No

You hold on as long as you can. Maybe for pride or just cause you like to give pleasure to your partners, you resist the urge to cum.

The greenskin grabs your head and starts guiding your movements at a faster pace. The same pace as the spasms of his cock.

You add your own last to the mix, teasing his manhood with your tongue. Also, everytime he pulls his rod out, you kiss the tip, looking him in his eyes. You can clearly feel a shiver in his body everytime you do it.

His pace increases.

“Ghhh… this is better than that time that an elven prince gave me his ass... I fill like… ghhhh…” The greenskin opens his eyes wide and looks into yours. “Fuck! CUMMING!!!!”

A geyser of warm, thick sperm is shot inside your throat: you must swallow everything, taking in your stomach all the load.

The orc sits on the floor and pats your back. He points at his dick.

“Dang! look at it: Doomhammer hasn't been that drained in ages!”

"Do you really call your dick "Doomhammer"?"

"And how the hell am I suppose to call it? "Frostmourne" He giggles. “You know what? That was fun: I am Gmor, by the way”

He offers you his hand. His mouth is opened in a sincere smile. After an instant of doubt, you grab his hand and shake it.

“You can go if you want, human. Or… you… well, you can stay a little more with me. I could use a companion like you in these tunnels"

You clean your lips.

"For sex or for fighting?"

"Why not both?"