Move your hips back

Something somewhere tells you that the right move is to give this creature access to what it craves. Limited access. Praying to the goddess that your head is not so drunk with lust as to be entirely untrustworthy, you grit your teeth and scoot your knees and hips backward toward it. Immediately the long slick tongue wiggles its way deep into the sensitive swollen folds of your body. You let out a long helpless groan as you are devoured by the questing mouth, it's muzzle pressing against your tender mound. The pleasure rises within you.. blinding you to everything but the sensation of the orc's mouth against you, it's tusks grazing your flesh, his breath against your thighs and bottom as it drinks deep of your nectar. You tremble helplessly with every graze across the erect nub of your clitoris, the sensations driving you wild. Your desperation for release grows and you feel the magic within you building too, working to counteract and frustrate the the mini orgasms your body is trying to produce. You growl in frustration, and feel it echoed as the Orc vents its own frustrations. Its swollen head is twitching and dripping with precum, aching to enter you.

In a frenzy it finally stops flexing its tongue within you, and scrapes it's fangs across your round cheeks. It's desperation increases with every lap at the oil amply coating your skin. You panic briefly as he nuzzles deeper into the valley of your behind, bumping across the tiny pucker there. You both howl as it dives between your cheeks, working at you in ways your have never dreamed of, and yet the sensations are incredible. Your wetness would be embarrassing if you cared about anything beyond the intense feeling of the tongue flicking deeper and deeper beyond your tight ring.

Light flares within and without, a heat at your chest as the ring there counters your pleasure and a powerful orgasm is muted and dispersed within you, though the hungrily frantic motion of the Orc never hesitates in it's questing. Your frustration wells out as a bitten off whimper in your throat. Suddenly it’s less and less about your body now and more about the oil gathered between your cheeks which Alina applied so carefully. Apparently its powerful effect is equally potent on the orc. The bars suddenly groan louder than either of you, and finally you have an idea. Fighting your instinct to lose yourself in fruitlessly pursuing delirious pleasure, you **** yourself to pull away, sliding gradually up along the bench. The grunts of the Orc rise and strain as he can’t reach as deep and then can only lap against the outside of your sex, something which makes your body quake and tremble.. but you hold firm. The semi addictive properties of the oil he has devoured have him craving both it and your trapped body beyond all reason. His huge muscles bulge as he drives himself at the cage in a frenzy. Every other orc in the pack howls at the same time as pheromones flow, adding their own rage to the battering the structure is taking.

Somewhere beyond the circles of torchlight which light the scene another harsher light comes on, and something is flashing on and off. It seems the floating orb’s attention is moved from just you and the orc to take in the entire scene. Someone is worried. And rightly so as it turns out..

With an ear shredding screech, the bars between you and the orc shift, the bases losing their purchase in whatever foundation they have. Immediately the monstrous form stops pushing and starts pulling, and the entire cage begins to deform and collapse. You grit yourself teeth as the jagged metal twists toward you, shards of it scattering across the ground not far from your naked form. There are shouts now amongst the chaos, human ones, as the try to shift the mass of orcs to intervene. But the chaotic ranks are thick and lashing out in response at anything within range. It’s an even bet whether they will use their fists or their erections should a victim fall to them.

Abruptly your attention is urgently focussed on your own orcish tormentor, who is systematically destroying the barriers in his way as if the metal bars are so many saplings to be bent apart. Your brain wonders idily how it might feel to have that huge member try to work its way into your highly aroused body. You shiver at the thought. Finally however your musings are broken as the cage is heaved up and away from the floor, ripping at both the track you are on and the surface beneath it. The world tilts and shudders beneath you as your bench is spilled over and your slender frame wrenches against the bonds. Fortunately as the machinery beneath you is damaged by the fall and then further by the wildly flailing Orc, you feel the metal bands loosen. Quick as a flash you rip your lower foot free and then the other, bracing your legs against the supports. With a savage heave of your lithe muscles you prise up the loosen wrist fastenings and you are free. Wonderfully miraculously free. Naked in a collapsing cage surrounded by homicidally amorous orcs, guards, and some kind of unknown tunnel network, in enemy territory. Still, one thing at a time…