Hunt for food

Alice decided to hunt. As she prepared putting on her tunic and equipping her bow and arrow Moghra watched with a smirk, her black hair a stark contrast to Alice's vibrant mane. "What are you doing, little cleric?" she asked, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the primal energy of the woods.

Alice glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Getting ready to hunt," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion.

Moghra stepped forward, her naked form glorious in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy. "Orcs hunt naked," she stated matter-of-factly, her small tusks catching the light as she spoke. "And I want you that way too."

Alice hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting over Moghra's muscular body, the sight of the futanari orc's semi-erect cock making her heart race. She let her tunic fall to the ground, revealing her own lithe frame, her breasts pert and nipples already hardening in the cool air.

Together, they set off into the forest, their steps light and their senses attuned to the world around them. They found the tracks of a deer, the prints fresh in the soft earth, and began to follow them with the silent patience of seasoned hunters.

The tracks led them to a clearing, where the sunlight bathed everything in a golden glow. Alice and Moghra pressed themselves against a wide oak, their bodies hidden but intimately close. Moghra's cock, now fully hard, rested against the curve of Alice's buttocks, a silent testament to the orc's arousal.

A doe stepped into the clearing, its large eyes scanning the area for danger. Alice's breath caught in her throat, her own arousal growing as she felt Moghra's warmth against her. In an effort to remain concealed, they pushed closer together, Moghra's cock sliding against Alice's wet folds.

The contact was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. Alice couldn't help but rub back against Moghra, her body betraying her desire to stay focused on the hunt. Moghra's musk, already potent, grew stronger, enveloping them in a cloud of intoxicating scent.

"Stop," Moghra whispered urgently, her hands gripping Alice's hips in an attempt to still her movements. "We need to hunt."

But Alice was beyond reason, lost in the fog of lust that Moghra's scent and proximity had woven around her. With a defiant glance over her shoulder, she reached between her legs and guided Moghra's cock to her entrance.

Moghra's self-control snapped at the feeling of Alice's tight, wet heat enveloping her. She thrust upwards, burying herself to the hilt as Alice stifled a moan. They began to move together, the rhythm slow and deliberate in an effort to remain undetected.

Alice's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she rode Moghra's cock, her hands braced against the rough bark of the tree. She reached behind her, her fingers finding Moghra's nipples, and pinched them gently.

The orc's control shattered, and a low moan escaped her lips. The sound was enough to startle the doe, which bounded away into the underbrush, its white tail a flickering beacon of their failed hunt.

Moghra's eyes flashed with irritation, but the sight of Alice, impaled on her cock and looking back at her with a mix of guilt and lust, fanned the flames of her desire. Without a word, she took Alice shoved her against the tree, face first.

Alice's gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as Moghra's hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto her cock with bruising ****. The rough bark of the tree scratched at Alice's skin, but the pain only served to heighten her arousal.

"You're a bad girl, Alice," Moghra growled in her ear, her tusks grazing the sensitive skin of Alice's neck. "Distracting us from the hunt."

Alice could only nod, her face pressed against the tree as Moghra fucked her with wild abandon. "I'm sorry," she panted, her voice laced with insincerity. "I'm just a little slut who can't help herself."

Moghra's response was a harsh laugh, her hands moving to grip Alice's shoulders as she drove into her with increasing intensity. "Take it, then," she snarled. "Take my cock like the little slut you are."

Alice's orgasm built within her, a rising tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away. "Fill me up," she begged, her voice ragged with need. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Moghra obliged, her cock pulsing as she flooded Alice's pussy with her addictive cum. The sensation of being filled so completely pushed Alice over the edge, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed through her, her magic flaring to life and healing the scratches on her body.

They remained locked together for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, before Moghra finally slipped out of Alice and stepped back. Alice turned to face her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That was incredible," Alice murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke Moghra's still-hard cock. "But we really should have caught something for food."

Moghra chuckled, her own smile mirroring Alice's. "There's always next time," she said, her eyes gleaming with promise.