He needs to worship her properly

Quivering in fear and arousal, Tom didn't know what his punishment was going to be, but he was ready for it.

He hoped.

"To start with, get back in there!" She shoved his head back into her cleavage, surrounding his head with her tits. "Now, you're going to worship my glorious body the way you should. To start with, inhale for me, through your nose, as hard as you can." It was a command, and one that Tom couldn't even think of disobeying.

Bracing himself, he took a deep breath exactly as requested, and his nose burned from the sheer power of the smell that hit him. The workout had left Sarah's body rank with body odor, intensified by her new inhuman heritage as an orc. It was musky and salty and thick enough to leave his head in a daze. "D-done," he mumbled, face still buried in her boobs.

She laughed at him. "Good job. Now, tell me what you thought of it."

Sarah clearly had an answer in mind that she wanted from him, but Tom had no clue entirely as to what it would be. So he just said the first thing his brain could think of, scared of what would happen if he answered wrong. "You s-smell, honey. So strong. I've experienced anything like it before and it's overpowering my senses." Every word was true.

"Fantastic. It's overpowering you because everything about me is stronger than you, or any other human. I'm surprised you're even awake. Now, my tits are covered in sweat. I don't mind, but I think it's a shame to let all of it go to waste. Lick them clean, you horny fucking human." With every word, Sarah sounded as though she was relishing what she was, indulging in it like it was the most fantastic thing in the universe. Maybe it was, Tom wasn't an orc.

Still, the request made him pause. A pause which Sarah reacted to by grabbing and forcefully squeezing his butt. He opened his mouth to cry out, and in the process his tongue did exactly as she wanted, collecting a few beads of her sweat. She tasted the some way she smelt, and while Tom wasn't about to gag, he was struggling with the idea of just how much of this he was going to have to lick up to make her happy. Disobedience wasn't option, though, and so he started.

It surprised him how horny this was. Regardless of the flavor of her, which was so strong enough that his tongue started to go numb, he was still licking her breasts, and they were larger and firmer than they'd ever been before. The entire time, even when he licked the sweat off her nipples, Sarah didn't react, except with the occasional pleased growl of satisfaction.

Finally, he finished, and he looked up into her dark eyes and told her, "I f-finished, mistress." She grinned at that title, and before she could ask, he decided to share what he knew she would ask for next. "My human tongue could barely handle the task, it isn't worthy to touch breasts so magnificent as yours, nor capable enough to comprehend the profile of your flavor."

That answer seemed to truly please her. One of her hands reached down to grip his cock, hard. He moaned without thinking, and she laughed at him. "That was a good start, but you're not done yet."