It might be risky, but her ass...

Chapter 14: The End of the End

Her ass has tempted you for so long, and now it's there in full, splayed splendor. Her green skin is tight and glistening with sweat, reflecting the dancing light of her still-roaring campfire. You notice the slight, post-orgasmic tremble of her body as she shudders from shoulder to waist and back again. The hitch in her breath is encouraging... You stride behind her, ready to warm her again.

"S'ah?" you ask, your encroaching knees driving her own just far enough apart for you to line up and-

You don't wait for an answer. Your still-slippery cock drags slowly along her pussy lips for a bit of extra lubrication, then presses adamantly against the resistant ring of her rear entrance until you feel the quick, pliant release of tension and hear the high, wavering gasp of its owner's fluttering breaths. One brief, mesmerizing moment is all it takes before your hips clap back against her orcish cheeks. Then you begin your thrusting rhythm in earnest. Your eyes close against the tight heat of her.

She groans and gasps; you feel her own senses scrambling to acclimate as her fearsome hands rake and claw against the outer limits of the outstretched furs beneath your coupling bodies. The exceedingly tight ring of her ass seems to swallow you so warmly, so willingly, so enthusiastically, that you almost lose yourself again and again with each slick, subsequent thrust. Myr's own once-full moon is completely lost beneath the frantic thrusting of your hips.

Her tits scrape against the fur; she presses herself back against you. She starts matching your thrusts. At first you welcome it, lost in lust as if your mate was human, elvish, or... but you are reminded - painfully - that you're rutting an orc. Each compressing **** lands against your lower body like a kick to the lower abdomen. You hear a sharp, tell-tale crack, then you hunch forward and drive your hips back into her body.

A seemingly pleasurable hiss sounds from beneath you. The campfire roars and crackles beside your hot, thrusting bodies. The deep forest is eerily silent, or maybe you notice nothing but her moans, your sharp, focusing breaths, and the snap-crackle of the burning wood. Everything lurches and spins as if you've been... Of course; you have been. There is a tunnel within your vision. Beneath you is the taut, womanly form of a devilishly sexy orc maiden. She leans into you - hard - you slap yourself back into her even harder. A low but rising pressure surges at the base of your cock as it plunges into her again. And again. Ah.

Suddenly the building tension at the base of your cock is ready to end this wild dream. The orc's subtly heaving shoulders are now firmly braced upon her palms, which dig fiercely into both the fur and soil beneath you both. Some low, animalistic growl echoes amongst the sudden rush of the night breeze. Perhaps it was Ak'horra; perhaps it was you or some other animal within the night's curtain cast by the circle of your fire. It falls and fades, throbs and recedes, amidst the roaring, adamant rustle of the tossing leaves overhead. But the heat, pressure, tension, and lust building within your core is at a breaking point. You should let it break; let it burst.

It could have been a silencing moment; something calming... soothing... perhaps. But you are too frantic with the slippery urges leading you to fill this orc's ass with your seed.

And that's exactly what you do.

Your cock twitches, then pulses and surges again. It's even more dazzling now than it was when you were within her warm, welcoming pussy. But the sudden, unbidden thought of filling her orcish ass makes you stumble and forget yourself. All your fumbling mind can picture is each sodden burst of cum as it fills Ak'horra's tight, uplifted ring. For dramatic effect, you pull out at what you think is the penultimate moment, so you can spray those last few spurts against her outstretched, eager curves. The throbs are there, and the clenching down near your hips, but there is nothing liquid to show for it. You sigh, your mind warm and tingling as if heavy from drink.

At last your blurring, firelit gaze notices Ak'horra's golden glare as she tosses it back over her shoulder. Her dark, oaken hair cascades over the opposite shoulder like a silken waterfall. She is beautiful... She...

"S'ah," she sighs, almost... disappointedly? Her hips pull away from your own as you feel yourself soften and slip out of her. Her eyelids close completely, then reopen halfway beneath furrowed brows. "S'ah..." she mutters.

You decouple; you separate and shift upon the outstretched animal furs until it seems you're both in opposite corners. The quick crack-snap of a deer bone being broken beneath powerful jaws awakens your awareness. The sounds of animal-feasting resumes as you finally center your swirling thoughts and focus upon the orc beauty opposite you.

She smirks, knowingly, but not - you notice - appreciatively. Her dark skin glistens with the sweat of your shared exertions; you remember her orgasm, and both of yours. And her steely gaze falls bemusedly upon your face.

"Tsk," she sounds. She chuckles. Her thick arms stretch towards the fire to reclaim some discarded strap of leather, then another.

"Ak'horra?" you ponder aloud as her swift motions reposition and tie each bit of strappy leather that had once been removed.

Finally she stands above you as she once did following your second bath. Her tits and crotch perfectly framed by tight, form-fitting leather. Her golden eyes sparkle mischievously in the light of your shared fire, but it's clear by her movements you won't be sharing it much longer.

"S'ah, s'ah," she sighs, turning and lifting the haft of her freshly-fashioned spear. Two long green fingers from her other hand rise and press themselves between her lips amidst a noisy smack. She extends the digits out to you with a wink as one of side of her mouth curls. You are too tired, too blissed, to confused(?) to follow her.

"Hahh," she breathes warmly, and you feel the pleasure in it. "Men."

The orc turns away from you, her thick hourglass figure radiant in the firelight. Her beautiful skin is scintillating and radiant in the shifting light surrounding you. You sigh. A gentle trickle of laughter then falls suddenly from your lips. Her head turns over her shoulder one last time. Her golden eyes are gleaming, the corner of her mouth curled and sharp beneath the returning moonlight.

"K'ron," she commands, striding confidently into the shadowy curtain of the forest. The rustling sounds of a mighty beast stir within the darkness beside you. The susurrous of scraping leaves continues, hitching with rhythmic regularity as the orc dims, then fades, from your pulsing sight.

When at last she is no longer visible, when at last the plodding footsteps of her Smilodon fade amidst the rustling leaves... you collapse onto the cloak of fur she left beneath you.

"Ak'horra," you breathe into the chilling air of the night, watching the moon and stars as they shift and fade behind the rising smoke of a mighty bonfire.

"Myr-be-praised," you mutter, wondering if you need another bath.

You've certainly reached a thought-provoking, if not utterly satisfying...

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