S'ah.

Chapter 11: A Reminder

"S'ah," you sigh, defeatedly.(?) No. Delightedly.

Perhaps you thought you were ready to fade into the full moon of Myr's starlit sky and soon find yourself home. Admittedly, your orgasm was so... complete... so... all-encompassing. Rapturous. You should have known. The bright, silvery moon within the smoky sky above seems to suddenly pulse. Perhaps the red of Ak'horra's skillful flame, perhaps the white of pure bliss... What color was it? Does it really matte-

"Thane!" the orc utters forcefully, calling your loose, flitting attenti-

Her mountainous tits clap wetly over your mostly-hard cock as her back starts to arch and collapse - rise and fall - and your fading focus is forcefully ripped back to the present. His moon is still pure and... there amidst the smoky column of your mate's roaring campfire. Her hot, orcish mouth is already enveloping your throbbing cock even as you're finally adjusting to the warm swell and squeeze of her surrounding tits. Neither sensation stops. They only tighten.

Oh.

She's so intent, encircling the head, inviting, deeper... Your shaft glides between her upturned tusks as if they were guideposts, your tip flicked by then enclosed within her enveloping tongue and the back of her mouth... only to be released with a gentle heat and rapid, slurping wetness. It happens again, and again. Ah. Fuck. Stop. Be firm. Hot. No. Slurp. Fu- Wet.

That feels... incredible... you think, only now realizing that your orcish mate is pulling you from some thick, heady revery. Gazing across your body, you see her gigantic tits squishing against your hips, your cock already enmeshed within the warm, squelching, squeezing valley of her chest. Then your sensitive tip - lost lustily within her mouth as she bows down - swells as if it might cum again. You imagine filling her mouth, letting her orcish tongue taste each savory spray of your seed. You imagine her swallowing each and every drop... It excites you. But you're not ready for that... not yet... You couldn't possibly finish now. Not. Yet. You hold.

Her daring golden eyes find yours amidst her wanton slurping, and her mouth somehow becomes even wetter, slipperier, and tighter. A thick, strong tongue lashes in pure, defiant lust. Her eyes narrow playfully as she pulls your whole length out of her mouth. You watch it pop out from between her lips only to retreat tactfully back into the deep, piercing valley of her mountainous chest. She squeezes you there, fully in control.

Golden eyes gleam and crackle in the firelight. From the shadows beside you sounds the crack of a snapping bone, or twig. Your eyes, though, are glued to her mouth.

A hot syrupy, drizzle of saliva cascades down from her lips and cascades along your shaft. If nothing else, the hot display serves to lubricate the still-heaving valley of her enveloping chest. Her tits squeeze down immaculately around your hard, throbbing cock and then pull themselves upward in an agonizingly slow draw. They swell and push together, her nipples still shining with your own spit and trickles of her own as your hard, wet cock finally pops beneath them and into the cold breeze of the night air. Something is missing. Something warm and slick and...

"Ak'horra..." you growl.

"Thane?" she teases with a sharp, piercing smirk. "S'ah?" she utters, her golden eyes gazing down to the valley of her breasts as her strong fingers mash them together above your skin. Unwillingly, your hips are rising back up to meet them.

"S'ah," you growl back at her in near desperation. She doesn't laugh. Her eyes are molten and glistening as if she... Ah... Of course...

You smile; the campfire's crackling is clearer and sharper than ever. Her body's heat is bright, insistent... She hasn't... She will.

Each twin, titanic breast seems to slip separately against the sides of your newly-sensitive skin. As the length of your cock disappears between them once more you watch with focus as the orc gasps, her tongue slipping silkily, almost subconsciously, from her salivating mouth. Then your tip glides back between her welcoming lips and out again as her dripping saliva coats your long, hard length. She stoops down, dragging her tongue roughly lovingly, hotly, lashingly... against the underside of your twitching cock. Her lips enclose like a vise around swollen tip, and she lowers herself once more until you are fully sheathed in her mouth, her throat... She repeats the motion. Again she drags her lips along along the sensitive head of your cock. Your eyes meet again, and she swallows you whole.

The heat of the fire roars against your right arm; the cold, hungry dark echoes upon your left. Her mouth slides easily along your cock's throbbing tip as it emerges again between her crushing, slippery tits. You know you are about to burst, if you wish it. But you won't. You close your eyes against her onslaught. You couldn't possibly... Not yet.

Not... Yet...

"Hold," you demand. Was that out loud? But she's good. She's very good.

You are so near to bursting, but... something has changed. Your eyes open; your fingertips tingle. The space behind your eyes is buzzing and warm. You are... strangely focused. The rhythm at your hips is mesmerizing, the sight beyond lovely, but you feel, momentarily, detached. She doesn't stop.

"Thane?" you hear above you. The slick pressure of her mouth on your cock has receded. How long ago? The moon and stars spin for but a moment. A cool breeze wafts across the towering length of your abandoned cock. You long for something warm and wet... But weren't you just...?

"Ak'horra?" you ask, as if in a dream. How much time has passed? Did you-

"S'ah?"

"S'ah," you mutter, unthinkingly.

A fierce, feral growl sounds above you. It is, perhaps, a warning... She lowers her hips, suddenly impaling her molten pussy upon your cold, longing cock as you simultaneously find your wrists pinned above your head...