Orc musk tends to be a rather potent... motivator. Ganon could easily spend hours jerking off while snorting the grime off those sweaty jizztanks and slobbering all over his unwashed shithole. All while the orc snores away undeterred.

He's sucking on your toes.... but in a nefarious and villainous manner.

An orc’s big toe by itself fills up his mouth pretty easily, a couple more shouldn’t hurt!

Making scary faces and thinking up malicious deeds the entire time.

Go ahead, he’s in his own world down there. The taste keeps him concentrated on concocting terrible deeds.

Smells - and tastes - disgusting. Almost enough to get him to puke. Does the orc stomp around in garbage all day? Don’t mind the Gerudo’s pre-spurting cock.

Loud grunters and moaners... He wants to hear your pleasure.

|| Playing a big scary villain guy is fun and all but after a while the plots get kinda same-y and I tend to lose motivation to write. Just wondering if I should make a new account with a more flexible muse so I can switch things up a bit.

There's a reason why the Gerudo can take such huge cocks so easily, you know...

|| Best served in mouthfuls!

|| Oh, you bet.

Tread carefully. The Gerudo may enjoy some fun here and there, milking those filthy Orcish cocks of all their unspent seed, but will not tolerate any attempt at disrupting his position in his household (and kingdom, for that matter).

His propensity to swallow down mouthfuls of fermented, chunky, addictive orc seed and suck on those delicious, greasy, brain-rotting forests of wiry pubes is in /no/ way shape or form an indication of his weakness in the face of superior… disgusting… orc cock.

. . . He wouldn’t mind testing out that theory. Of course, he’d definitely prove the brute wrong, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Ganon's nostrils visibly flare as that fetid fuckstench invades his senses. A familiar scent, but one that never fails to turn his mind into mush every time. His cock visibly jumps underneath his flimsy silks. "I've lain with brutes much worse than you, orc. Th-this is nothing."

The smell nearly brought him to his knees. He himself was unfamiliar with the concept of "hygiene", but the sheer /filthiness/ of orcs was something he, shamefully, couldn't match. "...The wife's asleep. As long as she doesn't wake up..." He takes a shaky step towards the orc.

He grumbles, clearly trying to show that he's not /completely/ given over, yet, but he obediently gets on his knees. His sweaty ass settles over his bare feet as he faces Gholug. He opens his mouth, tongue lolling out lewdly as he looks up at the orc. Almost pleading.

|| Might come back with a new account, will tag it when I do. Deciding between an orc or minotaur at the moment.