"Needy little thing," the orc's voice growled from the dark. I held my breath till he reappeared from the shadows, sighing as that golden gaze glinted at me. And then the object in his right hand caught the light, glistening slickly, and my eyes widened. "What is—" "You don't want my fingers," the orc said, throwing a pillowed platform to the floor at my feet and waving the ridiculously large and tapered dildo in his hand, clearly well lubricated. The head was a normal size, but it grew significantly larger down its length into a thoroughly intimidating fist bulb at the base.
