"I want you to fuck me."

He looks at you in surprise. "Ramos, I will never feel a man's loving or tender touch. It will be debasement and slavery and humiliation for the rest of my life and beyond. I want to make love to you, now while we have the chance." You cast a glance over at the sleeping orcs. With the light still so gloomy, it's probably safe to assume they won't wake for a while yet. He sees your **** face and laughs, putting one hand softly to your cheek.

"You are a beautiful girl, Sabine, and I wish we could do this some other way. I wanted you back in the cave but felt the vows to my wife too strong. Now that I will never see her again I can give in, if you do not mind my broken face - and indeed if you are not too troubled by your injuries."

"I think, I think we'll have to be careful," you grit your teeth at some slight motion. "I can't really move. You'll have to do all of that!" You smile up at him, trying to block out your surroundings, your captors, the pain...

He is propped up on an elbow, still holding your hand, while his other fumbles with your belt and snakes beneath your stockings, strong fingers running through your dense thatch and slipping between your thighs. He kisses your hand as one callused finger finds your quim and parts your folds, entering you only slightly and finding slick wetness there. He slips out and up to your clit, rubbing gently and starting a spark of energy in your loins that builds quickly. Your good arm wraps around his shoulders and pulls him down towards you, while a gasping sigh escapes your parted lips. There is heat now in your chest, stomach and deep in your cunt, with Ramos' fingers deep inside, curling and probing, awakening your senses down there in a way that they have never been before.

He brings his lips to yours and you yield to his tongue, his taste is musky and calming, his beard tickles your nose but it does not deter you from keeping him locked there, your hand behind his head. His hand withdraws from your nethers and begins working the stockings down over your hips. It is fortunate that the orc cut most of your left pant leg away, as what little remains slips easily over the thick bandage. The other leg is more of a struggle but working together you manage to get it rolled down to the knee and then it comes easily. Your naked lower body gleams in the dawn and the firelight catches the red in your soft curls. You part your legs as he clambers between them, the soft clinking of the chain tether ringing out slightly as it is dragged behind him.

He needs all the strength of both arms to hold himself up, so you drop yours down and loose his belt, reaching in with slender fingers to wrap around his - my goodness - around his amazingly thick penis. It is so stiff that it's hard to free from the confines of his breeches but when you do it springs up with an eagerness that makes you chuckle.

"I wish my arm worked, so I could hold you properly," you gasp as he rests the ridge of his cock against the top of your cleft, pressing against your hooded button and stoking the fire beneath. **** to decide what to touch, you relinquish the hold on his manhood and reach up to his chest, loosing the laces at his collar and allowing a little access to his warm, strong chest. The penis between your legs slips down, head bumping again as it passes over your clit before parting the drooling lips of your cunny as it thrusts deep into you.

It's glorious. You look down and see the beautiful contrast of your skin against his; the wiry black hair mingling with your copper curls and tickling your nubbin. After his first powerful thrust, he stays there, allowing you time to adjust to the feeling of your first wholly willing penetration. He smiles down at you, grinning at your delight. You want desperately to feel his hands on your little breasts, and struggle with the fastenings that hold your jerkin closed, revealing the gown that barely hides your cleavage. He lowers himself to one elbow, arm sliding behind your good shoulder to embrace you while the other jerks down on the material, causing both pale breasts to pop out, little pink nipples alert from the cold air and the arousal. The beautiful black hand covers one mound, fingers tugging slightly on the sensitive button; he lowers his head to the other and suckles on it. With tongue and lips and fingers working to set your sensitive breasts alight, he begins to move again, fucking you slowly and firmly as you move your aching legs to wrap around his hips, drawing him into you, glorying further in your ****, beautiful union.