Testing her skills

Alice decided she wanted to test out her skills first. She asked if Moghra would spar with her again. Moghra grinned and said of course, but this time both of them would be naked. Alice looked down at Moghra's dick, and smelled Moghra's lust. She nodded with a grin. They walked over to the middle of a sun-drenched field, and prepared to fight. "Ready to feel the bite of my blade, little cleric?" Moghra's voice rumbled like distant thunder, a smirk playing on her lips as she hefted her sword.

Alice's response was a fierce grin as she unsheathed her own weapon, the steel gleaming wickedly in the sunlight. "I'm ready to show you what I've gained, Moghra. Let's see if you can keep up."

With a roar, Moghra lunged, her sword slicing through the air with lethal precision. She was much faster now that she was healed. But Alice was a blur, her movements imbued with an otherworldly grace that seemed to weave an intricate dance around the orc's attacks. It was shocking how much faster and more intuitive everything felt to Alice. This power was amazing. Each parry and dodge sent a jolt of energy through her, her magic feeding on the exhilaration of combat and the intoxicating scent of Moghra's arousal.

"Is that all you've got?" Alice taunted, her voice laced with mockery as she twirled away from another of Moghra's charges. The orc's snarl was her only answer, the musk of her skin growing stronger with her frustration.

The sparring continued, a ballet of steel and sinew that left Alice glowing with the power she had absorbed from their previous sexual encounters. She could feel it coursing through her, a heady mix of strength and agility that made her feel invincible. But Moghra was not one to be underestimated. With a growl, she dropped her sword and charged at Alice, her hands reaching out to grapple with the cleric.

Alice didn't want to slash the warriors so she decided to match Moghra hand to hand. As they grappled Alice's eyes widened as she felt the raw strength of the orc's grip. She was going to lose if she relied solely on her physical prowess. Desperation lent her focus, and she reached deep within herself, tapping into the wellspring of her magic. With a wordless cry, she unleashed a wave of energy that sent Moghra flying backward, her body landing with a thud on the soft grass.

Before the orc could recover, Alice was on her, straddling Moghra's muscular form and pinning her to the ground. "Who's the bitch now?" Alice purred, her green eyes shining with triumph.

Moghra's response was a low chuckle that rumbled through her chest. "Very well. Show me what you've got." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in a gesture that was unmistakably inviting.

Alice felt Moghra's cock harden beneath her, the heat of it pressing against her ass. The sensation sent a bolt of lust straight to her core, and she found herself grinding against the orc's length, her body moving of its own accord. She leaned down, capturing Moghra's lips in a searing kiss. The orc responded with equal passion, her tongue dueling with Alice's. Between kisses, Moghra whispered in Alice's ear, her voice a low rumble. "Take me like you deserve," she growled, her breath hot against Alice's skin.

Alice reached down, her fingers wrapping around Moghra's cock. She guided it to her entrance, her body shuddering with anticipation. She lowered herself onto it, the sensation of Moghra filling her making her gasp. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync.

Moghra's hands found Alice's hips, her fingers digging into the cleric's flesh as she matched Alice's rhythm, thrusting up to meet her with each downward stroke. Their bodies slapped together, the sound punctuating the wet, filthy noises of their coupling. Alice's breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and aching for attention.

"You feel so fucking good," Alice moaned, her head thrown back as she rode the wave of her impending orgasm. She could feel Moghra's cock hitting just the right spot inside her, sending shivers of pleasure radiating through her body.

Moghra grunted in response, her own climax building as she felt Alice's inner walls tighten around her. Alice's magic pulsed around them, a tangible **** that seemed to amplify their pleasure, weaving an intricate tapestry of ecstasy that bound them together.

Alice's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her entire body shuddering as she cried out Moghra's name. The sensation of her pussy clamping down on Moghra's cock was too much for the orc to bear, and with a roar, she came, her addictive cum flooding Alice's womb and mingling with the magic that thrummed between them.

They lay there, entwined and panting, their bodies slick with sweat and other, more intimate fluids. Alice rolled off Moghra, collapsing onto the grass beside her, but the orc was not content to let her rest just yet. With a predatory grin, Moghra rolled over, her fingers tracing a path down Alice's stomach to her still-throbbing clit.

"My turn," she growled, her eyes gleaming with lust as she bent her head to taste the mixture of their juices on Alice's skin.

Alice gasped as Moghra's tongue made contact, her body jolting with the electric sensation of the orc's mouth on her sensitive flesh. She tangled her fingers in Moghra's black hair, guiding her as she ground her pussy against the orc's face, lost in the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of the moment.

The sun beat down on them, an unseen audience to their carnal display. Alice's second orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. And when it finally broke, it was like a dam bursting within her, her cries of ecstasy echoing across the field as Moghra lapped at her, drinking in her pleasure like it was the sweetest nectar.

As the aftershocks subsided, Alice lay back, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Moghra crawled up to lie beside her, a self-satisfied smirk on her face as she wrapped an arm around Alice's waist.

"Who's the bitch now?" Moghra murmured, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet confidence.

Alice turned to look at her, her green eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and newfound respect. "I suppose we both are, in our own way," she conceded, her lips curving into a smile that was both wicked and warm.

They lay there in silence, the only sounds the gentle rustling of the wind through the grass and the steady beating of their hearts. Alice's magic pulsed gently around them, a soothing balm that eased their aches and pains, leaving them feeling refreshed and invigorated. Now they just had to figure out what to do the rest of the day.