The Keep

Loud grunting came from their bedroom. Grot could be heard panting and groaning throughout the abode. Sweat formed on his brow as he jerked and thrust, the screams from beneath him piercing through the gag intended to silence them.

One of his massive hands clamped down on her shoulder, keeping her steady as he had his way with the succubus. He'd spent much time with her this evening, and drawn out their time much longer than ever before, only increasing his own pleasure. The little succubus writhed in Grot's iron grasp, crying and spasming from his intrusion deep inside her.

Closing his eyes, Grot arched back his head and let out a cry of delight, wiping his soaking hand across his face causing it to glisten in the moonlit room. Breathing heavily Grot finally stepped back, watching the succubus fade away as blood gushed from the gaping wound in her stomach, and entrails hung loose. He let the jagged cork-screw like object he'd been thrusting into her drop to the floor as he sat atop Kali and theirs bed.

He had learnt to prolong the moment with the demon. Tonight he kept her alive and in agony for hours before performing her final coup de grace.

Kali was away this night, performing some mission for him. Grot's fingers were reaching to every corner of Azeroth lately, and Kali was his greatest. On the fiery hand of Grot, she was his thumb, without which it was all useless.

He missed her presence. The room felt so lonely without her, though even when she was there he often still felt he missed his beloved Kali.

Young little Kali, still a child, pinned Grot to the rocky ground dressed in her simple loincloths. "No! You see?! I'm the strongest!" She punched his chest, and he would've clutched himself there in pain had her legs not been keeping his arms pressed into the dirt.

"Kali! Let me up!" He growled in his own childlike and high-pitched voice.

"Not until you admit I'm the strongest!" She smirked down at him and drew her fist back to punch him in the face, and though he moved his head to the side she still clipped his jaw.

"Argh! Fine! You're the strongest Kali!" to which she giggled and pummeled his chest a bit more before standing up.

The Burning Steppes were broiling. Grot loved it here. Dark and desolate, with fire spewing from every crag and crevice, it felt comforting.

Kali and him had fought their way to the top of some tower held by the Blackrock orcs. Overlooking the entirety of the valley, the two of them were enjoying the view immensely. "Ahh, a pity we could not run this place." And with that he inhaled deeply and grinned at Kali, who smiled back at him through the slit of her helm.

That was when she noticed the blood soaking through his robe's sleeve, and she quickly grabbed for a bandage to heal him. Grot eyed her quick fingers moving as she tended to his wound with care. He placed his other hand at the back of her neck, and grasped her there with thick fingers, "Thank you." Kali looked up to him and beamed with joy.

Young Grot had spent all day scavenging in the wilds. Food was scarce for him these days, but he never ceased looking. And this evening he brought back with him a full four-legged thing that looked like a horse. However, unlike a horse, it was extremely tiny and would not be enough for all three of them.

Blood dripped from it as it hung from his shoulder, down across his bare chest and into his black, ragged pants. He entered the ring about the fire, where Kali sat and Lae slept, with a smile upon his face.

Kali looked up at him wide eyed "That's a nice looking meal you have for yourself!"

He shook his head and tossed it down beside Kali, "No! For you!"

Kali's look seemed obstinate, "I can fend for myself, we've eaten already." And she certainly had, though none of them were ever full these days, so they could always use more.

Grot frowned, "But... It's a present!" That would not soften Kali's mood however. Though shortly her expression changed and she looked at the sleeping Lae, then nodded back to him.

"Fine, Lae could always use more. She's still so young."

Grot's mouth watered as he watched her skin and cut up the animal, cooking it and giving it to her little sister. He was so hungry after all that time searching, but when she offered up what Lae didn't want back to him, he refused, "I swiped some cooked meat from a human today."

She growled at him, knowing his ways, "Eat it you dumb fool! You're not going to help anyone if you starve to death!"

It was another dark night in their bedroom, and Grot sat on the edge of his bed, bare muscled chest moving with his clockwork breathing. The room was almost dead silent, except for the sounds of moist smacking.

On the floor between his legs knelt the very nude Kali. Not a stitch of clothing adorned her green and curvaceous body. From her thick shoulders, down across her amply curved breasts and to pressed thighs. She was a vision of orcish perfection; proportioned like no other, battle scars that told of a might that belied her years.

And so she knelt before him, his black pants undone as she eagerly lapped at his thick cock. Her smile never faded, and her fangs always peeked out through her lips because of it, though she took every care in pleasuring his member.

Grot stared down at her body, illuminated only by the candle light. Her full breasts bouncing with her eager movements, dark green nipples erect from the simple excitement of pleasing him. Her face, her glorious face, hungrily and happily sucking, licking and lapping at him. Her mouth felt so wonderful and seeing it stuffed with his throbbing manhood had never ceased to delight him before.

Tonight however, Grot was not impressed.

She had been orally pleasing him for hours and it failed to satisfy or excite him. He pushed her face away from his crotch, and she momentarily frowned before pulling off his pants completely. "I can do better!" She stated eagerly and raised herself up upon her knees, brushing her breasts against his member.

Her firm flesh surrounded his thick aching shaft, and as she raised and lowered them playfully, her stiff nipples poked and scraped across his hanging balls, then back up. Looking at her doing this, any orc would drop to their own knees in ecstasy. But tonight, Grot only grew more frustrated.

Grot reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck, standing up onto his feet and throwing her naked body to the bed upon her back. She looked up at his scowled face with surprise and delight; he was playing rough with her, oh how she loved that game.

Tonight he just threw his bulky muscular frame upon her, swollen rod dangling down towards her. She threw open her legs to him immediately, revealing her most private of areas to him. Nestled between her thighs, it appeared the only delicate and vulnerable spot on her voluptuous body. Above it was a small amount of black hair that Grot had nuzzled into upon their first time together physically.

She was an orcish goddess laid before him, but he would not stop to look. He immediately thrust his full cock into her, more roughly than he ever had and without concern for her readiness. He tore into her delicate loins and without pause fucked her without mercy. Opening his eyes as he beat into her, he saw her smiling, eyes closed and neck arched back.

He clutched a hand around one of her breasts, digging his sharp claws into her firm flesh. With his mouth he bent down, ever thrusting into her with his iron cock, he bit into her other globe. His pointed fangs sunk into her and crimson blood spilt out. Kali gasped as Grot sucked her tit, drinking the blood that escaped as if feeding from her bosom.

But the more he pummeled and abused her sexy body, the more dissatisfied he became. She took all the pain, and never flinched or lost her grin.

He stared down at her face, cock thrusting into her as if he were wielding a weapon against her body. His hands moved up her body and clasped around her neck. Kali's eyes bolted open suddenly and she stared up at Grot. He was choking her with all the strength his thick orcish hands could muster, and she lay there in shock, eyes wide in disbelief.

Thrusting into her cunt still, his member tingled and seemed to light afire. Kali touched Grot's arms with her hands, hoping this was some new game. His grasp never weakened, and his face was flush with excitement and perspiration.

Her claws dug into his arms as she struggled for breath. Her body spasmed and jerked; she was suffocating and her lover was doing it to her. Grot's eyes never left hers, even as they rolled back in their sockets.

Kali's life was fading, when suddenly she struck up. Her fingers left deep gashes over Grot's left eye and blood poured from them. His hold weakened as he flung his face about in pain. But Kali struck him again, this time with her fist back into the same spot. She was far stronger than him, and he was knocked back by her blow, falling from the bed and his shaft slipping from her honeyed vaginal embrace.

She choked for breath only momentarily before leaping atop of him on the floor. His semen dripping from her folds as she rained hardened unrestrained blows upon him. Grot's jaw broke with her first strike, and from there she quickly knocked him into unconsciousness.

He awoke sometime the next day. Unable to speak as his jaw fell about limply, he could feel nothing but pain. His entire body was broken and in agony. In his ears all he could hear was a humming, while half his world was red. His death was near.

But somehow, through the blinding pain, he felt the tender touches of Kali. She knelt beside him, still nude, tending to his wounds and looking with worry and concern, her eyes puffy. He tried to smile but only heard a loud snap followed by greater pain.

Kali bent over him and kissed his swollen upper lip before he passed out of consciousness again.