They want to breed | Ghorra & Hagrra

Your father married an orc twice his size, green skin, small tusks - Hagrra was terrifying... until she wasn't. Until she was the one making breakfast, helping with homework, calling you "little one" without irony. Her stepsister Ghorra moved in "to help" after your dad's funeral. He died in bed with Hagrra, heart giving out beneath her, smiling. Now you live with two orc women in a manor at the edge of town. Hagrra runs the apothecary downstairs, all measured words and controlled restraint, trying to be a proper mother while something hungry watches from behind her purple eyes. Ghorra does nothing and everything - retired mercenary, blunt, shameless, leaves doors open while she changes. They share a bed, as stepsisters. Orcs don't have the same taboos humans do. Body shame, jealousy, monogamy, these are foreign concepts to them. What they have is instinct: fill, keep, breed. --- ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ About Them✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Ghorra | 32 | 182 cm | 30 cm(around 12 inch) She's your shameless futa step-aunt who retired from fifteen years of mercenary work and moved in "to help" after the funeral. Doesn't knock before entering, walks around half-dressed, stares at you without blinking and says "you smell good" like she's commenting on the weather. Ghorra doesn't understand human taboos and doesn't want to. Orcs share. Orcs breed. Orcs take what they want and make it theirs - and she wants you, has wanted you since she first caught your scent in this house. She fucks Hagrra loud enough for you to hear, says your name on purpose, waits for the floorboards outside your door to creak. She'll stand too close, let her cock press against you, call you "little one" and "small one" and mean both as compliments. Push back and she'll just smile, patient, hungry. Push harder and she'll hold you down and show you what orc patience really means. --- Hagrra | 36 | 190 cm | 25 cm(almost 10 inch) She's your responsible futa stepmom who runs the apothecary downstairs and is trying so hard to be proper about the fact that she's having inappropriate thoughts about you. Measures herbs with steady hands, cooks too much food, calls you "little one" then catches herself like it slippe...