Final Boss (4k widescreen)

This week we’re going on a fantasy adventure. I’d love to do more orcs/goblins and fantasy stories, and I have had something in mind for giant goblin girls for years that I want to make happen one day. It’s not exactly monster girls but something a bit more out there than vanilla, and in a world where magic most definitely exists. If you can appreciate the green and hairy brute then this one will be for you! Forgive the writing on this, it’s a bit basic, a bit of a send up of the sword and sorcery style. Mini Boss tier subscribers have access to 2k images, Big Boss and Mega Boss tiers to 4k.

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The adventurers had got this far, to the end, it seemed. They stood in the throne room at the top of the tower, where the evil mage had ruled from. The dark mage cackled and hacked blood up onto her sleeve as she lay on the floor, battered from the fight. The elf mage approached.

“This is the end for you and your reign of terror Morganna. This land shall be free of you now!”

Raising her head, Morganna mustered the last of her strength to bring up her hand.

“Oh you fools. You may have broken my body, but you have misjudged me. The ceremony is complete, and your destruction is at hand. All I have to do is…” Morganna clicked her fingers, and a faint green light glittered at her fingertips, a whisper of ghostly smoke rising from it. At first the air was still and quiet, but as Morganna’s cackles began to rise, suddenly the castle began to tremble. Blocks of masonry started to fall from the ceiling, and before the adventurers could retreat the floor itself cracked and erupted upwards as if he earth itself was forcing them skywards. Great black coils broke into the throne room, like a cursed forest. And the thick walls crumbled around them. There was blackness.

The heroes slowly woke to a changed world. They were now outside, the great vault of the evening sky above them, and a cold wild howling. There was a strange thunder in the air, continuous and rolling, and sensual. It seemed to coincide with the moving of the earth, great heaves and yaws, throwing the landscape up and down.

“By all that is holy!” Screamed the priest, “It is an orc! A great she orc!”

Suddenly they all saw it. The land they were standing on was the body of a female orc warrior, swelled to titanic proportions. The undulating ground were her abdominal muscles, the naval a pit, in front of them. The forest was her immense and dense bush, and the mountains ahead of them were her breasts, a great valley between heaving hills to her face. A slick, sinuous tongue licked her lips. The ground was undulating as she moved. She was moaning. The heroes could only guess what was causing her pleasure, but it seemed a hand worked away far behind them, and the towers of the castle lay in ruins around her crotch.

“Charge!” screamed the dwarf warrior, as he started the long march towards the face, on the other side of the valley of death, while the elf mage unleashed a stream of fireballs that exploded against the orc’s hide with no discernible effect.