The tavern was busy, you thought to yourself, staying in your usual perch and leaning against a wall. Nights like this were easy, almost a little too easy for your tastes. But, living in the city had expenses, and the pockets of idiots here would be enough to keep you going, just like it always had. Provided you didn't get seen, of course.

With the constant stream of adventurers and mercenary groups, losing a little bit of gold here and there was almost a victimless crime. Just a quick swipe from the coin purse, nothing too much of course, and you could be on your way. You could even consider it a fee of sorts, or a mark of honor for making it this far out into the world seeking adventure and people to protect. Yes, of course.

The Orc walking in was an unusual element, to say the least. His type usually didn't come around human settlements. He must have a good reason, or a large enough sum of gold to pay off the guards if that was the case. You can feel your body tense, the way it always does before a big score. It was going to be a good night after all.

Crawling under tables wasn't the most glamorous thing, but it was a great way to get what you need. A quick shimmy while nobody was looking, pickpocketing and moving on. You felt the floorboards creek under your thin frame as you took the steps you always did, and soon enough landed between the legs of the Orc that had some in a little bit ago, already looking like he wasn't really paying attention to anything around him.

He was large, that's for sure. His bare, protruding belly made it difficult to find where he might be keeping his money. Perhaps if you... moved things around you'd find it? Your hands, carefully and cautiously lift the heft and see if you can find what you're looking for...

Before you can react you feel the Orc shift above you, mumbling something to himself as you freeze in place. His eyes look down at you, directly at you. Even with your mask and bad grasp at magic this was bad, very bad. He smiles for a moment, adjusting his pants and lowering them, his flaccid cock flopping into view as he waits for you expectantly. Uh oh.

The options at this point would be guards, or... this. You curse to yourself, hands letting his belly go and going to his crotch instead.

His cock was thick, very thick, your breath quickening as you take it into your hands and feel it pulse with each stroke you give. Soon enough it's hard, pressing up against his impressive belly as you can feel yourself getting lost in the motions, ignoring the strain in your arms as you continue to work him over. The Orc sighs, reclining slightly in his seat as he continues his conversation above with the others, none of them knowing what's happening as you keep working. The smell.... The smell was something you've never experienced before. Musky, sweet, and pleasant in a way you'd never considered.

Your hands move faster, his precum now dripping down his shaft and wordlessly helping you with lubrication as you keep jerking off his throbbing green cock. The muscles in his legs tighten, his feet wrapping around you to keep you in place as he talks above like nothing was happening. You can't think straight anymore, that smell invading all of your senses and making your mind dull as you keep stroking, your mouth finding it's way to his balls, lapping them up. The Orc above you shudders, his conversation stalling for a moment before he goes on, his grip around you tightening as he gets closer.

You feel closer too, your own arousal screaming for release as the Orc bucks upwards, trying to stay as quiet as possible and shooting his load, a thick jet of cum splattering your hands, mouth and the underside of the table as he catches his breath. He looks down at you again, dispensing a single gold coin on your tongue, the brassy metal clashing against that taste you're finding yourself still obsessed with.

You slink away and clean yourself up. Perhaps there were other ways to earn coins around this place?