No. It's her turn.

Chapter 12: Hold!

The ease with-which her lower lips encircle and grip your cock is almost surprising enough to inspire another orgasm by itself, but you were girded against such raw, sudden pleasure. Hah... Still, this quick, liquid slide is one of the greatest raw sensations you've ever experienced. Though you've already lost count of how many times your bodies have coupled like this, the slow, constricting suction pulls your aching flesh upwards, then the warm, sheathing depths enfold and swallow. You know already that the hard descent is going to feel just as tight, pulling, vacuous... Fuck... It does. But the stars don't change. Nor does the moon. They are still, calm, focused...

Ak'horra is gasping with her every motion, drawing more air out of your own lungs in turn as you both seem to focus on the friction between you... The buzzing within your skull makes it clear. You haven't forgotten She hasn't yet. She will. Her own cries of pleasure hold you to your oath, spoken or otherwise. You've endured far, far worse in the heat of battle, and that was pain, not pleasure. You want to cum already, but you won't. You won't.

Your cock should be intensely tight, ready to explode, but you won't recognize it. You are calm. Your breaths are deep and mellow, as if what's happening to you is happening to someone else. A slow(?) slippery sensation numbly nudges your mind. Is that what you really-

Her massive tits dangle and bounce above your swirling vision, her dark, pebbled nipples taunting your lips as each cyclical motion of her pounding hips invigorates you with her own central ****. You want to- The clasping pressure on your wrists - your cock - keeps you focused on her pretty face as it bobs above you, her pendulous breasts, her smooth, lusty pussy as it swallows you again and agai-

"Hold," you whisper, closing your eyes against the endlessly tempting sights, but you still feel every rough, purposeful slam of her hips into yours. The sugary walls of her pussy squeeze and lubricate the entire length of your cock as it swells and twitches and thrusts inside of her. In that moment you notice her golden eyes roll back...

The orc moans obliviously above you, her deep voice resonant and sonorous as she's about to cum. Fuck. Your mind focuses fiercely upon each faint, firelit glimmer of her smooth mound as her teasing pussy lips wrap back down around your cock and squeeze, as if to suck you dry. You could breed her... What? Again? A centering breath fills you. Heh...

The moon... Yes. You focus on the moon. Her naked, sweaty green hips slap against your pelvis, your cock disappearing easily into her tight, slippery depths. Each collapse of your hips is a warm, silky, crushing...

The moon... Her pussy... The moon! The perfect circle is clear and brilliant despite the still-rising smoke, despite the now-frantic humps of her naked hips as they drive your back painfully into the rough animal furs and the unforgiving ground beneath you. Myr's power is warm, but indifferent to the raw pleasures of the flesh. Remember.

The faint taste of venison in your mouth; the muffled sounds of a still-feasting Smilodon in the forest beyond; the sharply-increasing gasps of the orc maiden above your naked, thrusting cock... The clarity is suddenly blinding, as if the full circle of His moon has tripled in size. The stars are twinkling in perfect unison. Ak'horra's pussy is blissfully near to clenching around your own turgid flesh. Give that moment to her.

You thrust harder. You smack your hand appreciatively against the bouncing flesh of her bare, green ass as it falls and crushes your cock into her core once again. Your other hand crushes her scarred right breast and grinds her nipple into your calloused palm between urgent thrusts of your grinding hips. She tries to breathe and falters. She fails, gasping.

"Ah," you moan. She whimpers. You smack her ass again.

Your eyes meet. The orc clenches, squeezing desperately, as if trying not to let you slip from her depths, as if to hold you within her wildly bucking hips. She lowers herself, keeping her crotch against yours, grinding in tight, slippery circles. Her throaty voice hitches as she impales herself once more. You reach for her heavy, swaying tits, pinching her scarred nipples between your thumb and forefingers and rolling each with sweet, sharp twists. Then you thrust yourself hard into her wanton pussy in a fast, relentless rhythm.

She cums. She screams. The fire beside your intimately coupled bodies roars.

But you don't want to stop.