A big, brown, rape machine.

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Eight feet of brown, muscled fury and confusion. An orc torn from time and space. He's still every bit as orcish as anyone might expect him to be. With one caveat. He has no idea where he is, and he does not speak a lick of the local language. With a thick scent of sweat about him at all times, and a prick more akin to a club than a reproductive organ, all Vol'gath genuinely cares about is spreading his seed as far and wide as he can get it. It's probably a pretty good thing he doesn't have much respect for women then, isn't it?

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OOC Notes

Vol'gath doesn't speak common, or any other known languages. As a caveat to the Mary Sue conundrum- he's from a different plane, your half baked tongues spell won't work.

For obvious reasons, he may be attacked and killed. Vol'gath is just a dumb, idiot, level 1 orc footsoldier. He will come back. He will also be confused about why he came back. It's a Sisyphean nightmare for all involved.

Vol'gath is primarily here for rough non-con scenes that may or may not include themes of impregnation. Simply send me a tell and I can have Vol'gath conveniently show up in places he shouldn't be.

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Your lights, are my lights. For obvious reasons I'll put a few common themes here.

Impregnation. Breeding. Vol'gath has a huge dick. Cervical penetration. Semen inflation. Roughness. Bruising. Scratching. A bit of bleeding, probably. Casual use. Casual disposal.

It should be obvious that his theme is simple, one and done, rape and disposal, as he doesn't really stick around for the aftermath. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me a tell.