She's already sensitive; her pussy is primed for pounding.

Chapter 14: Rutting

The slippery rub of her pussy lips scrape with hot, agonizing pleasure along the freshly-swollen tip of your cock. A slight breeze stirs between the crackle of the fire and the rustling of the leaves. You enter her, again, and none-too-gently.

She gasps, and your hands firmly anchor themselves to her waist as you push through her silken pussy and into the creamy core of her orcish body. You should cum, now; claim her. No, you declare to the void, to the night, to Myr. She should cum. Again, and again...

The orc slips beneath you, her body falling a slight measure as one green hand lurches to brace herself. Her breaths are ragged and torn; you slow yourself by a gentle measure, your lust-filled eyes narrowed keenly upon her muscular arms as she finally regains her purchase. Good; you redouble your efforts. She hisses beneath you as you begin to pound her gushing pussy.

Your eyes wander along her convulsing body, watching the wet shift and contraction of her shoulders as she bucks back against you. The wound on her left shoulder remains closed, glistening wit whatever treatment she gave herself. Lower, the flare of her hips rises into the swollen flesh of her ass as you clap your waist against her cheeks again and again. And again. And again. Each slippery, encircling clench around your hard shaft drives another lusty pulse through your entire body. The flesh of your cock slides so easily into her tight body. She swallows the tip, then the rest, and all again.

"Mmm-nah," the orc mumbles blissfully. She reaches back with her right hand, each finger searching for your hip, your hand?

You grip her by the wrist, pulling her arm towards you with each invigorated thrust. The orc fumbles and falls onto her injured arm, dragging you with her momentarily until you are almost hunched together. Right. Your left arm dips until the hand circles around her breast. The stiff resistance of her nipple against your palm collapses as you pull her back against gravity. A low, lusty snarl lashes hotly through the camp as you feel her core muscles engage and rise with you.

Not once has your turgid cock slipped from between her velvety folds. Not once have you disconnected. Even now as she rises with her own strength onto her knees and arches her back into your chest you continue to drive into her pussy. A strong hand finds itself sprawled across your hip, and you match it for a fleeting second before your fingers glide down along the smooth skin of her hip, slipping down her bare mound, and then cradling her throbbing clit as your cock continues to drive you both forward and then collapsing back. Your other hand pinches and rolls the stiff peak of her swollen nipple, pressing your bodies together in a vertical rhythm of grinding hips.

"Ak'horra," you snarl lustily into her ear, biting into the delicate skin of her earlobe.

"Sssssss-ahhh," she hisses back as your bodies find a pleasurable rhythm together. The hiss becomes a sigh. The sigh melts into a moan. All the while your hips are driving into one another with a hot, slick, **** pull. You pull her chest back against you with both hands, replacing her clit with the other nipple as you rock her - and let her rock you - in perfect time.

You feel you're about to cum again. The crackle of the fire and snapping of deer bones are lost beneath the steady, wonderful rhythm of your smacking hips. Her moans dissolve into a lusty, staccato rhythm as one of your hands finally lifst from her massive tit to tilt her chin towards you. Her glistening tusk glides across your cheek before you kiss her. For the first time, she is ready to kiss you back, her tongue meeting yours in a perfect duel as your lower bodies clap and slide and thrust... Her kiss falters, her moans melting further into an unintelligible whimper as she slams her hips against yours. For a brief, flashing second you feel her body go limp before it completely tenses, squeezing your cock between her wanton thighs...

Should you pull ou-

No.

You cum; so does she. She whimpers beneath you, her breath manifesting in soft, willowy puffs of air against the cold of the encroaching night. Your cock seizes, hitching within its own orgasm as if the flood won't break free. Her writhing body melts and softens against you as her joints loosen. The dam bursts - roughly - and your cock jettisons rope after rope of sticky cum into her sodden depths. Each twitch, each throb, each thrust, begs for more until it's painful, but eventually your lower clenching ceases, and so do hers. Deep down in your core you ache; you hope Ak'horra might say the same, but...

Her hands are wrapped around your hips, pressing your pulsing flesh together as if you might still be emptying yourself into her womb. Though your own climax may have weakened your thighs, your core... the strength of her back, shoulders, and waist is supporting your now-heavy chest to perfect equilibrium. You sway together as your senses return, and the heat of her sex reminds you of your shameless deed.

The sound that emerges from the orc's throat may as well be a giggle for all the mirth and joy it carries. It is she who initiates the decoupling of your bodies at the hip, then she turns to face you as you are **** to regain your balance. Her forehead presses into yours quickly, gently, as if to prop up your post-orgasmic body. Her tongue licks slowly, wetly, laterally, along your lips. As her tongue clears, your teeth sink like a viper's fangs into her lower lip.

She hisses, but the sound is bright and encouraging before it slips into a genuine smile. You don't see it; you feel it as she presses her lips back against yours in another strong, orcish kiss. As you let go, you are relieved to see her collapsing back onto the fur just as your own hips make contact. You take the moment to catch your breath, watching the crackling swirl of the night as it relaxes into a soft-brushes blur. You sigh in your contentment, and look to your mate.

She's already found her drinking gourd and is pulling the stopper. Her golden eyes glow fiercely in the firelight as she takes another swig. Your eyes are drawn to her throat as it swells with the swallowing. Your cock twitches... You watch a small, fiery trickle as it streams in a thin rivulet between her lips and the spear of a tusk at the side of her mouth. It dribbles down and splashes upon the hot green swell of her scarred breast. You want to lap it up, to bury your face in those massive...

She's holding the gourd out to you.