Her ass is incredible; it's worth a little risk...

Chapter 11: Myr's Moon

You boldly bring the tip of your cock to her tight, rear entrance. Each breath is steadied as if in slow motion within your mind as you press your manhood gingerly against her supple body. The mind knows she has the natural means to end this - violently - if the advance is unwanted. Still, if it is unwanted, the orc shows no sign of it, bracing herself firmly against the rock with both hands... She does not protest.

"Sa-aahh?" your orcish partner begins, but her voice stretches and rises in pitch as your tip warmly pierces her only-slightly-resistant little ring. "G'ahh!" she cries, but it is equal parts pain and pleasure. You ease the rest of your length into her snug hole as slowly as seems reasonable, using the gentle softening of her sighs as a gage. Both of her arms circle searching back to your hips, and for one moment it's as if she's going to pull you the rest of the way in. You beat her to the punch.

"Fu'uuaa-!" she moans wantonly. "Ha'hh."

This orc could turn and rip out your throat. She could twist both of the wrists latched onto her hips into splinters of bone, sinew, and shredded muscle. But she welcomes you inside her body; she holds you there as her fingers finally find purpose in your flesh.

"Myr-be-praised," you sigh as the bottom of your cock sheathes itself fully inside of her ass. As if in doubt (victory?), you keep it there for a moment, daring the orc woman to overpower you. But instead of a snarl, instead of a low, resentful growl, the melodic sound you hear beneath you - beneath even the crashing falls - sounds like laughter.

"S'ah," she finally sighs. Deft, orcish fingers are tightening painfully around your hips.

You know what to do, sliding your throbbing cock - slowly - back out of her voluptuous body. Then, thrusting hard again as you refill her, you bring one, flat palm heavily against the orc's tight green ass. You watch the slight, rippling jiggle before she tightens herself even further around you. Her flesh squeezes pleasantly, but the movement of your thrusting cock is hindered only briefly by the clenching of her lower body. Again you draw back, and even that is slowed by her rhythmic clenching, but the subsequent returning thrust is looser and easier. Again. She sighs. Again. She laughs. Again. She moans. Again.

You want to cum. (?)

By now your cock is slipping back and forth into the warm, tight, enveloping heat of the orc's most fathomless depths. Beneath you sounds a repeated, guttural rasp of pleasure as you draw your cock out of her then slam it back in as far as she can physically take you.

The roar of the falls surrounds you, then fades to a gentle whisper. Your cock tightens and swells, ready to burst within this warrior-woman's full, round ass. In your mind she is already an embodiment of His full moon. Of course... could this be Myr's own desire? Her full, green ass tilts... No, that's your vision... You breathe... uncertain...

Would she even let you cum inside of her like this? At this point, would she have a choice?