Bathe in the Stream

Alice and Moghra hadn't bathed in days. They were a sight to behold, their bodies marked with the evidence of a day's worth of battle, their skin smeared with a mix of sweat, dirt, and the remnants of their previous erotic encounters. They decided it was time to bathe in the stream.

As they approached the water's edge, the cool air did little to quell the heat that simmered between them. They stepped into the stream, the water lapping at their ankles, and then their calves, as they waded deeper. The chill of the water was a stark contrast to the warmth of their skin, and they both gasped as it enveloped them. As they started to bathe Alice's gaze traveled the length of Moghra's body, taking in the orc's impressive 10-inch cock, which stood semi-erect, a symbol of the power that lay dormant until roused by passion. Alice moved towards Moghra, her hands reaching out to touch the orc's strong back, her fingers tracing the contours of muscle and sinew.

"Let me wash you," Alice purred, her voice a sultry whisper that carried over the sound of the flowing water.

Moghra turned to face her, a low growl of approval rumbling in her chest. Alice's hands worked diligently, scrubbing away the grime of battle, her touch lingering on Moghra's broad shoulders and powerful arms. As Alice's hands glided over Moghra's chest, she couldn't resist the temptation to tease the orc's nipples, eliciting a groan from deep within Moghra's throat.

"Just washing you," Alice said with a mischievous grin, her fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks.

Moghra's cock twitched with interest, growing harder as Alice's hands traveled south, her fingers dancing tantalizingly close to the orc's growing erection. Alice wrapped her hand around Moghra's shaft, her grip firm yet tender as she began to stroke. The orc's breathing became ragged, her body responding to Alice's touch with an insatiable hunger.

"Enough," Moghra said, her voice thick with desire. She lifted Alice effortlessly, positioning the young woman so that her legs wrapped around Moghra's waist. With a swift, powerful motion, Moghra entered Alice, her cock thrusting deep inside the cleric's wet pussy.

Alice cried out in pleasure, her fingers digging into Moghra's shoulders as the orc fucked her with wild abandon. The water around them churned, splashing onto the banks as Moghra's hips pistoned, driving her cock in and out of Alice's welcoming heat. The Alice's magic surged, her body healing and empowering both of them with each thrust, each shared moan of ecstasy.

Moghra's climax came quickly, her cock throbbing as she filled Alice with her addictive cum. But the orc was far from finished. She lifted Alice higher, until the young woman's pussy was level with her mouth. Moghra's tongue darted out, lapping at the mixture of their fluids, her eyes rolling back in her head at the taste.

Alice's body shuddered as Moghra's skilled tongue worked its magic, her orgasm building with each flick and swirl. She ground her pussy against Moghra's face, her hips bucking as she rode the wave of pleasure. When her climax hit, it was like an explosion of pure, unadulterated bliss, her screams echoing off the surrounding trees.

After their tryst in the water Moghra put Alice down. As soon as she did Alice started washing Moghra again. "We just fucked," Moghra protested, but Alice was insistent. "Exactly, so now we need to wash again," she said, a wicked grin on her face. Moghra rolled her eyes, the dark orbs gleaming with amusement. "You're insatiable," she accused.

Alice's lithe form slid against Moghra's muscular bulk, her red hair cascading down her back as she tilted her head to expose the delicate curve of her neck. Moghra's lips found the sensitive skin there, her kisses growing more fervent as Alice's hands roamed lower, tracing the defined muscles of Moghra's abdomen.

With a fluid motion, Alice sank to her knees in the water, her soapy hands gliding over Moghra's powerful thighs. She looked up at the futanari orc, her gaze filled with lustful intent as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on Moghra's skin.

Moghra's cock twitched in response, the 10-inch member beginning to stiffen as Alice's attention moved lower. The young woman's hands were deft, her fingers wrapping around the base of Moghra's shaft, her lips parting to take in the swelling head.

"Fuck, Alice," Moghra groaned, her hands instinctively moving to tangle in Alice's hair. The sensation of Alice's mouth on her was exquisite, a warm, wet haven that seemed to draw her in deeper with each stroke.

Alice's eyes watered as she took Moghra deeper, her gag reflex protesting the intrusion even as her body sang with the pleasure of it. She could feel Moghra's arousal growing, the natural musk that clung to the orc's skin intensifying, its aphrodisiac properties weaving a spell of desire that left Alice aching for more.

"Ruining the bath again, Alice?" Moghra teased, her hands touching Alice's head lightly.

"I can't help it," Alice gasped, her body on fire with need. "I need you inside me."

Moghra's response was a growl of agreement as she reached down, lifting Alice effortlessly from the water. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dueling. Then Moghra showing a little bit of that annoyance that ruining the bath again would do turned Alice around, pressing her down almost to where her head was under water.

Alice's breath hitched as Moghra's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She could feel the heat of Moghra's cock against the cleft of her ass, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

"Do you want this, Alice?" Moghra's yelled her hand sliding between Alice's legs to find her wet and ready.

"Yes," Alice moaned, her hips arching to meet Moghra's touch. "Fuck me, Moghra. I need you inside me."

With a thrust of her hips, Moghra obliged, her cock driving into Alice's welcoming heat. The sudden fullness made Alice cry out, her fingers scrabbling against the tiles as Moghra established a relentless rhythm.

Alice almost fell over, the **** of Moghra's thrusts causing her to scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. After a minute, Alice regained her senses and began to thrust back, leaning up against Moghra. Moghra grabbed Alice's boobs, pulling her up so their heads were next to each other. They whispered dirty talk into each other's ears, their words causing their desire to spike. After a few minutes Alice was close, and Moghra could tell. Moghra started thrusting with more purpose. "Cum for me, Alice," Moghra commanded.

Alice's response was a scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. While she was still orgasming, she reached up and pinched Moghra's nipple hard. Moghra thrust forward, her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train.

As they finished they stood there for a moment, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat and sex, their bodies still intimately connected. Moghra chuckled, her hands gently caressing Alice's sides.

"Perhaps I should wash you so we can actually finish washing," she suggested, her tone light and teasing.

"Go ahead, but I'm not sure you will have any more luck ignoring my body than I did ignoring yours." Alice breathed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Moghra eased out of Alice and turned her around, their eyes locking as the orc began to wash Alice with the same care and attention to detail that Alice had shown her. But as Moghra's hands moved over Alice's body, she couldn't help but notice that something was different. Alice was warm, almost feverish, and she seemed to glow with an inner light that was irresistibly enticing.

Moghra's touches grew more sensual, her fingers lingering on Alice's breasts, her thumbs brushing over the young cleric's hardened nipples. Alice looked up at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she bit her lower lip.

"Something wrong, Moghra?" Alice asked innocently, knowing full well the effect she was having on the orc.

Moghra growled, her control slipping as the scent of Alice's arousal mixed with her own. "You're using seduction magic on me, aren't you?" she accused, though there was no real anger in her voice.

Alice just smiled, her magic pulsing through her in time with her racing heartbeat. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But you can't tell me you don't enjoy it."

With a feral grin, Moghra dropped the pretense of washing and grabbed Alice once more, her hands gripping the young cleric's ass as she lifted her effortlessly. "If you want to stay dirty and fuck, then that's what we'll do," she said, her voice thick with lust.

Moghra carried Alice to the side of the river, where the ground was soft and the grass was high. She laid Alice down and positioned herself between her legs, her cock standing at attention as she lined up with Alice's slick entrance.

With a single, powerful thrust, Moghra entered Alice, eliciting a cry of pleasure from them both. The orc's hips moved with a frenzied need, her body driven by an insatiable hunger for the woman beneath her. Alice wrapped her legs around Moghra's waist, pulling her deeper, her body arching to meet each of Moghra's thrusts.

Their kisses were wild and untamed, their tongues dueling as they tasted each other's moans and gasps. Moghra's hands roamed Alice's body, her fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake as she explored every inch of the young cleric's form.

Alice could feel the power within her growing, her magic intertwining with Moghra's as they continued to thrust. Their climax built slowly, a rising tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep them both away. Moghra's thrusts became erratic, her control shattering as she neared the edge. Alice's body tightened around Moghra's cock, her own orgasm just out of reach.

With a final, powerful thrust, Moghra tumbled over the edge, her cock pulsing as she filled Alice with her cum once more. The sensation of Moghra's release triggered Alice's own climax, her body convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy.

They lay there in the aftermath, their bodies slick with sweat and sex, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Moghra rolled onto her back, pulling Alice with her so that the young cleric was draped across her chest.

Alice looked up at Moghra, her green eyes shining with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. "I think bath time was a failure" she said, her voice soft and sated "I might be more dirty now than when we started".

Moghra chuckled, her hand coming up to stroke Alice's hair. "I suppose we'll just have to start all over again," she replied, her voice filled with a warmth that matched the heat of their passion.