Wild rut

She pushed the hide loincloth aside as she gripped his hips with her knees. She was so wet he could feel her hot juices dripping on his thighs, as she guided his cock into her dripping pussy. Shadows flickered and danced from the torch light adorning the dark stone walls. Her cunt was the hottest, tightest thing he had ever felt. She leaned over him as she began to bounce, planting rough kisses all up and down his neck, her sharp tusks leaving marks.

She gyrated, unable to take him any deeper. He filled her completely, and she loved every inch of it. One hand drifted down to her clit, as she bucked and shuddered on his cock. “Does this Please husband?” She was beginning to sound flushed.

He grabbed her tits and guided one nipple into his mouth and applied a small amount of pressure with his teeth. She groaned in delight. Her cunt reacted immediately, clamping down on his dick, like it was trying to milk every drop out of him. His hips began to grind with hers. His fingers gripped green flesh causing it to leave pale marks that quickly return to their original color as he readjusted his grip. Her abs were like stone wrapped in layers of soft silk, a few crisscrossed scars breaking the unblemished surface.

“Yes husband! Fill me! Our whelps will have strong magic!” The outburst came on top of rising waves of pleasure. Each wave cascaded into the next, driving her higher with each shudder and grind. Each climax made her shudder and twitch and Will wasn’t going to be able to hold out. The prospect of breeding had been a long distant concern but each word from the orc’s lips made his hard cock jerk, and splurts of precum escape.

Grabbing her hips roughly he pulled her as deep onto him as she could go, as a cry filled with **** need escaped her lips. “Oh fuck!” Hot white ropes exploded out of him. His muscles clenched and tightened. He came down slowly. The orcess held him inside her, and began to trail small kisses up and down his chest. She was quite pleased with her choice. “Husband will be our greatest chieftain.” She whispered into his ear. “None will stand before him and all shall kneel at his feet. I will be the first of his many wives and his whelps will rule the world.”