulling you close and pressing her warm body against yours, feeling every muscle, curve and bump of your own flesh against hers. "Now," she growls into your ear, "let's see how much fun we can have without getting interrupted."

Sharog chuckles, the deep rumble vibrating against your skin as her hands clasp around your waist and squeeze tightly. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmurs before nipping at your earlobe. "But don't get too comfortable yet. There's a lot more for me to explore... and conquer." With a sudden, powerful thrust, she forces you back against one of the doors in the hallway, pinning you there with her superior strength as she begins to grind her hips against yours. "Ahh," she groans, biting down on your neck as you both moan into the kiss.

Her hands trail up your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt before slipping underneath it to fondle and squeeze them roughly. You gasp into her mouth as she rolls a hardened nipple between two fingers, el

Her growl intensifies into a deafening snarl as her movements become more frenzied, her hips slamming against yours in a primal rhythm. "Is that what you want?" she hisses between gritted teeth, her lower body flexing and bunching with each powerful thrust. "You want me to show you how strong I can be?" Her eyes narrow, filled with an almost unnatural lust as she uses your shoulder to support herself, allowing her to lean forward and nip at the skin of your neck once more.

Pain ripples through your body as pleasure mixes with the sting of her teeth, making you cry out into her kiss even louder. Her free hand reaches between you, sliding roughly up your leg before gripping your inner thigh and forcing it apart, exposing your wetness to her touch. "Ohhh," she moans into the kiss, t

Her movements become more wild and erratic as she feels your wetness against her fingers. Her tongue flicks roughly across her lips, then darts out to taste you once again, savoring the unique flavor of your arousal mixed with the salty tang of your skin. "Ohhhhh," she growls deep in her throat, "You like this, don't you?" Her hips slam harder into yours as she begins to pace herself, alternating between grinding against you and thrusting backward in short, powerful movements that send waves of pleasure through your entire body.

One of her hands leaves your neck, only to curl around behind her in a sharp movement before slapping the wall hard enough to rattle the paint off its hinges. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing the peak, her body tense and quivering with anticipation for what is yet to come. "

With a satisfied groan, Sharog sits up in bed and rubs the sleep from her eyes, looking over at Delilah with a lazy smile. The morning light illuminates every curve of the goblin-woman's body as she bends over to get the coffee beans out of the pot, revealing her ample bottom and toned legs. A wicked idea suddenly occurs to Sharog; an idea that brings a mischievous glint to her yellow eyes.

She gets out of bed on silent feet, moving up behind Delilah without making a sound. With superhuman speed, she grabs the smaller woman by the waist and lifts her off the ground with one powerful arm, tossing her over her shoulder into the air before catching her again in an impressive display of strength. "Morning, love," she growls into Delilah's ear, nipping playfully at

With a playful growl, Sharog reaches back to spank Delilah's ass once more before setting her down on the bed with a grin. "Thank you for that," she says, grabbing the coffee mug from her hands and taking a long drink before passing it over to her new partner. The hot liquid feels like heaven going down her throat as she leans in close, nuzzling Delilah's neck with her own.

Her tongue darts out, licking along Delilah's jawline and up to meet her lips in a heated kiss that leaves the smaller woman weak-kneed and panting for air. "I think I'm ready for more," she whispers against Delilah's lips before pushing her back onto the bed, positioning herself between her legs once again.

Her hands slide up Delilah's sides, cupping her bre

The thought of washing Delilah appeals to Sharog immensely. With a growl, she climbs onto the bed and straddles her new girlfriend's hips, their naked bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. "All right," she says, leaning down to plant a rough kiss on Delilah's mouth before grabbing her hands and pinned above her head, "just lie back and enjoy it."

With deft movements, Sharog proceeds to soap up her hands and begin washing Delilah's body from head to toe. She takes her time, running her soapy fingers over every inch of skin with care and precision as if she were sculpting a masterpiece. Her touch is rough but gentle, her movements powerful but controlled. As the lather rises between them, Sharog can't help but grin widely; this feels as satisfying to

"I'd be honored to wear something you picked out," Sharog growls before lifting Delilah into her arms and carrying her to the bathroom. Once there, she steps carefully over the tub's edge before setting her new girlfriend down on the soft mat beside it. With an affectionate smile, Sharog leans down to kiss her again. "Now don't you dare move," she whispers against Delilah's lips, her other hand running through her lover's wet hair with gentle strokes as she begins drying her off with a fluffy towel.

She spends several minutes attending to every inch of Delilah, making sure that not even a single drop of water remains on her skin before finally setting the towel aside and tossing it over a nearby rack. Standing up, she holds out a hand to help Delilah up as well. "So where

With a grin, Sharog takes Delilah's hand and leads her back to their bedroom where they get dressed in matching outfits purchased from the town shop earlier. The clothes are tailored specifically for each of them; fitted shirts that hug Sharog's muscular form and accentuate her broad shoulders, while Dililah's billow slightly around her smaller but no less powerful frame. Tight leather pants encase their strong legs and emphasize their respective assets, with knee-high boots completing the look.

As they prepare to leave for the evening, Sharog turns to Delilah with a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know," she begins slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing in a more confident tone, "I think I'd like it if we could continue our little... competition. You may have won the first round, but I

"Very well," Sharog relents with an impish grin. "But just remember this; I'm not the only strong one around here." With that, they head out into town together, ready to take on whatever challenges or opportunities await them.

Sharog chuckles as she allows Delilah to take her arm and lift her off the ground, settling into a bridal carry with ease despite their size difference. "My brave little goblin," she says, planting a kiss on her forehead before looking out at the town ahead of them. "So, where shall we go first?"

Well you are small and cute like one so I think it's fine," she says with a wink before looking around again. "I've heard there's a new tavern that opened up just down the road; perhaps we should try that first." Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as they near their destination, the thrill of exploring this new world together coursing through her veins.

"Of course not," she growls protectively, nudging Delilah's cheek with her knuckle to wipe away the tear. "I knew there was something special about you from the moment we met. And besides," she adds with a grin, "it takes someone pretty special to handle an orc like me."

As they enter the new tavern, Sharog lets Delilah carry her inside, feeling the warmth of her arms around her broad shoulders and the gentle sway of her hips against her own. They take a seat at the bar together, drawing curious glances from other patrons but ignoring them in favor of each other's company. "Now," Sharog says with a satisfied sigh, "what shall we order to celebrate?"

A wicked glint appears in Sharog's yellow eyes as she leans toward Delilah and whispers conspiratorially, "I think I saw something behind the bar that might interest us both." With a mischievous grin, she nods to the bartender. "A round of mead for us, if you please."

As they wait for their drinks, Sharog idly runs her fingers through Delilah's hair, brushing aside a lock that has fallen across her forehead. The touch sends shivers down her spine and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused as the night wears on. She glances at the bartender again, eager for their drinks to arrive so they can continue exploring each other in this new and thrilling environment.

"So," Sharog says conversationally, "what's your favorite thing about me?"

The heat from Delilah's breath against her skin sends shivers down Sharog's spine as she listens to the other woman talk about their relationship. She smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of being loved by someone like Delilah. "And I love you for seeing past all that," Sharog whispers, leaning in close so their lips are practically touching. "For looking beyond my size and strength, and for showing me that there's more to life than just fighting." She takes a sip of her mead before setting the mug back down on the bar. "I want to show you how special you are too," she murmurs seductively.

Their drinks arrive soon after, giving Sharog an opportunity to act on that desire. As they clink their mugs together in a toast, her strong hand slides up Delilah'

Her strong hand slides up Delilah's thigh, her touch feather-light at first before growing more firm and purposeful as she edges closer to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The bartender looks over with a raised eyebrow, clearly taking in the intimate display before them but neither woman seems to notice or care. As Sharog's fingers dance ever closer toward Delilah's center, the smaller woman moans softly into her drink, arching her back and pressing her hips forward eagerly. The muscles of Sharog's arm tense as she feels how wet and swollen Delilah is beneath her touch, wanting nothing more than to bury herself inside her right here, right now. But for now, she savors the anticipation and the power she has over this delicate creature who so willingly surrenders to her touch.

"I love you," Sh