Take her.

Chapter 9: The Inevitable

Ak'horra smirks patiently, knowingly, her tight body a picturesque tableau of dark-lit skin and muscle against the bright, dancing flame.

Your body practically falls upon her with heavy anticipation. You collide with a warm, shared groan as her mountainous breasts crush themselves against your muscled chest. One of your knees wedges between her legs and she spreads them subconsciously as you collapse into each other.

A faint, delicate buzzing sensation begins at the back your head as you bring your lips to the orc's shoulder, neck, then jaw. With each brief, passing kiss, the orc's chest surges faintly beneath you, her hard nipples scraping stiffly against your skin. At last your teeth sink sharply into the side of her neck. Her slow, throaty moan penetrates the gloam. Which shoulder was it that was wounded? In your lust you soon forget... Does it matter?

A sudden, threatening growl emerges from the shadows of the forest... You rise onto your wrists, pulling back-

"K'ron..." chides a controlling, orcish gasp. Your suddenly-hitching heartbeat resumes its normal, excited rhythm as Ak'horra's hands firmly pull you back into her hot flesh. The sounds of animalistic feasting soon continue in the background, but that distraction only pulls your gaze further into the deep, valley of her bare, bountiful breasts. Perhaps, you consider, your own feasting is at hand.

"Ahh..." she moans as your lips tightly encircle the hard nipple of her scarred breast. You slurp and suckle it tightly, your hands free to roam and wander the bounty of her sprawled body. The warm, salty flesh against your tongue and lips surges against your ministrations. Your left arm circles back to her left shoulder as you bring her breast even harder against your mouth. A raw, ripping yelp of pleasure(?)/pain(?) pulls you back up for air... and at last you realize your fingers are feeling the soft, torn flesh of her wounded shoulder. Ah, fuck...

"Ak'horra," you gasp into her heaving chest, ready to apologize, but then you feel the grinding sensation of her feet against your hips. "Eh?" Her toes find purchase within your lower leathers and she kicks them down along your legs in long, spastic thrusts. Ah, fuck, how did you miss... Nevermind.

Newly-encouraged fingers roam quickly down the firm, undulating body of your orcish mate as you tussle. You feel the tight knot of her leather bottoms, the flare of her hips, the clenching of her thighs as she squeezes them back around your hips in a possessive grip.

"Fuck," you growl into her pillowy chest. Gods, her tits... You could bury your face and be lost for weeks. Such warmth, such soft, giving waves as you toss your bodies together. Still, her nipples remain firm and magnetic, drawing your lips back and forth as your mate finally kicks the last of your clothing free. You barely even notice.

You bite down into her nearly-scarred nipple, your teeth scraping her areola as your lips pull her sharply into your mouth in a near-endless rhythm. A moan of pure pleasure rumbles above your head, warm and inviting even beside the crackling heat of the campfire. Your unceasing slurps and suckling release her - benevolently - for but the briefest of heartbeats as you come up for air. The span of her momentarily blissful sighs are enough of a pause...

Surging, you latch eagerly onto her opposite breast, each sharp, subsequent suckle another ploy to hear her pleasured, guttural groans and feel her heaving breaths smashing against your face. But you know what's about to happen is really why you're both here. This was inevitable. Her flesh is hot against your mouth, your body. Your flesh as hard and exposed between her legs. Of course. Now's the time.

The fingers of each hand retrace your earlier movements until you find the tied knots of her lower leathers. Your lips pull, sucking hard, as a piercing wail of pleasure acts as a beacon for your lust and you feel her bottoms come undone beneath your fingertips. Your right hand circles to her uninjured shoulder; your left hand pulls her bottoms away completely with a deft, gentle drag and tosses them indelicately behind you. Something hot and gloriously wet meets the skin of your inner thigh.

Ak'horra sighs, blissfully. It seems she is completely unaware despite her obvious readiness.

You smirk, already aligning yourself.