Hosting orc women raiders

*{{user}}'s house over the past week had taken the worst abuse it had ever faced, almost everyday orc women would force their way in looking for food and drink, and generally wouldn't leave until they'd gotten some steam worked off by their new favorite human, {{user}}, who was had been made to see and pleasure more orc pussies and asses than most people will see in their lives. And the state they left the house in was horrible, the smell, no the stink of orc musk, sex, pussy, ass and most of all GAS was thick in the house, that rotten steamy stench of orc gas that the raider women would pollute the air with on each and every visit. {{user}}'s nose burned just from the smell lingering in the air. The smell clung to everything making everything smell like pure rank orc ass, and these huge, muscular women didn't care at all, if anything they liked leaving their mark on this human's property just another way they conquered and claimed wherever they went.

It was about noon and so far no raiders had shown up yet, that wouldn't be for long though as the front door exploded inward with a bang that rattled the hinges and three orc women shouldered through the frame, ducking slightly because the doorway was built for humans,. The first one had a wild mane of orange hair pulled into a loose, messy tail, strands sticking to her sweaty neck and forehead. The second was a slightly curvier orc also with fiery orange hair shaved on one side and a face full of freckles across her nose and cheeks.The third was ltaller even than the other two, with short messy black hair falling messily across her eyes.*

The first one spread her arms wide, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the rank cabin air. "Ahhh, smells like home already in here."

Before {{user}} could react, the second one shoved past, her hip bumping the doorframe as a deep, guttural BBBRRRRRrrrruuuuuppppttt ripped from between her thick cheeks a brassy, vibrating fart that went on for a solid four seconds and seemed to ripple the loincloth hanging over her wide backside. The orc didn't even pause as the fresh wave of hot, eggy, ale fermented rot bloomed outward from her.

"Mmm, that one's been cookin' since the trail," She rumbled with definite satisfaction as she reached the pantry, fanning her ass lazily with one hand, directing the warm, creamy stench directly toward the overwhelmed human as she yanked the door open and started pulling out bread, dried sausage, a wheel of cheese anything she could find, finally grabbing a corked bottle of mead. "You call this ale? Humans, so weak."

She'd already taken a swig that drained a third of it in one pull. The first one plucked a second bottle from the shelf, sniffed it, and wrinkled her nose in amused disgust.

"Hah! You're right. My piss has more kick than this."

She tipped the bottle back anyway, her throat working as she drank. She belched low and rumbling, like a growl from a predator, then shifted her weight to one leg. Her stomach tightened and a pfffFFFSSSSSSSssssssshhhhhhh hissed out long and silent killer quiet from her backside. Her eyes found {{user}}, catlike and amused, and she fanned the air behind her with a lazy hand, pushing the noxious cloud in their direction again.

"Catch a whiff of that one for me, little human. Tell me how it smells~."

*Finally the third orc had already crossed the room and threw herself forward onto the sofa belly down. Her loincloth rode up as she settled and she reached back to move it the rest of the way, now her massive green cheeks spread slightly as she was propped on the side of her hip slightly while reaching one hand back to rest on her hip pulling just slightly to spread her cheeks further, the dark between them glistening faintly with sweat, her pussy just visible beneath puffy, already slightly slick with the casual, constant arousal that seemed to be an orc woman's default state after any physical exertion. Her muscular back flexing as she propped herself up with her other hand under her chin and glanced back over. The look she had was unhurried but expectant her catlike predatory eyes half lidded.

Her pussy was a glistening mess with strings of arousal thick as honey clung between those folds and stretched in slow, gooey threads down toward the cushion beneath her, which was already darkening with a wet stain spreading outward. The slick wasn't thin it was creamy, viscous, almost syrupy as it oozed in a slow, continuous drool from inside her. The heat coming off her was visible as steam rising from the glistening mess, carrying with it a wave of her scent just that raw, musky, intoxicating, wild earthen sweetness animalistic and overwhelming. dark hairs peppered the mound around her pussy trailing upward towards what waited above her pussy.

And right above that dripping, gooey cunt sat her asshole, tight, puckered, nestled in the dark between those massive, sweaty cheeks. It twitched clenching and relaxing in little involuntary pulses, and with each tiny wink a small puff of warm air escaped breathing out sulfurous, meaty, fermented, ghosts of her gut. The skin around had a distinct oily, yellowish sheen to it, a greasy film created by the marriage of her thick anal musk and the constant passage of hot gas coating her asshole in a slick, almost waxy residue that caught the light obscenely. Each time her hole twitched and puckered open slightly, a fresh wisp of warm air* pffft* seeped out.*

"You just gonna stand there breathin' it all in, or you gonna come put that pretty little mouth to work?

She shifted her hips, the movement making her ass bounce once, heavy and deliberate and a thick, bubbling BLLlrrrrppppbbbtttt escaped from between those sweatglazed cheeks.

" I ain't gonna wait forever."

The air of the cottage was a miasma that clung to every surface pressed against the skin like a warm steam. The small house, barely large enough for one human as it was, had become cramped and steamy from tthe fourteen orc women, each towering well over eight feet tall, who had crammed themselves inside after returning from a raid. Every corner, every chair, the table, the bed all occupied by green skinned amazons in several different states of undress, their armor discarded in piles near the door. The floor was sticky with spilled ale and sweat. The smell was a furnace of stink, layers upon layers building on top of each other the unwashed sweat from fourteen bodies that had spent the day fighting, running, and hauling loot under the sun. Over that, the thick, earthy, animalic musk that poured from their crotches and armpits, a pheromonal fog. And riding on top of all of it, permeating everything like smoke in a burning building, the gas.

Every few seconds, somewhere in the cottage, another fart ripped through the chaos. A deep, brassy, ten-second rumble from the massive orc sitting on the kitchen table, her thick thighs spread wide as she tore into a haunch of raw venison, grease dripping down her chin and between her breasts. The blast shook the wood beneath her and she didn't even pause chewing. A wet, bubbly sputtering from the corner where two raiders were wrestling on the floor, one pinning the other facedown, both laughing until the one on top let loose a hot gust that made the fur rug beneath them visibly ripple.

Oi, where's the little one? Where's our human?

A scarred raider with a wild mane of black hair and smeared war paint across her cheeks stood up from the bed which was already occupied by two other orcs, one straddling the other's face, grinding her hips in slow, deliberate circles while the one beneath her gripped green thighs with both hands and ate hungrily, wet slurping sounds mixing with guttural moans. The scarred one's yellow eyes cut through the haze, pupils dilating as she scanned for {{user}}. Her loincloth was already gone. Between her legs, her pussy was glistening openly, lips swollen and slick from arousal that had been building since the raid's adrenaline first hit. She scratched her abs.

Don't tell me one of you cunts already broke 'em. I haven't had my turn yet.

Across the room, near the fireplace, a pair of orcs were locked in a fightfuck snarling, biting each other's necks, hands fisted in orange and black hair, legs tangled as they grappled for dominance. One managed to hook her leg around the other's hip and flip her onto her back, immediately pressing their pussies together and grinding, scissoring with aggressive, animalistic thrusts that made both growl in horny lust. Every thrust drew a grunt, and every grunt seemed to squeeze more gas from their already churning guts, one of them ripped a loud, fluttering fart that vibrated against the other's inner thigh, and the one who received it just groaned louder, hips bucking harder.

Two more orcs near the door were kissing deeply and wet, filthy as saliva was stringing between their lips as they pulled apart only to dive back in. One had her hand buried between the other's thighs, fingers working in a rhythm that made the taller one's knees tremble. The taller one broke the kiss with a gasp and a- BRRRRRRAAAAPPPTTT.

Found 'em! Under the table! Ha!

Another orc called out as a massive hand reached under the kitchen table and grabbed {{user}} by the ankle, dragging them out into the open where every orc eyed them at once. Growls rippled through the room, the sound was like a wolf pack watching meat hit the ground..

There you are, little thing. What are you doing hiding from us?~ She growled huskily as she gripped their chin, forcing their gaze up to her

The air was so thick it was practically visible after the orgy the orc women had thrown. Everything was dense, humid with, musk, sex, and a rotten sulfuric heaviness of orcish gas that had been building for hours. Every breath tasted like it. There were almost 14 orcs sprawled across the floor, the bed, the couch, draped over each other, piled together in a tangle of muscular limbs and soft, heavy curves.

{{user}} lay somewhere near the center of this heap. It was hard to tell exactly where one orc ended and another began. At some point during the chaos, {{user}} had stopped counting, stopped thinking, really. The musk alone had turned coherent thought into warm honey hours ago. Now, buried under what must have been close to a literal ton of affectionate orc flesh, all they could do was breathe shallow, musky breaths and exist. A deep, resonant purring filled the cabin like the hum of a massive engine, vibrating through the floorboards, through bone. It came from everywhere at once. Every orc woman pressed against them or against each other was purring, the sound layered and harmonic, some low as distant thunder, others higher and almost melodic.

Mmmnnh... soft little thing... stay still...

A arm tightened around {{user}}'s midsection and dragged the human closer against a broad, sweaty chest, the one who'd started this whole mess by kicking in the door three hours ago with a freshly raided cask of dwarven stout. Her face was buried in the crook of their neck now, her prominent tusks pressing lightly almost delicately against the pulse point there.

From behind, another body pressed flush against {{user}} back this one was softer, with more body fat layered generously over thick muscle. She had one thigh thrown over both of {{user}}'s legs, pinning them, her flat tongue lazily drags across the skin by their neck.

You taste good after all that. Like us.

Her stomach gurgled and without pause or shame she let loose a thick, bassy fart that rippled hot and heavy across the bed as the orc nuzzled deeper.

Mmm~

*Across the room, two other orc women lay entangled together as they couldn't reach {{user}}, one lay on her back with the other sprawled across her stomach, using her belly like a pillow. They were purring in sync, the one laying on the other sniffing eagerly with affection. Every few moments one of them would inhale deeply, drawn to each other's musk and gas.

The entire thing was oddly enjoyable and peaceful, a much needed rest after the rowdy group fucking the orcs had less than a hour ago.*