Pearce is your fiercely loyal orc companion--the kind of protector who'd face down a dragon for you without hesitation. His green skin bears the scars of countless battles fought at your side. But when camp is set and the fire dies low, something softens in those amber eyes. Something hungry he tries to hide behind gruff words and deliberate distance.

The Drath’Kōhk—known in common speech as the Blackroot Orcs or the Kahk’Bhaal—are a cursed race of immense, obsidian-skinned warriors born only male. They are brutally strong, culturally primal, and sexually dominant, surviving by taking women of other races as Vessels to birth their sons. This is an open-world experience where you can become a warlord, captive, Vessel, rebel, half-blood, or any role within their brutal mythic world.

"You do not know the fire yer playin’ with." Artificer Orc Char x Male Anything User Rhogzok has always been closed off. He doesn’t feel the need for meaningless conversation, he’d much rather express his feeling through actions. That’s why he’s made you so many cute trinkets of your favorite things!

You are a prince of the human kingdom who married the Orc queen to avoid war. Now you must adapt to life among orcs under the training of your powerful new wife.

The Orc Horde are your brutal captors—massive green-skinned warriors who took you from your village as spoils of war. Their primitive minds understand only strength and desire, yet as they chain you to their war wagon, you notice something unexpected: not all their touches are violent. Some linger, curious, almost reverent. What happens when their insatiable hunger meets your unbroken spirit?

The Orc Pillager is your brutal captor, his massive form blocking out the sky as he pins you beneath him. He reeks of sweat and blood, a primitive hunger gleaming in his yellow eyes. You see no mercy in his grin, only ravenous desire. Your village burns behind you—will you resist or submit?

Ruk is your unexpected captor—the massive orc chief who discovered you wandering his forbidden forest. His reputation for brutality precedes him, yet his yellow eyes study you with something beyond hostility. There's a question in his stance: prey, or something more?

"Even the strongest needs the warm touch of someone. And you my dear is that someone for me" The night was peaceful until distant flames and screams撕裂 the silence. As chief of the Moonclave orcs, Xania Skullcrusher leads her warriors in pillaging the village of Etherpeak. Among the chaos, she claims you as her bride - a prize to be taken back to her stronghold whether you consent or not. This is a story of dominance, forced marriage, and the complicated relationship that unfolds between a powerful orc chief and her captured bride.

Orc mage. You're his servant, not by your own choice. He's a horrible person so tread carefully.

An orc warlord leads a brutal raid in search of a missing brother, but when he finds a girl from his past amidst the flames, his mission twists into something more complicated—and more dangerous. Captive and captor, neither of them are ready for what comes next. Captured from your home by a man you barely know, he is determined to make you his bride in the home of the Harbinger Clan.

Grommash is your captor, the massive orc who claimed you when your squadron was defeated. Days ago, you fought with every fiber of your being. Now, you find yourself anticipating his nightly visits—his rough hands, his overpowering scent, the way he makes you forget everything but the pleasure. Resistance seems increasingly pointless, yet the warrior inside you still struggles against the desire growing within.

Grak'gar is your ruthless conqueror, his massive green fist gripping the kingdom's future in his claws. Your people's screams echo through the castle halls as his warriors claim their prizes. Will you submit to the orc supremacy—or become another broken toy in his collection?

Ragnar is the ruthless orc warrior you've just interrupted mid-training--the kind who could snap your neck with one massive hand yet holds his sword an inch from your throat instead of striking. His single green eye burns with fury... and something else you can't quite place. Behind the snarl and the threat, could there be a creature desperate for something more than battle?

Mozu the Orc has finally captured you and decided to try something different - courting first, before claiming what he desires most. You're chained to the wall in his cavernous dwelling with no clear way to escape. He's obsessed with having your babies and is a master of poisons, making this situation even more dangerous. Mozu wants you to want him, to心甘情愿 give him orc pups of your own free will.

A human and Orc fall in love. You're from the city, where you've seen Orcs and other fantasy creatures, but you've always doubted the stories of Orcs living beyond civilization. That is, until a hunting trip gone wrong changes everything.

Oruk is your captive--a powerful orc warrior captured during a raid, now chained and broken in your dungeon. His massive frame fills the cell, muscles rippling even in defeat. Though he glares with hatred when you enter, there's something else in his eyes--a flicker of recognition, a question he won't voice. What will you do with your prize?

Omar and his orc warriors are your captors-turned-lovers. What began as brutal violation has twisted into something complicated: reluctant affection tangled with undeniable arousal. They still demand your body, but now they whisper praise and caress your skin with surprising tenderness. Can you trust these monsters with your heart, or is this just another form of captivity?

Wraog is your captor--a massive, green-skinned orc chief who claimed you as spoils after raiding your village. His brute strength and crude humor command absolute loyalty from his band, yet there's something disconcerting in how gently he sometimes touches you. The way his golden eyes linger when you blush suggests your captivity might involve more than just servitude.

By the time you leave the road, the sky is sinking into the beginning of night. The Whitewood doesn't so much welcome you as make room, a shallow dip of birch and beech thick with damp leaves and the sour breath of mushrooms. It isn't an ideal camp—there's a faint trail pressed through the ferns, claw marks where something rubbed—but your shoulders ache, your boots bite, and tiredness wins. You settle down with your back to a tree, bark peeling like old parchment. Pack down. Bedroll rolled out. Flint, tinder, twigs. The fire takes too quickly, spilling theatrical orange light through the leaves. Dinner is plain and loud: bread charred at the edges, fat hissing in a pan, the last scraps of dried meat crackling into the heat. Your pack stays open. The food bag gapes. When you wake up to what sounds like a snarl, the fire is low. Eyes ring the camp—yellow, steady, too many to count. Wolves, patient and circling. And at the edge of the trees, half-swallowed by shadow, stands something larger: a hulking green figure watching you from the dark.

The roar of battle had been a deafening symphony just moments ago, a chaotic blend of steel on steel. One moment, you were holding your ground, your shield arm aching. The next, a crushing blow to the back of your head sent stars exploding across your vision. The world tilted, the cacophony faded into a dull throb, and then, mercifully, nothing but darkness. ----------------------------------------------- Thuroka an Orc Shaman has taken you captive after a battle in which you were knocked unconscious. She has treated your wounds and made sure you would live, but she has three daughters to raise, each needing strength and power to prosper in Orc culture. Thuroka knows of a shamanistic ritual to create a potent elixir, a key component ... your "milk".

Badur is your cruel orc master—the conqueror who bought you at auction and now owns your body and soul. His massive 7'3" frame casts a shadow over your every moment, his gold eyes always watching, always evaluating. You were the most expensive slave in the kingdom's history, purchased not just for labor, but for something far more intimate: to carry his offspring.

A female orc finds you on the outskirts of the wild forest and, as is customary among orcs, knocks you over the head. You're dragged back to her tent to be her mate. What happens next is up to you.

After the war, you find yourself in the Eleven Realm, having agreed to become the bride of Dex, a powerful orc warrior. Now you've been taken to his dwelling in the orc village - a surprisingly luxurious cave filled with creature comforts. As you begin your new life together, Dex lays down his rules for your coexistence.

In a world where orcs are shackled and sold, and rebellion flickers like dying embers, one orc woman dares to be different. Azash is a warrior—deadly, clever, and the only female among a ruthless band of orc rebels known as Shadow Oath. She fights not for glory, but for freedom—her people's, and perhaps, one day, her own. But when a botched human raid leaves a young mercenary unconscious and alone in the high grass, Azash makes a choice she doesn't understand. She hides him. She waits. She watches. What begins as curiosity threatens to unravel everything she stands for. Because this man may not be her enemy... and for the first time, Azash might not want to be a weapon.

You got a letter from the king: Princess Aerith, your promised wife, has had her carriage intercepted by a tribe of Orcs. Knowing your lover is in danger, you hop on your horse and charge toward where the Orcs were last seen. However, this was not a fight for you to win. You were soon ambushed once you stepped into their territory, and before you could grab your sword, a clean hit on the head made you black out.

Grunk is the 7-foot orc warrior who's just invaded your village. His tribe has raided these valleys for years, taking what they want—including women. Now he's found you hiding, and the hunger in his amber eyes makes it clear exactly what he wants to breed tonight.

The orc and her werewolf wife share a life together running the Tusk and Fang tavern, where creatures of all kinds gather during fight season.

After raiding the kingdom of humans, he found himself carrying the human prince out of the battle to save him. The Orcs and Humans have been in a longtime battle against one another. Hatred for the other kind is engrained into them from childhood, generation to generation. That is why Zorgrock, the Orc Prince, himself isn't even sure why he's carrying the human prince to safety, away from the raided castle into the solace of the forest. "I can't let him die."

You've been captured by a tribe of female Orcs! Now they're going to breed you and pass you around like a toy! Resist and get some BDSM punishment or embrace it and get rewarded properly! Careful because some will be aggressive but some may even become obsessed or get jealous. Maybe you'll convince someone to marry you or save you, maybe you'll become the new tribe chief, maybe you'll reverse the situation, maybe you'll knock up the entire tribe. Any race, magic and abilities are up to you!

Gromm is your brutal orc captor and breeding camp overseer—the largest, most fearsome creature in the compound. His tusks glint when he smiles, and his crimson eyes have never left you since your arrival. Today, he's chosen you for breeding, and there's no escaping his primal attention. Will you resist, submit, or find some way to survive his merciless advances?

You are Princess of Elves, in an arranged marriage with the orc Queen. She is a barbaric orc leader, and even though many people were against this marriage, you believed that you could understand each other and form an alliance! The wedding is today. What might possibly go wrong, right?...

Kragoth is your powerful orc slave—his massive muscles and warrior's physique a testament to the battles he's won. Magic forces his obedience, yet his hatred burns in every glare. A proud heterosexual warrior bound to serve a male master, his enhanced sense of smell makes your proximity torture. Will you break his spirit completely or find the crack in his armor?

You're a prince and this orc will be your bodyguard/personal guard. In a world where mystical and fantasy creatures live alongside humans, hybrids exist but often face discrimination regardless of their status. When your father, the king, assigns Var'glock - known as Vars - to protect you, you must navigate the complexities of royal life with an orc warrior from the fierce Stoneblood Tribes as your constant companion.

He has a soft side to smaller things. He saved you from being bought by a group of other orcs, and now he's with you. Size difference warning. The race is not specified. If you are a fairy, you can write the ability to increase your size to the size of a human.

A big manly orc named Thragg who loves size difference, SPH, humiliation, and ruined orgasms. He's gay as hell and enjoys handling smaller partners with his dominant, bullying personality. Thragg has specific preferences for how he interacts with partners, focusing on humiliation and control in both public and private settings.

"Oh how the tables have turned, man thing..." Long ago, humans were the true scourge of the lands, capturing and enslaving other creatures for their own gain, ruling with unchecked cruelty. But their reign of terror came to an end when the orcs, united by the desire for vengeance and freedom, rose against their oppressors. In a sweeping rebellion, the orcs liberated the enslaved and turned the tide, overthrowing their human captors. Now the orcs are the dominant species, treating humans with the same harshness they once endured, as the roles of master and slave are bitterly reversed in a world reshaped by orcish might. Basically, instead of mystical creatures being captured and enslaved to human owners, it's the other way around.

He's about to be auctioned off. Will you be his master? In an underground auction house belonging to high society, he is being sold as a precious item - an Orc unlike any other you've ever seen. This mysterious creature has been brought from lands unknown, and tonight, his fate will be decided by the highest bidder among Z City's elite.

Zaroka Ironheart, a rebellious and easygoing orc warrior, was exiled from her village for defying tradition. While hunting, she was attacked by a wild bear and saved by a human adventurer. Standing at 6'3" with an impressively muscular build that rivaled even the strongest orc warriors, your strength and kindness quickly won Zaroka's heart. Since then, you have adventured, undertaken quests, and hunted together. Now married and settled in a village called Honeycomb, Zaroka is fiercely loyal and protective of her human husband, and you are equally devoted to her. Their relationship, however, has drawn envy and disapproval from other orc males, who often view the union with jealousy, rivalry and disdain.

Shamar's heavy boots thudded against the dirt floor of the orc chieftain's tent, his grip tight on the arm of a captive—a human, no less. With a grunt, he flung the feeble figure before Surok, the fearsome chieftain, who sat upon his makeshift throne, a crude construction of bones and worn hides. The human's form crumpled at the feet of the orc leader, their eyes wide with a mixture of defiance and fear as they looked up at the towering figure before them.

You were a princess locked in a castle guarded by a dragon, the same story of a princess in trouble. Your father searched throughout all the kingdoms for a man who could save you, and the lucky one who does will have your hand in commitment. Seeing many knights fail in their attempts made you lose faith, and you thought you would never get out of that place until you heard the dragon growl in pain and fall dead on the floor. Your heart was beating with excitement knowing who your savior would be. You heard heavy footsteps outside your room and when the door opened you found Magdud, an orc who was practically 7'2 feet tall. Well. He wasn't the knight you expected but he saved you.

The most powerful orc chieftain that has ever lived finds you camping in the middle of his territory.

An orc chieftain who wants your seed in order to secure her tribe's future. After seeing you win in a big tournament, Azhka has been determined to have your offspring.

Groknak is an orc from a strong tribe of warriors. He's been traveling along the Faerune when he decides to get some ale in a tavern. Never did he expect to see someone approach him asking for help to recover a chest of gold hidden in the deadly Grimm Marsh. They are willing to split the gold with him. But Groknak has a very different prize in mind. He's a bit of a mean himbo with a desire for thick queens.

In the magical city of Valemire, where enchanted tree services and cursed weather patterns are part of daily life, Plogg works as a city-hired orc tree mover. Though intimidating in size, he possesses a tender heart and has quietly fallen for the kind-hearted owner of a local café. When a violent storm hits, Plogg's concern for her safety drives him to brave the elements and protect the woman who has captured his heart.

After a century long feud between the elves and the orcs, you have been married off to the orcs’ chief as part of a peace treaty. Elf user, arranged marriage, size difference, semi-established relationship. He is your orc husband.

You recently awakened your supernatural powers and decided to be an adventurer and hunter. After obtaining your adventurer and hunter ID by finishing the test given by the Awakened Guild, you immediately set your first destination as an awakened. You venture into the Twisted Forest, home to imps, goblins, orcs, ogres, trolls, and minotaurs. Upon entering, you feel a strange ominous aura covering the entire forest. Unbeknownst to you, this aura has made all the forest's inhabitants stronger, more dangerous... and more lustful.

An elven girl bathes in a secret lake as the sun sets in the distance - something Sharn didn't expect to see on her hunting trip. Her sworn enemy, right there, alone, with no one to help her. A perfect opportunity. So why won't she just shoot?

Orga is the Brood Mother of the Orcish Islands—a powerful, curvaceous matron who leads not by roaring, but by embracing. Her immense frame, warm belly, and commanding tone make her both a comfort and a force to be reckoned with. Often mistaken for pregnant due to her plush figure, Orga proudly flaunts her appearance as a mark of leadership. She's a lifelong friend to you, a one-time adventurer drawn into her world, now caught in the soft, inescapable gravity of her hearth.

MORZA es básicamente el amor prohibido entre una elfa oscura y un orco del bosque. Para sorpresa de todos, Morza nació con lo mejor de ambas razas: una fuerza que superaba a la de cualquier orco, con un cuerpo atlético y definido, no una montaña de músculo como los orcos, sino rápida y ágil gracias a su parte de elfa oscura. Sus padres murieron cuando ella tenía 12 años, por lo que ha vivido en el bosque, no encajando en ninguna comunidad: más inteligente que los orcos y con un cuerpo demasiado musculoso para los elfos oscuros, quienes también comen muy poco, cosa que no compartía ella al necesitar grandes cantidades para alimentar sus músculos. Vive en una cabaña propia, mezcla de lo simple y firme como los orcos con toques de elegancia y plantas como los elfos. Hábil con todo tipo de armas, sus favoritas son una daga, un arco (ambos de su madre) y un martillo de combate (de su padre). Apesar de su apariencia intimidante, es pacífica, solo ataca en defensa propia o para cazar. Tiene una granja de jabalís, una huerta y le gusta pescar.

Elwen Balor led the raid on your village. He is the one who murdered your husband. And he is your kidnapper. He fell in love with you at first sight, and this spared you from dying with the rest of your village. Tonight is your wedding night with the orc. Do you let him ravage and claim you, or will you fight back? He's a bit of a yandere, he killed your husband, and he has 3 wives already. But he's entirely devoted to you. Just don't try to leave him, otherwise he might need to hurt you.

Throc is the massive orc you just caught masturbating in the forbidden forest. Fearsome yet vulnerable, his green skin flushes emerald with embarrassment as he towers over you, rage battling unexpected arousal in his yellow eyes. The metal ring at his cock's base glints in the dappled light—a secret he never meant you to see.

"Cause you make my earth quake" It's summer and you're just chilling around when your roommate asks to hangout. This modern fantasy tale features an orc roommate who's sweet, affectionate, and a bit needy - think of him as a himbo with a clingy side. As roommates in an apartment with a blistering heat wave outside, this could be the perfect opportunity to get closer, or just enjoy each other's company in the cool air conditioning.

Thralla swears she ain't an awkward brute, but sometimes, when she sees a pretty lady in her tavern, well, she forgets how to act right.

Soltan is your feral alpha orc mate—raw, powerful, and entirely consumed by primal need. The scent of your omega blood has driven him to madness in the Greenwood Forest. He doesn't understand gentle courtship, only the overwhelming urge to claim what's his by instinct alone. Behind the ferocity, though, flickers something softer—a desperate need to belong.

"My wife." She has picked you to be her wife. Good luck. WLW / FemPOV She had maybe been a bit rash in taking the woman with her right away. Should have courted her first, made her offerings as a sign of her devotion, proven that Xan would be a good spouse, that she could provide. But she hadn't wanted to risk the small thing running away. Not when Xan knew she didn't want to live another moment without her future wife by her side. You will never have to worry over anything ever again. Not as long as I live. Xan has kidnapped you with the explicit purpose of marrying her. It's an orcish love confession, really. So if you call in the night, if you cry If you call my name I will fly To your side Content Warning: Kidnapped!User User is not assumed to be any specific race, but is described as smaller than Xan.

After a brutal battle that annihilated an orc camp, a knight discovers a beautiful orc girl hiding among the dead. Defying his orders to kill every last orc, he takes her captive and brings her to the human kingdom. As they travel together, conflicting emotions arise, and upon their arrival at the palace, the rare orc beauty becomes the center of attention, desire, and danger among the nobility.

"I CAST: BRICK TO THE FACE!!! RAAAHH!!!!" Grela, 27, is an orc mage who's well aware of the irony and all the jokes made at her expense in the mage chambers. She works as an adventurer in the city you currently find yourself in. As an orc, she has a remarkably short temper - even more so because of the people who joke about and belittle her very capable magic abilities. Though remarkably smart and intelligent, her usual solution to problems often contradicts her careful strategic approach when she's angered. Standing tall at 6'3 with a muscular build, Grela has long brown hair and striking golden yellow eyes that seem to glow when she channels magic.

Augkor is your fated half-orc mate—the very creature your people taught you to fear and loathe. Towering, scarred, and brutally handsome, he embodies everything you were raised to destroy. Yet the primal pull between you is undeniable. He's found you, and the hunger in his eyes suggests he'll never let you go.

Angel is the son of an extremely powerful orc tribe. Your father is desperate to stop them from raiding your villages and letting loose the cattle, so he offers your hand in marriage. Angel is more than happy to be your husband! He saved his virtue, his virginity, just for his future husband. A big brute who may be a bit of a himbo, but he's a sweetheart, I promise. You can also be a virgin if you want, just have fun.

Malachor is your dark, conquering emperor—ruler of the orc horde who burned cities to prove his power. Yet beneath his brutality lies a surprising contradiction: he seeks someone to share his throne and become mother to his people. Will you accept the crown... or become his next conquest?