(A little longer...)

Testing the waters, Zukka raises one of his hands. The robber is either so wrapped up in the feeling of the sorcerer's tongue caressing his tip that he doesn't notice or he just doesn't care. He wraps his hand around the base of the uruk's cock, pressing forward even as he stifferen slightly under his touch.

"Hey-! They fuck are you-?!" He groans as Zukka begins to jerk him off.

"N-Nghh-! Fuck!" He relaxed a little, keeping a tight grip on the sorcerer's hair and pulling on it hard as a silent warning to behave.

"Keep going like that and I might want to keep you for myself ..." The robber thrusted his hips into Zukka's mouth, his cock gliding against his palms, smooth from not having to work a hard like the majority of the uruk population.

If Zukka wasn't made to be a whore, this uruk didn't know what other purpose he had to serve.

Using both of those delicate hands, Zukka grabbed the robber's cock. He pumped him hard and fast, using his tongue to pleasure his head every time his dick poked out through his fingers.

Zukka noisily slurped up precum mixed with his own saliva, moaning as his pussy began to tingle and became moist.