Why would you not?

Chapter 15: Clarity

Your eyes are already glued to the triangular swell of smooth flesh between her folded legs, her muscular thighs... How many times has she taken you inside herself so far? How many more would she be willing..?

You are already reaching for the gourd before your mind has even fully recovered from the last throbs of your recent climax. When the mind finally does catch up to your body, the cascade of approval warms and loosens all your muscles in a euphoric flood of endorphins. The slow splash of spirits sloshes back to your throat and turns to liquid fire. But you were prepared for that. You swallow and drink again, the orcish brew roiling in your stomach as you add more fuel to the flame. The rising fumes hit the back of your throat once more. Each nostril swells and singes as the vapor exits through your nose and into the chilling forest air.

With a satiated sigh you offer the vessel back to Ak'horra. Her hands are surprisingly delicate as they reclaim the gourd, but her smile is unmistakable. She reapplies the stopper and haphazardly drops it back towards the curtain of shadowy forest. Her eyes are shining, her body moving fully upright. She is naked, glistening, drunk. [As are you.] Her heavy tits are perfect... heaving with every shallow breath. Her knees are spread for balance, but they expose every inch of her smooth mound and the delicate swell of her glistening vulva. When your mind finally focuses and thinks to lift your eyes back to her own, the orc is grinning. She doesn't need words; she only nods her head in a slow, knowing rhythm.

Ak'horra lowers herself until her ass touches the furs. Each shift of her thick body is illuminated by firelight and shattered by moonlight as the droplets of sweat glimmer and cascade across her skin. She tucks her thighs together as she sprawls onto her back, then the low rumble of a moan escapes her throat as she spreads her legs into a perfect, wide 'V'.

Time seems to slow as you appreciate her features: the knotted tangle of her oaken hair, the bulbous swell of her flesh in places too numerous to name or count, the lustful expression on her face... You feel the bright glow of Myr's moon upon your shoulders as it gives you strength. Perhaps the orc doesn't realize what a true paladin of Myr can accomplish when his deity is behind him. Then again, maybe she's counting on it...(?)

Her vulva shimmers in the crackling firelight. Each orcish hand circles and braces her ankles as she falls back and heaves a cloudy breath into the cold night air. She leaves her pussy wide open, naturally splayed. Your cock twitches again. Her heavy tits fall back into mere, rolling hills as she relaxes, but you see the shallow, excited rise and fall of her chest. She is waiting.

You grin; you know exactly what to do.

"Myr-be praised."