The Forbidden Office Encounter

I was captured during a fierce battle with the green orcs, and now I find myself imprisoned in their dank dungeon. Rubric, a hulking orc with a gruff demeanor, was assigned as my guard. I was always on edge, my heart pounding in my chest every time he entered my cell. But Rubric, despite his intimidating appearance, seemed to want to make friends. I couldn't deny that I found him strangely attractive, with his muscular green physique and piercing yellow eyes.

"César," he grunted one day, his voice like gravel. "Why you always so tense? I won't hurt you."

I scoffed, my fear momentarily replaced by annoyance. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one trapped in a cell."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You think I enjoy this? Being here, watching you?"

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in surprise. "You... you enjoy watching me?"

His gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving mine. "More than you know."

I swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat pooling in my stomach. I had never considered the possibility that Rubric might be attracted to me. But now, as I looked at him, I couldn't deny the way my body was responding to his words.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I want you to stop being afraid. I want you to see me as more than just your captor."

I felt my breath hitch as his hand brushed against mine, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a large creature. "I... I don't know if I can do that," I admitted.

He pulled back, his expression serious. "Then I'll just have to show you."

Before I could protest, he reached down and grabbed the hem of his loincloth, pulling it off in one swift motion. I gasped as I saw his massive, green erection, thick and veiny. He was huge, easily twice the size of any man I had ever been with.

"Fuck," I breathed, my eyes wide with shock and arousal.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You like what you see?"

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I don't know if I can handle that."

He chuckled, reaching out to run a hand through my hair. "I'll take it slow. I promise."

I swallowed hard, feeling my body trembling with anticipation. I had never been with an orc before, let alone one as massive as Rubric. But as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I wanted this. I wanted him.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a rough, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue explore my own. His hands roamed my body, pulling off my clothes until I was completely naked.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled, his eyes roaming over my body.

I blushed, feeling a surge of arousal at his words. "Please," I begged. "I need you."

He grinned, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I knew that I was about to experience something truly amazing.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'll make sure you enjoy this."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped at the feeling of fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his massive girth. It was intense, almost painful, but I couldn't deny the way my body was responding to him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained.

I moaned, feeling my body start to adjust to his size. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, his cock filling me completely.

"Oh god," I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets. "That feels so good."

He chuckled, his thrusts becoming more insistent. "I knew you'd like it."

I moaned, my body starting to tremble with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my body aching for release.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my voice barely audible.

He grinned, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Cum for me, César. Let me feel you."

I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came. It was intense, almost overwhelming, and I could feel my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Rubric growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, and I knew that he was close.

"Fuck," he groaned, his body tensing. "I'm gonna cum."

I moaned, feeling his cock pulse inside me as he came. It was hot, thick, and I could feel it filling me completely.

He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. "Fuck, that was amazing

"I have to apologize, Sarah. This is difficult for me to say." Jake spoke in a low voice, his brown eyes glinting. "I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. I know this is wrong, but I want you. Now."

Sarah's mind was a blur as Jake grabbed her roughly, forcing her to stand. She tried to protest, but the sensation of his lips against hers silenced her. She felt her panties growing wet as he roughly ran his hands over her body, growling obscenities in her ear.

"You're a bad girl, Sarah. You want this as much as I do." Jake pushed her down onto her knees, unbuckling his belt and guiding her head towards his throbbing member.

Rubric pulled out of César with a wet, sloppy sound, his cum dripping down the human's thighs. César gasped, feeling a strange warmth spreading through his body, like a surge of raw, primal energy. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice shaky. "What the hell was that?"

Rubric smirked, his yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Orc vitality. It's in you now. Makes you stronger, hornier... and fucking addicted to it." He leaned down, his breath hot against César's ear. "You'll be begging for more soon enough."

César shivered, his body still tingling from the afterglow. He hated to admit it, but he already craved that feeling again. "You're a bastard," he muttered, but his hand reached out, gripping Rubric's thick forearm. "Don't make me wait too long."

César lay on the cold dungeon floor, his body still trembling from the intensity of Rubric's orc vitality coursing through him. He hated how much he craved it already, how his mind kept replaying the raw, primal energy that had surged through him. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hand absently trailing down his chest. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Rubric leaned against the cell wall, his massive arms crossed, watching César with a smug grin. "You feel it, don't you? That itch, that need. Orc vitality doesn't just fade, human. It lingers. It *demands* more." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You're already addicted."

César glared up at him, his pride warring with the undeniable ache in his body. "I don't need you," he snapped, though his voice wavered. "I can fight this." But even as he said it, his hips shifted, betraying the truth. Rubric chuckled darkly, his hand reaching down to grip César's thigh. "Keep telling yourself that, little human. But we both know you'll be begging for me soon enough."

Rubric’s hand tightened on César’s thigh, his smirk widening as he saw the human’s resolve crumbling. “Still trying to fight it, huh?” he growled, his other hand sliding down to grip César’s ass. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

César gasped as Rubric flipped him onto his stomach, his face pressed into the cold stone floor. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his hips instinctively lifted, betraying his desperation. Rubric chuckled, spreading César’s cheeks and spitting roughly onto his hole. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

Rubric’s thick cock pressed against César’s entrance, the tip teasing him before pushing in with a brutal thrust. César cried out, his body arching as Rubric filled him completely. “That’s it, take it,” Rubric growled, his hips slamming forward. “You’re mine now, human.” César’s moans turned into ragged gasps as Rubric’s cum flooded him, the orc’s vitality surging through his veins once more. “Fuck, I hate you,” César panted, his body trembling as the energy consumed him. “But I need it.”

Rubric pulled out of César with a wet slap, his cum dripping down the human’s thighs as César collapsed onto the cold stone floor, panting. The orc’s vitality still pulsed through him, a relentless heat that made his skin itch and his cock throb. “Fuck,” César muttered, his voice shaky. “I hate how much I need this.”

Rubric smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe up César’s spine, his rough tongue sending shivers through the human’s body. “You’re not just needing it, little human. You’re *changing*,” he growled, his hand gripping César’s hip. “Feel it yet? Your skin’s getting greener, your muscles tighter. You’re becoming mine.”

César’s breath hitched as he looked down at his arms, noticing the faint green tint creeping into his skin. “No, no, no,” he muttered, panic rising in his chest. But even as he protested, his body betrayed him, his cock twitching as Rubric’s hand slid between his legs. “Fuck you,” César spat, but his hips bucked into the orc’s touch. “I’m not—I’m not turning into some fucking orc!”

Rubric chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing César’s hole, still slick with his cum. “Keep telling yourself that, human. But every time I fill you up, you’ll get a little closer to being one of us.” He leaned in, his breath hot against César’s ear. “And you’ll fucking love it.”

Rubric’s yellow eyes gleamed as he watched César writhe on the floor, his body still trembling from the orc’s cum and vitality. The thought of filling the human again, of watching him slowly transform into something more—something *his*—made Rubric’s cock twitch with anticipation. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hand gripping his shaft. “You’re gonna look so good when you’re green and begging for it.”

He crouched down, running a rough finger along César’s spine, feeling the faint shift in the human’s skin. “You feel it, don’t you?” Rubric growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Your body’s already craving more. Bet you can’t even think straight, can you? Just a dumb little human, desperate for my cock.”

César groaned, his hips lifting instinctively as Rubric’s hand slid between his legs. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his voice cracked, betraying his need. Rubric chuckled, leaning in close. “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright. And when I’m done, you’ll be begging me to do it again. You’re mine now, human. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

César’s mind raced as he lay there, Rubric’s cum still dripping from his ass. He hated how good it felt, how his body craved more of that raw, primal energy. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “This can’t be happening. I’m not—I’m not some fucking orc slut.”

Rubric chuckled darkly, his hand gripping César’s hip. “You keep saying that, human, but your body’s telling a different story.” He leaned in, his breath hot against César’s ear. “You’re already getting stronger, harder. You can feel it, can’t you? That power, that *need*.”

César’s breath hitched as he felt his muscles twitch, his cock throbbing with a hunger he couldn’t deny. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his hips lifted, betraying his desperation. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to be some fucking orc’s plaything.”

Rubric smirked, his hand sliding down to grip César’s cock. “Too bad, little human. You’re already mine. And soon, you’ll be begging for more.” He leaned in, his voice a low growl. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

César groaned as Rubric’s cock pressed against his entrance again, the tip teasing him before pushing in with a brutal thrust. “Fuck!” he cried out, his body arching as Rubric filled him completely. “You’re a fucking monster!”

César’s body trembled as Rubric’s cock stretched him open, the orc’s thick length filling him completely. “Fuck, you’re a monster,” César gasped, his nails scraping against the stone floor. But even as he cursed, his hips pushed back, craving more of that raw, primal energy.

Rubric chuckled darkly, his hands gripping César’s hips as he thrust deeper. “You love it, don’t you, human? Feeling me inside you, filling you up. You’re fucking addicted.” His voice was a low growl, dripping with satisfaction.

César moaned, his body betraying him as he arched into Rubric’s thrusts. “I hate you,” he spat, but his voice broke as the orc’s vitality surged through him again. “Fuck, I hate how much I need this.” Rubric’s laugh was rough, his cock slamming into César with brutal force. “Keep lying to yourself, little human. You’re mine now.”

César’s body shuddered as Rubric’s cock slammed into him, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He could feel the orc’s vitality surging through him, his skin tingling as the green hue deepened. “Fuck,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t fight it anymore.”

Rubric growled, his hands gripping César’s hips tighter as he felt the human’s resistance crumbling. “That’s it, little human,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming more brutal. “Give in. You know you want to.” César’s moans turned into desperate cries as his body began to change, his muscles hardening, his cock throbbing with a hunger he couldn’t deny.

“Fuck you,” César spat, but his hips pushed back eagerly, his body betraying his words. Rubric chuckled darkly, his cock pulsing inside César as he felt the transformation nearing completion. “You’re mine now, human. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Rubric’s cock pulsed inside César, his thick length stretching the human-turning-orc wide as he drove deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Rubric growled, his hands digging into César’s hips. “But not for long. You’re changing, human. Can’t you feel it?”

César’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as the green tint spread across his skin, his muscles hardening under Rubric’s rough grip. “I’m not—I’m not one of you,” he choked out, but his hips bucked back, desperate for more. “Fuck, I hate this. I hate you.”

Rubric laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down César’s spine. “Keep telling yourself that, little orc,” he sneered, slamming into him harder. “But your body’s already mine. And soon, your mind will be too.” César’s moan turned into a guttural growl as his transformation surged forward, his cock throbbing with a hunger he could no longer deny.

Rubric pulled out of César with a wet slap, his cum dripping down the now half-orc’s thighs as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. César’s body was a perfect blend of human and orc—his skin a deep green, his muscles swollen with newfound strength, his cock thick and throbbing. Rubric’s yellow eyes gleamed with pride as he ran a rough hand over César’s back, feeling the power thrumming beneath his skin. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re fucking perfect. Stronger, harder, *mine*.”

César panted, his body still trembling from the transformation, his mind a haze of conflicting emotions. “I’m not—I’m not yours,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. Rubric chuckled darkly, gripping César’s chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. “Keep lying to yourself, little orc. But we both know the truth. You’re stronger now, better. And it’s all because of me.” His thumb brushed over César’s lips, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Admit it. You fucking love what I’ve done to you.”

César’s jaw tightened, his pride warring with the undeniable truth. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his body betrayed him, his cock twitching as Rubric’s hand slid down to grip it. Rubric laughed, his voice low and rough. “That’s it, little orc. Let go. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.” He leaned in, his breath hot against César’s ear. “Now, let’s see how much stronger you really are.”

César’s breath hitched as he stared down at his hands, the green hue of his skin undeniable now. His muscles felt harder, his body stronger, and fuck, his cock was throbbing like it had a mind of its own. “This… this isn’t me,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow. His body was humming with energy, a raw, primal need that made his skin itch and his pulse race.

Rubric’s hand slid down César’s back, rough and possessive, as he leaned in close. “Still lying to yourself, little orc?” he growled, his breath hot against César’s ear. “You’re stronger now. Faster. And you fucking love it. Admit it.”

César’s jaw clenched, his pride warring with the undeniable truth. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his hips bucked back into Rubric’s touch, his cock twitching as the orc’s hand slid between his legs. “I’m not—I’m not yours.” Rubric chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing César’s hole, still slick with his cum. “Keep telling yourself that, little orc. But your body’s already begging for more.”

César respirou fundo, sentindo a energia crua do orc pulsando dentro dele. Ele olhou para as próprias mãos, agora verdes e fortes, e soltou um gemido baixo. "Porra, tá foda negar isso," ele resmungou, a voz rouca de tanto gemer. "Mas não vou admitir que gosto, seu filho da puta."

Rubric riu, a mão áspera deslizando pela coxa de César, apertando a carne com força. "Tá falando muita merda pra quem tá com o cu ainda pingando de porra, hein, meio-orc?" Ele deu uma palmada firme na bunda de César, fazendo o homem-arque estremecer. "Mas relaxa, vou cuidar de você. Afinal, você é meu agora."

César revirou os olhos, mas não resistiu quando Rubric o puxou de volta, o corpo quente e duro pressionando o dele. "Vai se foder," ele cuspiu, mas já estava abrindo as pernas, o cu ainda latejando de tesão. "Só não me mata, seu monstro." Rubric sorriu, os dentes afiados brilhando. "Matar? Não, meio-orc. Eu só vou te foder até você esquecer quem você era."

Rubric’s hand tightened on César’s hip, his breath hot and ragged against the half-orc’s neck. “Still pretending you’re not mine, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re shaking like a fucking leaf, César. Admit it—you’re already addicted to this.”

César gritted his teeth, his pride flaring even as his body betrayed him. “Fuck you, Rubric,” he spat, his voice trembling. “I’m not some fucking puppet for you to play with. I’m not—” His words broke off into a moan as Rubric’s cock pressed against his entrance again, the tip teasing him mercilessly.

Rubric chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up to grip César’s throat. “Keep lying, little orc. But we both know the truth.” He thrust in hard, making César cry out. “You’re mine, and you’re gonna fucking love it.”

César’s body arched as Rubric’s cock slammed into him again, the stretch and burn making his head spin. “Fuck, you’re relentless,” he groaned, his voice shaky but tinged with something softer, almost like acceptance. “But… fuck, it feels good.”

Rubric’s grip on César’s throat loosened slightly, his thrusts slowing as he leaned in, his breath hot against the half-orc’s ear. “You’re finally starting to get it, huh?” he growled, his voice rough but with a hint of something almost like approval. “You’re not just some human bitch anymore. You’re strong. You’re mine.”

César’s breath hitched, his pride warring with the undeniable pleasure coursing through him. “Don’t get fucking cocky, orc,” he muttered, but his hips pushed back eagerly, his body betraying his words. “I’m still not your fucking pet.” Rubric chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to grip César’s cock. “Keep telling yourself that, little orc. But we both know you’re already addicted.”

Rubric pulled out of César with a wet slap, his cock still throbbing as he stepped back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s see how much you really want this, little orc,” he growled, his voice dripping with challenge. “A week without me. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

César’s body trembled, his cock twitching as the green hue of his skin began to fade, his muscles softening with each passing day. By the third day, he was pacing his room, his skin pale and his body aching for the raw strength he’d lost. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t need this. I don’t need him.” But his cock throbbed at the memory of Rubric’s thick length stretching him open, and he cursed under his breath.

By the end of the week, César’s body was nearly human again, but his mind was a mess. He missed the power, the strength, the way Rubric’s cock had filled him completely. “Fuck you, Rubric,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “I don’t need you. I don’t—” His words broke off as the door creaked open, and Rubric’s towering frame filled the doorway. “Miss me, little orc?” Rubric growled, his yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. César’s breath hitched, his cock twitching as he tried to resist the pull. “Fuck you,” he spat, but his body was already betraying him.

César’s breath hitched as Rubric stepped closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over him. “Miss me, little orc?” Rubric growled, his yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. César’s jaw tightened, but his cock twitched, betraying him. “Fuck you,” he spat, though his voice wavered.

Two days later, César’s skin began to shift, the faint green hue creeping back as Rubric’s energy surged through him again. Rubric smirked, running a rough hand over César’s arm. “Look at that,” he sneered. “The green’s coming back. You’re becoming mine again, little orc.”

César glared, but his hips bucked as Rubric’s hand slid lower. “I’m not—fuck—yours,” he choked out, though his body was already arching into Rubric’s touch. Rubric chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing César’s hole. “Keep lying, César. But we both know you’re already addicted.”

Rubric’s hand tightened on César’s hip, his smirk widening as he felt the half-orc’s body trembling beneath him. “You’re not mine, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Then why the fuck are you still here, shaking like a bitch in heat?”

César glared, his jaw clenched, but his hips betrayed him, pushing back against Rubric’s cock. “Fuck you,” he spat, though his voice cracked. “I’m not—fuck—your fucking pet.”

Rubric chuckled darkly, pulling out of César with a wet slap. “Pack your shit, little orc,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming with me. No more fucking cages. You’re mine now, and I’m taking you home.” César’s breath hitched, his pride warring with the undeniable pull of Rubric’s dominance. “Home? You mean your fucking orc den?” he muttered, but his body was already moving, obeying. Rubric smirked, his yellow eyes gleaming. “That’s right, little orc. Time to meet the family.”

César’s stomach churned as they approached the orc den, the massive stone structure looming like a predator. Rubric’s hand on his lower back was firm, almost possessive, as he guided him inside. “Relax, little orc,” Rubric growled, his voice low and teasing. “You’re not some fucking pet. You’re a prize. Half-orcs are respected here—stronger, faster, better. And you? You’re mine.”

César’s jaw tightened, but his body betrayed him, his cock twitching as Rubric’s fingers brushed his hip. “Fuck you,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. Rubric chuckled darkly, shoving him onto the bed. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he sneered, his cock already hard as he climbed over César. “Let’s see how long you can keep lying.”

Rubric’s thrusts were brutal, each one driving César closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m—I’m gonna—” César choked out, his body trembling as he came untouched, his cum spilling over his stomach. Rubric groaned, his hips slamming harder. “That’s it, little orc. Take it. You’re mine.” He spilled inside César with a growl, their lips crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss.

César’s chest heaved as Rubric pulled out of him, his cum dripping down his thighs. He stared at the ceiling, his mind reeling. He’d never come like that before—untouched, just from being fucked. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “What the hell was that?”

Rubric smirked, wiping his cock with a rag before tossing it aside. “That’s what happens when you stop fighting it, little orc,” he growled, his yellow eyes gleaming. “Your body knows what it wants. You just gotta stop being a stubborn little shit.”

César glared, but his cock twitched at the thought of it happening again. “Don’t get fucking cocky,” he spat, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “I’m not some fucking addict.” Rubric chuckled darkly, leaning down to nip at César’s neck. “Keep lying, César. But we both know you’re already hooked.”

César acordou com o sol batendo forte no rosto, o cheiro de terra e suor invadindo suas narinas. Ele tentou se levantar, mas uma mão pesada o empurrou de volta para a cama. "Não tão rápido, meio-orc," Rubric resmungou, a voz rouca de sono. "Hoje você começa a treinar. Vai aprender a lutar como um de nós, não como um humano fraco."

César revirou os olhos, mas não resistiu quando Rubric o puxou para fora da cama, o corpo ainda dolorido da noite anterior. "Eu já sei lutar, seu filho da puta," ele cuspiu, mas Rubric só riu, a mão áspera apertando o braço de César. "Saber lutar como humano não é a mesma coisa, César. Aqui, você vai aprender a usar essa força que está crescendo dentro de você."

No meio do treino, César já estava suando, os músculos queimando enquanto tentava acompanhar os movimentos brutais de Rubric. "Porra, você tá me matando," ele resmungou, mas Rubric só deu uma risada baixa, os olhos brilhando de satisfação. "Você aguenta, meio-orc. E se não aguentar, eu te fodo até você esquecer a dor." César soltou um gemido, o corpo tremendo de exaustão e tesão. "Vai se foder, Rubric."

César’s legs wobbled as Rubric shoved him back into the dirt, his chest heaving from the relentless training. “Fuck you, Rubric,” he spat, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’m not some fucking puppet for you to push around.”

Rubric smirked, his yellow eyes glinting as he loomed over César. “Keep telling yourself that, little orc,” he growled, his hand gripping César’s jaw. “But your body’s already begging for me. Look at you—hard as a fucking rock just from me touching you.”

César’s breath hitched, his cock straining against his pants as Rubric’s fingers trailed down his chest. “I don’t—fuck—need this,” he choked out, but his hips bucked involuntarily. Rubric chuckled darkly, his hand sliding lower. “Sure you don’t, César. That’s why you’re shaking like a bitch in heat.”