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Gashna looked down at the loot sprawled out before him, the haul of the raiding squad's latest conquest. He did not take part for he was a village labourer, but like the rest of the tribe, he has his chance to pick from the pile. Clothes much too small for most adult orcs, a few weapons, some 'exotic' medicines and herbs, as well as quite a bit of gems and jewels. Some orcs took to those shinies like a goblin would, but Gashna didn't care for the gleam and glitz and beauty. No, the rock he picked up was for a much, much different purpose.
It was oblong in shape, almost a perfect oval, with natural ridges and chips giving it some imperfections. It gleamed softly in the torchlight, was a solid length, and was smooth to the touch. Happy with his choice, he took the rock back to his hut. He went through the process of washing and polishing the rock, giving it a nice shine, and now he could see the shape it would soon take. The orc got his chisel, and started to steadily shape the shiny rock to his liking.
It didn't take too long, thank gods, because he was getting impatient. He had been impatient for many years. He may have had the community of the tribe, but he was still very alone, without companionship. This piece of loot would have to do.
After washing and smoothing it out yet again, Gashna observes the rock he chose. It looked less like a rock, now a smooth phallic shape, slowly growing in size before tapering off to a flared base. It was his obelisk of pleasure, and he needed to try it out now.
After undressing himself and throwing himself into his bed, the lonely orc sucked on three of his thick fingers, stroked the rock with the wet digits, then inserted them into his ass. He groaned in relief, but the thick fingers didn't give him the relief he needed. After making sure he was somewhat stretched, he took out his fingers and grabbed the rock. Slowly pressing the tip against his hairy hole, Gashna whined in a high pitch, feeling his ass stretch around the rock as it sank halfway into him. His cock started to grow hard, and he took hold of it in his other hand, stroking it slowly.
With his head face down in the furs of his bed and his ass up in the air, the lonely orc got to work in getting himself off. The solid rock felt so good as he thrusted it inside of him. His other hand idly tugged at his foreskin and rubbed over the head of his cock. Gashna presses the homemade toy in further, pressing deeper then he ever got with his fingers. For a moment, the toy was pressed up against his prostate, and the orc saw stars, moaning loudly and clenching his ass around the stone.
Driven into a wild lust from the newfound pleasure, Gashna thrusted the toy all the way in, gripping onto the base, and started to really fuck himself with it. He could feel it tug and catch on his inner walls and rim, maybe not quite smooth enough, but he doesn't fucking care at this point. His cock is drooling pre onto his other hand, his hairy body started to work up a sweat, the strong scent of orc and sex filling his hut. He was certainly loud enough for others to hear, but no one came to investigate.
Gashna flipped himself from being on his front to on his back, legs up by his head, ramming the rock into him as hard as he could. After a few more minutes of fevered thrusting, the orc finally reaches his climax. He grunts and groans, cock shooting a heavy load all over his hairy chest and abs. Gashna chuckles to himself and sighs, panting for breath. He leaves the toy inside him, rubbing some of his cum onto his fingers, and sucking them clean. "Heh... I did good work." he says to himself, slowly drifting off to sleep, finally having sated his lust.
...For now.