Pull the strings.

Chapter 6: The Game

Through the admittedly luscious distractions, your fingers have already eased their way down to the upper flare of the orc's wide, warm hips. In a brief, sudden flash of inspiration you lean in once more and bite down possessively on her lush lower lip,. As the orc gasps - minimally, you notice - your already-roaming fingers take ownership of the thin strings maintaining her lower leathers, and you pull the knots completely apart in one deft, delicate motion. A low, seductive gurgle sounds beneath your lips as you feel her bottoms come undone. She is completely exposed now, as are you. It feels like a victory.

Before you can look down to enjoy the treasured result of your maneuver, the orc presses her face back against yours. It is not quite a kiss, even by her standards, but it feels intimate nonetheless. Perhaps she knew your teeth would instinctively let go of her lips, or perhaps she was daring you to bite down even harder. Regardless, your paladin nature has already reflexively let go, and only when your common sense trickles back to the fore do you remember you're seducing an orc.

As if in punishment of your realization, she victoriously runs her tongue back up the center of your lips and flicks it briefly against the tip of your nose. Then one, strong hand presses sharply against your chest, forcing you to reel backwards for the slightest of moments as you watch her step deeper into the bathing pool, away from you. She takes another long pull from her gourd as her swaying hips carry her out your reach. Her empty hand lifts from her side, one long, green finger upraised then curling in invitation, daring you to follow her deeper into the water.

You've already decided this is what you want; if she thinks she can tease or tempt you into further foolery she is mistaken. Your stomach is hot from the strong, orcish brew, and your loins are set to burning even hotter as you watch her shapely, naked ass sway back and forth with each step she takes into your god's holy pool. A faint, warm buzz envelops the inside of your head.

"Hold!" you demand.

Whether it surprises you or not at this point, she obeys. She tosses her hair back over her left shoulder, one eye watching you curiously above an obvious challenge of a grin. You follow her, powerfully, demandingly. Once more she drinks from her fiery gourd, then tosses it back at you. Ah... Of course, but it was still seemingly a game to her. She remains still as you catch the tossed item, and she grins as you raise it to your lips one last time, remembering the fiery kiss you shared. That was enough. Indelicately, you drop the gourd amongst the stones behind you and begin your pursuit.

Every step you take is matched by her own movements deeper into the pool. You watch the taut rolling of her shoulders, her asymmetrical cascade of hair, the small of her muscled back, and her thick, wide hips as they disappear beneath the gently-tossing surface of the water. Then she ducks and dives her voluptuous body into the depths of Myr's cleansing pool. Even through the turbulent ripples of the pool's surface you see her naked ass and legs kicking their way towards the falls. You laugh, once, quietly, to yourself, and propel yourself into the pool behind her. It may be a game, but it already had a conclusion.

She is already passing under the chaotic swirling of the falls when you finally catch her, but you know she was never really trying to escape. She emerges from beneath the surface with only a slight gasp and a tossing of her hair. But you are merely a moment behind her, and as she tauntingly looks back over her shoulder you can't help but notice how her eyes widen in quick, pleasant surprise. Then you are upon her, and your pan is in motion...