Ooooooooooooh

Between the slapping, berating, and the presence of a finger up her ass, Zara’s grasp on reality was hanging by a thread dangled over a candle. Oh. And she was cumming her brains out. She was all gibberish and mumbling and trying to keep her eyes straight, the key word being trying. Nine inches of futa Orc cock as thick as a soda-can will do that to you. If she wasn’t dedicating her two remaining non-fucked out of their own mind brain cells to trying to at least gain the upper hand in this power struggle, she’d wonder why they weren’t beset by some predator looking for an easy meal.

With both of her lower holes servicing her Orcish lover, she tried her best to incant some type of Charm to get her womb renovation specialist to finally spill her load. She was running low on will power and this very well might be her last chance before she lost herself in her own pleasure.

“My d-dear knight- oh fuck-, you seem to speak a good game, but for all your bluster-gah!-, I’m still not pregnant.” She laced the challenge with as much magic as she could.

‘Oh gods I cant take much more, let this bitch fill me up already.’ It was a prayer she hoped that something was listening to.

(Nat 20 on Charm Person check, we’ll see how this pans out for her)