Orc Student of Martial Pervert

Summary:

Urluk joined a mostly human sword sect to gain control of his orc nature and to achieve enlightenment. Little did he know that the only master that was willing to take him was not the most orthodox teacher. She might have been willing to train the orc but her intentions did not come up as that enlightened.

Tags: Immortal Female Pervert, Dignified Orc, Sexual Acts Happen

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Despite Urluk being one of the top students of his year, he had not managed to convince even one of the pavilion heads to become his master to teach him advanced techniques. He had heavy reasons to suspect it had something to do with the fact that he was a large muscular green orc in a mostly human sword sect.

Grey robed Urluk was now standing in the meeting hall of the sect masters. He was receiving the final decision of the masters who had already rejected him individually in the last few months.

"You might have passed the tests for joining and the first year of training but we can't force anybody to take you as a disciple," said master Kai who was in charge of the new students for the first year. He had been the only one who had trained Urluk as part of a student group. The orc was one of the most popular sparring partners to the other students and even though most of them had just wanted to bully him he had gained a lot of valuable training.

"You are welcomed to use the common hall to train and practice with other students, you show promising skill," the sect leader said. He too had rejected Urluk but then again he trained only a few students per decade.

"Did anybody ask mistress Irene?" a black-haired male master whom Urluk did not recognize suggested. "Since none of us agreed, the least we can do is ask all of the masters."

"Heh, maybe she will leave our students alone if we give her one," one of the female masters said with a quick smirk that looked borderline disgust.

"But that pavilion is storage of forbidden, not meant to train disciples," master Kai stated.

"I'm sure there is room for one more if she accepts, besides her golden body style would suit perfectly someone with natural strength," the unknown black haired master said. He gave a look at the hall door and most eyes followed.

Mistress Irene of the Forbidden Pavilion wore a red dress robe with a notably lower cut than any female discipline Urluk had seen. Not that any other master wore red in the first place. Irene's shoulder-length hair was black and she had golden iris that she had gained from her path of cultivation.

"I'll take him," Irene announced across the hall. Urluk turned around to look at her better and it did not take long to notice Irene wore way less padding under her robes that most. Her feminine shapes were almost shining under her robes and on top of anything else she was not even wearing any footwear.

"Well, that settles it. Pavilion Master Irene, please take care of your new student," the sect master said.

"Ooh I will," Irene stated with a lick of her lips. He was looking up and down the tall muscular orc that also wore robes that did little to hide his physique. Though he had actually tried to use saggy and padded grey robes to hide it.

Urluk swallowed hard and felt blood rush through his body. He had finally gained a master of an advanced technique but it had not exactly been what he had expected in a sword sect dedicated to mental enlightenment through sword and cultivation.

"Come with me," Irene commanded and Urluk walked after her almost hesitantly. If he had not known where he was he could have sworn he heard one of the other female masters giggle tauntingly behind him. Something he had only heard from female orcs when they mocked men who lost them in a fight. Though this time the meaning was beyond his comprehension.

Irene did not look back even once during their walk along the sect's main road. She was surprisingly young for a recognized master of a pavilion but some cultivation paths gave that as a side effect.

Urluk was used to people staring at him but for the first time, most eyes were on the woman in front of him. He even heard low whispering that was usually reserved for him.

The Pavilion of Forbidden was on one of the side hills of the sect that Urluk had only seen from a distance. It had several layers of walls like most similar structures but it was definitely older and maintained less diligently than the main sword pavilions of the sect.

"Wear it," Irene instructed and gave Urluk a silver ring. "Just make sure it touches your skin when you leave or enter."

Urluk somehow managed to put the ring into his little finger and it hurt way less than he had expected. Like the metal ring had stretched to fit him. There was an identical ring attached to a black collar Irene wore that Urluk noticed for the first time for some reason.

"Bath is on the cliffside," Irene said and waved with a sign that meant Urluk was dismissed. She walked away and he felt odd relief.

For a moment Urluk looked around and confirmed his suspicion that the pavilion had seen better days. It was not falling apart but it was not exactly in pristine condition. Not that he was able to do much about it so Urluk walked along the pathway around the main hall building to the cliffside. There indeed was a large open-air hot spring that was somehow fuelled from the water below that fell down the side of the cliff as a steaming waterfall. Though the part meant for bathers was carved into stone and had rocks to create a wall between them and the cliff.

Urluk had definitely sweated during the meeting with the sect masters and he had never had a hot spring so large for himself so he was not able to resist the temptation. He looked around and did not notice his new mistress anywhere so he stripped to the rune engraved stones that were meant for washing clothes. After that, he stepped into the hot water up to his waist and washed his clothes. Once he was done he left them on the rocks that had special runes engraved into them that would dry up the fabric in only minutes.

Even at the deepest spot the hot spring only reached Urluk's waist so he sat down on the bench stone that was underwater and leaned sideways down in a way that soaked his thick black hair in the water. The water burned his green skin just right and he closed his eyes. Many things had happened and this was not how he had expected his day to end but it was not entirely unpleasant.

Urluk almost fell asleep but then he felt a trailing touch against his left biceps. He jolted up and swung his arm at the direction. He heard water splash but initially, he saw nobody. Though he noticed one thing that had changed.

"Who took my robe?" Urluk asked. His clothes were gone and he did not want to admit that he might have already guessed the culprit. The soft touch he had felt against his skin had not been one of an assassin despite his initial reaction.

"They were old and worn, I threw them off the cliff. I had new ones prepared for you," Irene said behind Urluk and he spun around to his new master on top of one of the large rocks that surrounded cliff side. Her black hair and pubes were dripping wet along with her skin. It was reddish like she had spent some time in the hot spring.

"Mistress," Urluk voiced while swallowing hard. His new teacher's body was just as feminine as he had suspected. It was the perfect blend of firm athleticism with shapely thighs, ass and breasts. She sat on the rock so that she was presenting her smooth puffed pussy with a bit swollen clit while trailing her hands along her thighs.

"I was right about you," Irene said before biting her lower lip. She dropped down into the pool and Urluk looked down to see his cock that had grown hard. Most of Irene's stomach was under the water and their difference in size was not only in height. Though she was still approaching Urluk with a wide grin that would only mean one thing.

"Mistress, I wish to seek spiritual enlightenment, not carnal pleasures," Urluk said even though he was not even trying to hide his hard throbbing boner.

"What makes you think those are separate?" Irene said with a head tilt and a devious smile. She waved his hand and a force that Urluk was able to see flared through the air and caused a crack to appear to a large stone. He looked it with momentary awe as he knew it would have been enough to break weaker swords let alone spears and Irene had done it with a casual hand wave.

"The golden body style focuses on physical perfection that comes through hard work and putting your body through extreme tribulations," Irene explained while drawing her feminine shapes with her hands, just the way her firm stomach breathed was making Urluk unable to disagree to what was implied.

"I can teach you things that let you fight on equal terms with most none-magic focused masters," Irene said with a tilted smile.

"And all you need to do..." Irene said but stopped to stare at Urluk's throbbing cock.

"All I need to do?" Urluk asked with a gulp. The hot spring combined with Irene was making him reach all kinds of limits.

"Ram my firm cunt like a fuck-beast with your divine cock until it gapes over and over again," Irene explained with a sudden feral grin. She grabbed Urluk's hard flesh tip that was almost shroom shaped.

"Mistress," Urluk grunted. Not even a female orc had ever been this forward with him.

"Fuck me," Irene said and it was the last thing needed to break Urluk's resistance who had not had sex ever since joining the sword sect. He reached towards Irene but she sidestepped and dropped to her knees on the submerged seating stone to bend down for the orc.

Urluk took a jousting grip from his long cock and pointed it down. His free hand locked to the side of Irene's hip even though she showed no signs of retreating from the situation she had caused. Urluk trailed his fat tip between Irene's asscheeks down to her pussy. He pushed against it and to his surprise, the firm looking vulva spread to embrace his tip.

"All of it," Irene announced before Urluk had the time to adjust his thrusting angle to go deeper. She pushed her hips to devour the cock into her tight embrace with a backwards thrust. By the time she was done, she had taken all of it. Her walls were stretched all the way from her opening to the gate of her womb that had been pushed deep in her. Even her firm stomach had bulged up to her navel.

"Finally, a fat fucking orc brick," Irene panted. She had not stopped moving even for a moment and was swaying her hips.

Urluk growled and took a grip from Irene's hips with both of his large hands. He began dragging his cock outwards only to repeatedly slam it back in, just his length alone was making him put some effort to it and Irene kept twisting her hips like in an attempt to keep it in. Though she straightened every time it came to the turn of pushing the length back in.

"Make me cum, make me cum with your hot orc spunk," Irene panted.

"I'm not done yet," Urluk grunted, he was barely ten thrusts in and had barely reached his max speed. Irene was almost like an immovable object so he felt no need to constrain his strength. His muscles bulged as he rammed his cock harder and harder. Irene's stretching walls were taking it as well as she did but at some point, she stopped moving her own hips and kept them steady.

"Peak cock, peak fucking cock," Irene stuttered. For the first time, her voice was showing signs of breaking with a breathy stutter. Urluk did not reply but focused on his movement, he was already using enough strength to force him to breathe through his mouth and any words might have been hard to understand.

Urluk noticed how Irene had tilted her head to look at him from a side. She was gritting her teeth together and there was a frenzied look in her eye. Thick saliva dripped down her chin and her eye was digging deep into Urluk's muscular body.

With a few final thrusts, Urluk dug his length as deep as possible and began pumping with his hips. Thick semen was pressured from his large balls almost straight into Irene's womb. The shroom-like tip gave little other choices for the seed to go.

"I have cultivated my body to perfection for this moment," Irene announced and rotated her body around on the cock. It twisted Urluk's length but he was as hard as a brick and his thick skin was able to take it. Irene wrapped her legs around his hips and locked his still seed pumping cock fully into her.

"Time for the first lesson of the golden body style, so listen carefully." Irene voiced. The lustful weakness in her voice had disappeared but Urluk was only able to breathe his mouth open in his almost exhausted state.

"The origin of physical power is your body, even with advanced martial arts unlocking its full potential is the key for true perfection," Irene explained. "Outlasting and out powering your opponents are the main tenants to success and I'm going to teach you both."

"Close your eyes," Irene commanded and Urluk obeyed. His breathing was calming down but his heart was still definitely beating hard into his large cock.

"Focus, reach inside of you. If you can sense the flow I'm now sending through your body you are basically cheating years off from the time you would need to achieve the full control of your body," Irene voiced. She had used her long legs to lift up her torso and was trailing his fingers along Urluk's muscular abdomen with a massive twelve pack.

"Cheating?" Urluk uttered. It was not a word he liked.

"Well, it's more like a shortcut that only works if you are skipping the arts that need all the magical spirit focusing garbage that lets you fight with flashy colours," Irene mused. "But just focus on the flow along your spine."

Urluk concentrated on the flow that he felt the first time. It moved along his bones and reached through them all over his body, even to the parts without bones. Urluk realised it indeed was a level of sensing his own body that was way beyond what he had been able to do before. He put all his effort into memorising how the flow felt and how it moved. If Irene had not strengthened it he would not have been able to sense the patterns without years of training and self-study of his body. He almost focused to a point he forgot where his cock had been locked into.

"That's it, break your limit, keep your awesome fat cock pumping full of blood, I'm going to make your peak fucking cock immortal even if it is the last thing I do," Irene panted while rubbing her cheek to Urluk's chest muscles.

"What?" Urluk grunted and lost focus. His cock began deflating almost immediately and Irene dripped down with a pouting face. She might have been able to stay on with just her strong legs but that had not been her main goal. So she stood up next to Urluk while taking the rest of his cock out.

"Don't get me wrong, the least you can do to your talented teacher is to pay her back with some rock hard leisure time," Irene said while she took a few steps back with a grin. Watery cum had begun leaking down her thighs and her clit was visibly twitching her vulva.

"Right," Urluk grunted. He was not exactly convinced on the talented part.

"Look at the time, I have things I needed to set up, your new robes are at the main hall," Irene said and moved away in a blur.

The main hall was easy enough to find. Urluk's new robes were red and made from far more expensive material than most cultivator robes he had ever seen. He assumed it was true to Irene's robes too even though he had not inspected them as closely.

There was also a note about some basic information and the location of Urluk's sleeping chamber. The lack of any duty roster did not come as a surprise to him but it was disappointing regardless. Effective time management of humans was one of the things he had grown to like during the last year.

After some evening exercises, Urluk undressed to bed. His room was larger than he had expected and the mattress bed was definitely not meant for a single person. Still, he laid down to it and occupied most of it with his large body before falling asleep.

** * **

It took only a few hours until Urluk woke up with a hard throbbing boner. He barely remembered what the dream had been but he was sweating and felt wide awake. The blanket he had used had been thrown to a side but he did not see any other culprits than himself.

Urluk got up and dressed. He had only been provided with robes without undergarments, not that many of those meant for humans were big enough for him.

Initially, Urluk had just decided to go do a series of exercises but then he heard odd sounds in the distance. He followed the sounds to see a red robes figure kneeling in front of the outer wall side door.

Irene's head was bobbing and when she moved her head to lick along a white human cock Urluk was more than sure what was happening. When a few pieces of silver were thrown over the door it was even worse than he had suspected. His new master was prostituting herself on an improvised glory hole.

"I should not be surprised," Urluk muttered to himself. For some reason, his boner had also calmed down so he was able to go back to sleep.

** * **

The next day Urluk woke up and went to look for food. The pavilion's kitchen was surprisingly well stocked and the mystery for that was solved when a sect servant brought even more food from the sect's main warehouse.

The female servant sent weird looks at Urluk who was still eating some soup he had put together in a crude manner. Though it felt like she was looking at his robes rather than him.

"So, are you like her?" the servant asked from a distance and Urluk barely realised she was talking to him. She was relatively plain looking with tied black hair but definitely cute in some ways.

"Do you... let others touch you... for silver," the servant stuttered. It was definitely something that had never been asked from Urluk though it made him confused more than anything else.

"You have a nice body... I saw it a few times... big," the servant stuttered. Her tanned skin was turning increasingly reddish.

"I'm not for sale," Urluk grunted and stood up. The servant was a bit scared but did not look away while Urluk walked out of the kitchen.

** * **

"So here you are, it is time for your second lesson," Irene's voice said while Urluk stood on a cliff side terrace. She was wearing her red dress robes and walked behind him.

"You can teach me but I will choose the things I learn," Urluk stated. He had come to the conclusion that his choices had greatly narrowed down when it came to teachers of more advanced techniques. He had not had other options in the first place and being kicked out or leaving willingly from the pavilion with the worst reputation would not create more of them. More than one rumour he had heard from the distance was starting to make sense to him now.

"I guess that is a good attitude," Irene mused. "Follow me."

Irene led Urluk to the building next to the main hall of the pavilion. When they walked in Urluk definitely felt his silver ring vibrate like it had entered through an invisible field.

Inside the building was filled with different sized sealed boxes. Irene took one of the handheld ones and walked out again followed by Urluk.

"That place has all the sect's forbidden artefacts and texts sealed, thus the name of the pavilion," Irene explained while they walked to the stone sparring field of the pavilion. It looked worn and had cracks in the stone. Though the most hazardous feature was that it was bordered by the cliff.

Urluk was pointed to take a place on the fighting stage and for a moment it looked like Irene was going to fight him but then she placed the sealed box on the stage and walked to its side.

"Now that I have unlocked your internal paths, they need to be strengthened and the best way to do that is live combat. Focus on your movements and guiding your energy through the paths," Irene instructed. Then she waved her hand and an air vibrating force surged to shatter the box. Black mist oozed from the remains and a human-sized demonic creature manifested. It had red skin and bulky outlook. Though it was a bit smaller than Urluk.

Urluk took a basic unarmed fighting stance and sent a questioning look at his teacher.

"This demon is all rage with no bite," Irene voiced. After the initial shock of being freed the demon looked around and began staring at Urluk while bulging its muscles.

"Arrgh," the demon growled in an odd way and charged the orc. The demon's intent to harm Urluk was clear so he took the fight seriously from the start. He did a quick sidestep and stopped the demon's mindless charge with a strong kick. It flew backwards but stood up almost immediately and charged again. It was once again stopped with the same strong kick with the same result.

"You can't harm demons like that, for the purpose of this training you should try constraining it. A true match of strength should let you truly exert yourself," Irene instructed. Urluk did not exactly want to let the unpredictable demon close to him but he sidestepped the next charge and took an elbow lock around the demon's neck while pushing it to the ground on its stomach.

The strength the demon tried to push up Urluk's weight was almost able to do it and he had to actively push back. The creature did not seem to care about getting its neck constrained to a point it did not even slow down its struggle.

"You know it's not breathing, right?" Irene mused. The demon did not even have a nose.

Urluk focused on keeping the demon down and he felt a surge of power in his body like never before. It was giving him more and more stamina as the flow slowly grew stronger during his struggle.

"Flip around while keeping it tied," Irene instructed and Urluk felt like he was able to do it. So he constrained the demon's arms and rolled around. The demon flailed its legs in the air but Urluk managed to constrain them with his long legs for an effective full-body bind. Though it was not making the demon struggle any less and Urluk was not sure how long he might be able to last like this.

"Yes, like that," Irene said and Urluk noticed her moving at the edge of his vision.

Irene went to the demon's cock and started to suck it. Urluk let go and the demon lunged forward to ram all of its length down her throat. It pushed her down with his hips but she was not exactly resisting when the demon began fucking her head against the ground. Urluk walked away without looking back.

** * **

The next day Urluk was in the pavilion's kitchen again. He had made a serving of soup with many clumps of dried meat. He had never seen so much meat stored in any of the sect's kitchens so he did not feel bad at all using a lot of it.

"I'm sorry for the last time," a hesitant voice next to Urluk said. The female servant had come again. Though her grey robes looked cleaner than before. Also, her long black hair was let loose.

"Sit," Urluk grunted. He tapped the bench next to him.

"I'm Sarai," the servant voiced and sat next to Urluk with a clear distance.

"You look at me different than most," Urluk stated without looking at Sarai.

"You are so big and strong and..." Sarai mumbled while fiddling her fingers.

"Green," Urluk stated between two spoonfuls of soup.

"Well yes," Sarai said. After that, the conversation broke even though she tried to say several things but none of the words left her lips in an audible form. In a few minutes, she left with a polite bow.

"You wanted to fuck her, right?" Irene's sultry voice said behind Urluk when he barely managed to swallow the last of his soup.

"I bet you were imagining her broken body oozing with your semen," Irene added before Urluk even replied.

"Is that how you see me?" Urluk grunted.

"I see a hard throbbing boner that just wants to find a place to unload its delicious sweet cream," Irene said and Urluk looked over his shoulder to see her naked behind him.

Without words, Urluk stood up and pinned Irene into a wall from her shoulder. She pulled up his robes to reveal a large green erect cock.

"You better teach me well," Urluk said.

"Ooh I will," Irene replied while sliding her hand along Urluk's cock.

And so began Urluk's long hard months of intense cultivation of the advanced martial arts.