She is yours; pleasure can be gentle, but need it be?

Chapter 7: Beneath the Falls

You were always a strong swimmer, and it's no surprise to you that you caught up to her so easily. Still, it seems a little surprising to her, even if it doesn't seem unwelcome. A feminine laugh bursts from beneath you as your form emerges from the water, and your strong arms envelop her from behind. A low, playful growl sounds from within your grasp.

Your already-hard cock juts against the small of her back as you pull her into your chest, your hands gripping her massive tits with advantage. Her nipples glide wetly against your palms, the prominent line of her scar all but unnoticeable against your probing fingertips. Your lips latch onto the side of her neck, teeth scraping firmly into the flesh.

Throaty chuckles turn to smoldering moans, her own hands rising up to join yours and guide you over her hot, soaked body. One hand slides lower down her muscular stomach, and for one tantalizing moment your fingertips glide along the smooth mound of her uncovered pussy. Then something vice-like has hold of your wrist, and every muscle on on the orc's back tenses. The moans beneath you turn to a mischievous snarl as the woman suddenly ducks and rolls forward with you, tossing you effortlessly over her shoulder as she dips back beneath the roiling surface of the waterfall's basin. You are both pummeled by the **** of Myr's waters as your naked bodies writhe, coil, sink, and then kick off the shallow floor back towards the surface.

In the brief madness of the churning shallows you lose your control, but when you finally rise again behind the waterfall, your orc companion is standing tall and ready... But she's not out of reach. By luck or providence your dominant hand is already reaching beneath the waves. The orc's playful smile turns to pleasurable surprise as your fingers and palm slip down the short, completely smooth distance between her belly, mound, and vulva. Two fingers penetrate her depths as your mouth closes itself sharply on one hot, firm nipple.

"Sh-ah!" you hear her cry.

Your momentum spins you back under the water momentarily, but when you both rise again your lips have already moved to her own, one hand replacing your lips on her mountainous breast, and the other hand still firmly anchored to her crotch, fingers curled inside her hot, silky folds. Your tongue silences her outcry, but as you **** her back against the rocky cliff at the base of the falls the orc sighs wantonly, then begins to laugh in delight.

The water is less forceful here. more of a steady spray of mist that glimmers in the direct, receding beams of the setting sun. She raises her hands above her head, bracing against the outcropped stone as her golden eyes gleam. Sighing roughly, she makes no effort to stop you, your dominant hand beginning to earnestly explore her molten depths in a slow, deep, repetitive, thrusting rhythm. A gratified sound escapes her throat: maybe an orcish word or maybe just another exaltation... Your other hand rolls a dark green nipple between your index and middle fingers, drawing another breathy moan from the woman. Your cock twitches eagerly, but you are patient.

Your slick fingers increase their pace, your mounting lust forcing each thrust in to the bottom knuckle. The hand that was cupping her breast circles down her waist to her hip and then around her firm ass. You pull yourself closer, using the motion to delve ever deeper as your thumb presses solidly into her clit. Her pleasure-stricken face is but a hand's breadth away from your own, and your eyes lock. Her massive tits squish against your taut chest, and you see the pleasure blooming behind her lack of focus. The orc bites her front teeth into her lower lip. She seems just as likely to kiss you as she is to headbutt you, possibly both in either order. You can work with that.

You push your forehead into hers. It's not quite a kiss (by either of your standards), but the lusty snarl it elicits from your mate proves you're doing something right. You press your body roughly into hers, your cock sliding against her exposed hip and up towards her stomach as her back is pressed into the stone. Your noses mash together as your faces crumble into a rough facsimile of a real kiss.

"Do you know where you are?" you ask breathily as your lips part. Her eyes narrow, perhaps from raw pleasure. "Is this what you wanted?"

Her breathing becomes erratic, your two, slippery fingers sliding intently into her depths. Her pussy is wickedly tight, clenching against each thrust as if trying to welcome you deeper inside and hold you there. The water around your legs and hips is almost icy against your flushed skin, but her insides are molten. Somehow, that hot feeling seems to suffuse your entire body in turn, and it drives you to increase the pace of your fingering. None-too-gently, you move your mouth to where her shoulder meets her neck and bite down hard. Her sharp cry is thickly-laden with pleasure. You pull her closer, your unoccupied hand snaking tightly up to her shoulder.

"Is this why you came here?" you growl into her ear, her right cheek pressing forcefully against your own. "Were you hoping to get fucked by a Paladin of Myr? Or would anyone have sufficed?"

Your thumb burrows and rolls against her clit as your fingers separate and thrust back into the folds beneath her smooth mound. The orc's chin pinches against your neck as she lets go of the outcropping of rock above her, and for a moment she is entirely supported by your forward pressure against her chest and pussy. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, squeezing until your vision begins to blur and fade. Harsh, sharp cries echo into your ears, but they are not pained...

Suddenly you can't breath, but you continue your efforts even as you start to twist and stumble back into the thundering pulse of Myr's falls. The last thing you hear before you feel the frigid waters embrace you both is the orc's hitched, womanly cry of absolute bliss. Against your fingers, you feel it too.

Even as you plunge beneath the depths, the pleasured sounds seem to reverberate distantly through the water to your ears, and the quick, rhythmic pulsing of her hot flesh around your probing digits continues to surge and throb. You don't let go, wrapping her into a fierce embrace and biting harder into the side of her neck. You feel her thrashing beneath you, relishing in every orgasmic spasm against your body as you roll together under the water. At last you find your footing, rising with her until you both emerge with one-singular purpose: to breathe.

Her own moaning, wordless voice is heard even before you remember the ceaseless susurrus of the falls. Your slick fingers slide easily out of her, though more from your physical tumbling than your will. Suddenly she is lifting you from beneath your arms and pressing you effortlessly back against the stone where she was previously transfixed. Her face is pressed against your sternum, the top of her head lifting your chin as your hard cock pokes against her stomach, angling almost painfully towards the valley of her tits.

Then, frustratingly, she lowers you until you are once again eye-to-eye. You watch as a foamy, dream-like haze seems to clear from her orgasm-addled eyes. Her focus returns, and her grip eases slightly. You hear the warm, shaky undercurrents of fading pleasure in every exhale, but each subsequent breath is firmer, fiercer.

A warm, powerful hand encircles your cock. It slowly - painfully slowly - starts to stroke its length. Back to the base of your shaft... Forward to the outer rim of your tip. Back again... Slowly... Slower... Again...

"Myr?" she breathes into your mouth as she gives you a long, firm, orcish kiss. When she finally draws back there is a distinct coppery taste in your mouth. The orc woman laughs once, low and content, then she squeezes. Your breath comes in a sudden gasp.