What? No. Not yet.

Chapter 10: Consummation

Fuck. This woman is incredible. You can't let this end until you've been properly inside her. Right?

"Stop," you request.

She doesn't. Your cock eases slowly - hesitantly(?) - back into her throat two more times before you properly remember the blissful situation in which you've found yourself. One of your hands circles firmly beneath the orc's chin as the other places two gentle slaps across her cheek. You do your best to mirror the motion she made after her own orgasm, just to make the point. Then you entwine those fingers into the curls of her hair and exert the smallest of pressure.

She stops her mad suction, her endless rhythm. The orc's golden eyes sparkle up into your own, your hard cock halfway swallowed by her pretty green lips. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, you feel the rest of your cock slide out between her lips. When finally she reaches your swollen tip, she swirls her tongue - roughly, perhaps challengingly (possessively?) - one last time before letting your tip pop loosely from her mouth. Sparkling yellow eyes glance back up at you. You feel, perhaps, you've made an animalistic connection.

"Turn around," you demand. You gently pull her hair.

She stands up, her massive tits, dark nipples, incredible hips, and bare pussy all emerging amidst the holy waters of the bathing pool. It's all welcome, but still partially a blur to you. Whether it's the orc-brew finally laying its claim on your brain or just the meddling influence of pure lust, you can't determine. Oh, well.

"Sah?" she seems to ask.

"Sah," you (maybe) answer, grabbing her by the hips and guiding her face-first against the rock wall as you circle behind her. The woman glances back over her shoulder, and you can't help but catch the curling smile on the side of her face. Your right hand glides across the curves of her skin until it encloses her scarred breast; your other hand caresses her hip as you align your aching cock. The swell of her ass-cheeks enfolds your length as you draw yourself back and forth against her hips.

Ah... It seems you have your pick: beneath you is the round, firm ass of an orc warrior, or the already-molten pussy of a potential mate.