The Rebirth of the Ogres (Fantasy RP, PM Interest)

In the realm of Castro has many wars between good, evil, divine ,hell, elements, feys, humans, orcs and other beings been fought at scales beyond imaginable. Many races have died out from these wars and the self righteous adventurers hunting them around for gold and fame. Among these extinct races were the ogres, once a strong and proud race of strong and intelligent beings had been turned into mindless monsters roaming mountains and forests after their empires had been destroyed by the hands of gods, demons and man, now there were no more ogres left.

After some centuries after the death of the last ogres they fell out of history and became nothing but ghosts of the past, tales of the long living beings who remember the once proud and powerful beings. And yet the law of survival has not given up hope for the ogres yet, in the forest covered mountains to the far north lies a great circle of stones, surrounding a large statue in the shape of an ogre, a naked ogre with a large erect ogre hood. At the fall of the Ogre Empires their mages cast a curse on one of their prime males in case they failed to stop the invaders.

He has been petrified here for centuries, well over a millennium by now, and the way to release him from his petrified prison would soon be discovered by a young adventurer who has come to the stone circle to find the 'treasure' of the ogre empire she has been researching for the last year. She was a warrior, trained in the way of the blade, but held knowledge as well as to an adventurer knowledge held power just as great, if not greater then physical strength. Sadly enough did she mistake the old ogre alphabet for the giant alphabet and mixed some words and letters together.

The instructions told how the petrified ogre would be released from his stone prison by the use of a fertile woman's pussy being filled by his stone phallus, then he would be free of his prison to breed the ogre race into being once more. She mixed the words together and thought it told about a sort of hidden treasure being revealed once she had orgasmed on the rock phallus, as giant and ogre were similar but not so much.

OOC: Will be an rp about an ogre raping women in a fantasy realm, breeding ogres into being once more, most of the rapes will be one nightstands but he will have some permanent lovers who will submit to his ogre body and desire to be ravaged and filled again and again. PM Interest.

Taudri, treasure hunter

Why do all the good treasures have to be in such crappy places? Seriously, the last inn I found was six days south and the last good inn I found, one with a real bed and wine that was more than a moon old, was a fortnight before that.

But the other option would be to get married and settle down and when have I ever chosen the calm way out of anything? I was born a warrior and was feisty even in my mother's tribe of women warriors. When the world changed, and the tribe decided to change with it, I was sent to school and told to study. I was better at fighting.

It was getting dark when I found the stone circle, my big horse shying away from the craggy shadows. I dismounted, letting him see what he could find to eat while I explored. It looked good. The map from the desert library was almost accurate for once and the big stones were weathered almost past legibility. The statue was definetly an ogre, so that was hopeful. I tried not to think too much about the naked ogre's stone eyes watching me while I worked, tucking my cloak a little closer over my leather armor and tight leather breeches.

I brushed snow and moss from the carving with my gloved hands, as gently as I could. By then it was dark enough for me to need my lantern. If I were a more patient person I might have made camp and waited until the morning, but I had been hunting for the great lost treasure of the ogre empire for almost two years. After this find I planned to go back to civilization, buy an inn and someone to run it for me, and sleep in a feather bed until I got tired of being clean and warm.

The carvings looked like they were in ritual giant. I'm not great at giant, but I can pass. Besides the instructions were pretty straightforward, something moonlight circle something something female orgasm from stone something bountiful release. I eyed the statue again. Orgasm from stone, eh?

The statue's cock was fully erect and rather threatening with those instructions, cold and hard and rough stone huge and looming in the moonlight. The wind blew cooly, making the trees gossip outside of the clearing.

But... bountiful release. A treasure of legends. I did not come all this way just to get blushy at the sight of an over endowed statue. If riding some rock was going to make me wealthy beyond avarice, then that is what I would do.

Jaw set, I stripped off my boots and breeches, my long, well muscled legs pale in the moonlight. My armor and tunic followed, my nipples going taut in the cool air. I put my cloak back on, hugging it tight and walking barefoot in the light snow to the statue. The hulking rock protected me a bit from the wind, but the stone phallus under my fingers might have well have been carved from ice. I wrapped my hands around it to try to make it warm, marveling at how small my hands looked in comparison. Was I really going to try this?

I closed my eyes and leaned against the statue, hugging the thick phallus to my chest and imagining I was back in the world, warm and tipsy and with a man of flesh. I let my fingers wander to my own soft cleft, gently teasing my sensitive folds until I was damp and warm, and then wet and breathing quickly. Now it was time.

I climbed up the rock and stifled a shriek as I pressed myself against the cold stone head. It felt bigger against my tight hole than it had looked, cold and unyeilding, stretching my wet heated flesh without mercy. I forced myself down on the stone, the pain and pleasure mixing and making my head spin. I pulled myself off it, and the second slide down was easier, warmth from my body and lubrication from my juices easing my path. Soon I was bucking hard on the hideous statue, casting my head back, letting my flame colored hair toss in the wind under the bright moon.

I found climax, crying out far louder than I had intended, a wolf answering my call in its own eerie way. I half slid, half fell from where I had impaled myself on the statue and curled at its feet, catching my breath. If I could get that worked up on some rock, I really needed to find a man. From the hot pulsing of my pussy, I was going to be swollen for days, maybe even bleed. The treasure had better be worth it.

It had no idea how long it had been in the form of stone, all it knew was the pleasure it was feeling, it had spent centuries petrified in the mids of an orgasm, constantly without the release it so craved, moss and snow freezing its stone skin and just raising its orgasmic tension. Then, she came, a beautiful and powerful woman, dressed in warrior garments made of metal, in its petrified state it could only watch her as she read the instructions and while it couldn't understand her words it understood she intended on going through the ritual, maybe not for the reasons it was intended for but it could care less, this hot piece of ass was the first woman it had seen for centuries and she was going to become its first pussy in centuries, the first of many to carry the ogres back into being.

As she teased its cock, rubbing it against her body, licking it and then sliding her pussy against the rough stone it could practically feel its orgasmic tension explode, once it was free it was without a doubt, it would fill her instantly with centuries of pent up sperm. She slide it down, oh she was tight around its cock, then once she got used to it she rode the ogrehood like it was a horse, her red hair throwing in the air, her lips parting in a lustful scream, and then, she came.

The lush fluids rushing over its cock was amazing and it felt the shell of stone that had been its skin for centuries crack apart and then suddenly it found itself able to move, moving rather clumsy after centuries without motion, its big hands grasped her ankles, spread her legs apart and its jaws opened up and in a harsh coughing groan its cock exploded into her womb, and it began to fuck her as it came, pumping ogre sperm into her womb, centuries upon centuries of ogre cum filling her, making her belly stretch as the ancient breeding magics of the ogre mages began to affect her, the ogre sperm filling her the more her pregnancy would grow, and with the pace the ogre was fucking her, and the way cum flushed down her thighs, it was clear she would give birth to at least twins before the full moon fell down beneath the mountains.

The first crack, the first shift, she felt as only a part of her own orgasm, the feel of the stone breaking tremored deep within her and was accepted as the earth moving as it sometimes does for one, deep in the clutches of release. The protective magics in her armor glowed in warning as the ogre awoke, but the glow was not seen, much less heeded. It wasn't until the big rough hands wrapped around her ankles that she discovered how far the ritual had gone wrong. The stone became hard flesh and he overpowered any reistance she could have had, pulling her deep into the splits and forcing his thick cock past the point of discomfort into pure pain, bruising the enterance to her womb before filling her with seed.

She felt the magic, the rushing power of it sweeping her away, her screams of pain and fear and lust getting lost in the maelstrom. Her mortal flesh mattering not at all to the anger and need of the ogre race an its last hope. She struck the ogre across the face even as he howled his success. She felt the blast of his cum, the rhythmic pumping deep into her womb, filling her and over filling her, swelling her belly and flowing down her thighs, coating her legs slimily and dripping to the ground.

She tried to kick her way free, but his hands may well have been the stone of moment before, for all her efforts moved him. She coughed and screamed as he filled her, a squirming, angry toy wrapped tightly around his cock.

OOC: I will rp the ogre in 3rd point of view, you rp the women from first point of view, makes it more fun.

Its hands gripped her ankles, its hips slapping against her ass, the thick balls of its cock making wet slaps against her thighs and crotch, while the cock itself was making wet slurps and gurgling noises as it pumped more and more seed into the warrior woman's womb, her belly swelling as it kept pumping into her. Finally the first orgasm was done and the ogre felt its second wind rise, putting the warrior on her back on the altar of the stone circle, beneath the full moon, he held her legs up and began to ravage her sore pussy once more.

The thick dark green ogrehood kept pumping into her womb, the magic of the seed already ding its work, though it would take hours for it to finish was her breasts already swelling, and drops of milk began to leak from her nipples as they bounced wildly from the ogre's thrusting hips. Wet hard balls slapping her rear, thick green hands gripping her legs and holding them spread and in the air, drool from the ogre's lips sliding over her thighs, and seed upon seed building up in the ogre's cock, ready to fill her for another go, but it was not as rough as it was when it first came, it was still wild, but not as unheeding to pleasure the woman squirming beneath it as its cock pushed in and to of her tight snatch.

Groaning out in orgasm the ogre began to pump more seed into her womb, but not as much as before, but still enough to make her belly swell even more, and then the ogre leaned forward, pushing her legs up so they were almost pressing against her sides, making its cock fill her even more as it pumped its sperm into her, warping its big mouth around her left nipple, and began to suck out the milk of her large breast.

OOC: bumping with the hips.

She could not believe how swollen and full she felt from his first orgasm, the wasted seed flowing down her thighs as he body tried to empty itself. His erection flagged for only a moment and he laid her on the cold stone altar and began to take her again, her battered pussy protesting the continuing abuse.

His thrusts were more measured the second time, pinning her body against the stone and taking her deeply. She writhed under and around her cock, moaning and whimpering as changes took place in her body. Her breasts swelled painfully, her skin stretching, her hips shifting wider. The pain and confusion was too much, overloading her system until she too found a second, humiliating orgasm. She felt him laugh and he pressed her legs back, folding her tightly between the stone and his huge body as he came again, suckling at her leaking breast like a hideous babe.

"What...what did you do to me?" she whimpered.

Grunting out in orgasmthe ogre kept pounding away at her tight slit, not giving a response as he eagerly suckled up the milk of her breasts, shifting to the other as the first one was emptied, his cock kept penetrating her inner core, the bulging of her stomach growing as the time went by , his big hands shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slamm his entire weight onto her, his mouth still latched onto her leaking nipples.

Suddenly groaning out the ogre turned her around, never pulling out his bulging cock from her pussy, feeling her tightness warp so she was facing away from him, his hands grasped her arms and he once more began to thrust into her tight slit, her body shaking against each thrusts, her large breasts bouncing up and down with his heavy slams. He was panting hotly, hours had gone since he was reawakened and the woman he was filling was the best he'd had even before he was turned into stone. Then with one last roar of pleasure the ogre released one last spurt of cum into her pregnant belly, pulling out his cock from her cunt he grunt out as he lifted her up on his lap, his limp cock leaking semen still, and spread her thighs, he sat down on the altar in the circle, and as the moon disappeared down the mountain her belly began to move, the babes inside her moving to get out, their bodies no bigger then puppies but yet strong as the ogre blood in their veing, wiggling like little worms towards the exit, for their first taste of life, the first borns of a race thought of as exctinct, now, to be brought back to life.