No

Whatever it was, the gaze was not friendly, and Vivia didn't want to draw its attention any further. Unfortunately, she already had it, and it wasn't long before she saw those eyes getting closer.

What emerged from the cave with those eyes was the hulking form of an ogre, nearly twice her height and three times as wide. She could only stare in fear as the creature approached, a mass of muscular greenish flesh clad only in a hide sarong. Intent, feral eyes glared down at her where she was tied upon the horse's back. When he came close enough, the horse lifted its head from the grass to breathe a nervous snort, and started to shy away.

The ogre didn't let it get far, though, and with one massive finger, he hooked both it and Vivia by the rope binding them together, lifting them into the air with shocking ease. The horse kicked frantically in a panic, swinging from the ogre's grasp, until the rope snapped and it fell to the ground in a scramble.

Vivia was dropped only half-way, loosing a curtailed cry as the rope caught her up short of the fallen horse. As the beast got its footing and fled, she swung from her bound limbs like a netted fish, stammering helplessly through the bit. She doubted the ogre spoke her language, but her muffled words were pleas nonetheless.

He lifted her dangling form higher, and as her swinging rotated her around she came face-to-face with the creature. He stared curiously, and she realized he was sniffing at her, even as she spun around and couldn't see his face anymore. She thought she must not have smelled very good at the moment; sweaty, surely, but as his investigatory nose came to her legs, she worried he could smell what lay between them.

She was brutally cognizant of how wet her breeches had gotten on the long ride, but had no idea what he would make of the fact. As she felt a thick finger push he legs apart, though, she heard him sniff her harder, and she was able to see, down below, his sarong lifting into a tent around what could only be his hardening ogre cock.

The finger moved between her legs to grab at her belt, tugging it free with a surprisingly deft gesture and dragging her breeches with it, her soaked panties bared as he worked the clothing down her bound legs. She panted around the bit, making futile efforts at struggling free, but as he lowered her down to his hips, she realized part of her—the part awoken during the rough ride down—actually wanted him to fuck her.

The ogre grunted as he pulled aside his sarong, **** up on his hold of the rope so Vivia was held tighter before him. She felt the thick length of his cock poke her backside as a big finger slid her panties down. She swallowed around the bit as her breathing sped up in anticipation, until finally pushed his cock against her...