Saskia Rides Him

“Now you ride me,” the orc demanded, gripping a handful of her hair and pulling her up harshly.

Saskia allowed him to pull her up, feeling a rush of panic and anticipation.

The potion had heightened her senses, and she could feel every ripple and texture of his skin against hers. The pussy was dripping wet, and the orc’s cock was lubed nicely with her saliva. She quickly slid her panties down, stepping out of them.

Her body trembled as she positioned herself over him, his monstrous cock pointing upwards, a challenge that she was eager to accept, despite it looking big enough to split her in half. She lowered herself onto him, feeling the resistance as he stretched her entrance. The potion had given her an opening that she never thought possible, but the pain still registered, a reminder that there were limits to its magic.

Slowly, she eased onto him, her hips gradually enveloping his cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She felt the piercing head stretching her, and then a sudden release as his thickness filled her completely. She seemed to slide down it forever, but was still nowhere near the base of the huge thing.

She gasped as he filled her, the potion amplifying her pleasure to the point of pain.

The orc growled, his hands guiding her hips as he thrust upward, impaling her on his cock.

The orc's hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him. She moved in a fluid motion, her hips undulating rhythmically, matching the beat of the music that filled the room outside.

Their bodies collided, their movements filled with pleasure and pain. As she rode him, she felt the potion's magic coursing through her, heightening every sensation.

The orc's cock slid in and out of her, each thrust like an explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. His yellow eyes looked into hers, and she could see the primal hunger that had been unleashed by the potion.

Saskia was lost in the moment, her body moving in sync with his, her pussy feeling like it was on fire as the massive cock stretched her to her limits. She knew that she was taking a risk, that this was the most daring thing she'd ever done, but the potion's magic coursing through her veins made her feel invincible.

The music played on, and the room spun around them. Their bodies moved in harmony, their sweating skin slapping against each other's; he was so filthy and sticky, but it only heightened the pleasure she felt. The scent of their lust filled the air, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and the slight bitterness of the potion.

Her body responded to his movements, hips riding him in a smooth, synchronized dance. She could feel every ripple and texture on his skin, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her every movement. It was as if they were one, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The potion made her feel so much more than usual, and she could feel every thrust, every effort he put into pleasing her. The more he moved inside her, the hotter and wetter she felt, the more she wanted to feel him even deeper.

As the music played, their movements became more urgent, more frenzied. The potion had taken over, and their desire for each other was almost palpable. They were lost in a world of their own, their bodies moving as if possessed.

Their movements became more intense, their breaths ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.

Saskia could hear the orc's heavy breathing, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her, the wet slapping sound as their bodies came together. It was a symphony of pleasure, a cacophony of desire, and she was dominating it.

Her hips bucked, meeting him with even more ****, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him. She could feel the orc's cock deep inside her, stretching her to her limits, and she wanted more. She wanted to take him deeper, to feel him fill her completely.

The orc's fierce eyes looked into hers, burning with desire, with lust. His hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her down onto him, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a wet, slapping sound.

Saskia felt as if her body was on fire, the magic making every sensation more intense. The orgasm built inside her like a storm, the intensity almost too much to bear. But she craved that release, that moment of pure ecstasy that would wash over her and make all the pain and the discomfort worth it.

Their movements became more frantic, their bodies slapping together with a wet, flesh-on-flesh sound. The room was alive with the scent of their lust and the potion's bitter tang.

Their eyes locked, as if they both knew that this moment, this orgasm that was about to happen, was the culmination of everything they'd been through together.

Then he slid her up, until his cock was out of her. He pushed her back to her knees, and began to jerk off.

Saskia watched him in awe, his monstrous cock throbbing and pulsing in his hand. She could see the veins, the texture, the sheer enormity of it in the dim light, and she felt a strange, almost primal urge to taste him again, to feel him inside her once more.

Her eyes met his, and she saw the hunger there, the raw need for release. She sensed his approval, a sense of triumph that he had managed to conquer her defences, to make her want him so badly.

The music swelled around them, reaching a crescendo, and Saskia felt her body respond, her own desire rising, threatening to consume her. She could feel the potion coursing through her veins, making her body more sensitive, making her crave the satisfaction that only the orc could give her.

She reached out, taking his cock in her hand, marvelling at the heat of arousal the potion had given her. It was so thick, she couldn’t even get her hand the whole way around it.

The orc's yellow eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the primal urgency in them. She knew that this was the moment when he would release his seed, and she wanted to take it.

The potion had heightened her senses, and she could feel the heat building in his balls, the tension in his muscles. She knew that he was about to explode.

Her hand moved up and down his shaft, and she felt the pulsating head of his cock twitching in her tight grip. She was acutely aware of every sensation, every vein, every bead of sweat that he produced. She moved faster, her rhythm syncing with the music playing in the room.

The orc's eyes rolled back; his face contorted in pleasure. He was losing control, and Saskia could see it. She wanted him to let go, to release the flood of his cum into her waiting mouth.

Suddenly, the orc's cock erupted with a fury, shooting his hot cum and filling her mouth as she took its head in it. She could taste the saltiness of his seed, the bitterness of the potion, and the overwhelming intensity of his lust. Despite the potion, the cum was as disgusting as ever, and she closed her eyes tight as it filled her mouth, retching as she gulped it down, trying not to focus on the thick globs of it that stuck to her tongue.

She swallowed it all, every drop, **** for more despite the foul taste.

The orc's body convulsed with pleasure; his yellow eyes locked onto Saskia's.

With a final, satisfied swallow, she cradled his cock in her hand, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.