Yes, she needs some relief

Freya's hand sneaked under her pants rubbing the smooth skin of her thigh leisurely moving closer to the warm entrance. Tender fingertips barely touched the opening of slightly moist pussy lips slowly parting them. Being a virgin, Freya never experienced the feeling of hot male flesh being inside her. Yet, it didn't stop her imagination from instantly creating erotic visions of having a big green dick filling her body and slowly stretching the inner walls of her channel. Follower of Arana imagined herself riding an orc and having full control over him. Something that was directly opposite to her fears and expectations of will happen in the coming days.

Her fears went away retreating deep inside her mind. Instead, an expression of lust appeared in Freya's gray eyes full of desire. Matching dirty pictures in her mind, the fingers slipped smoothly within her tight hole prompting a silent moan escaping between full rose-colored lips. Freya's other hand found itself going through the collar of her shirt burying deeper searching for the pair of small, firm breasts begging to be groped. She was imagining a hand much stronger than hers. one exploring her entire body with hungry but careful passion.

She could almost feel strong fingers going from her collarbone to her armpits to her waistline and then back, to her elegant breasts which most orcs would find way too small. But the one in her fantasy was worshipping her nipples, squeezing them lightly with his fingertips, just like she was doing with her own fingers.

Waves of growing arousal grew louder. rhythmically throughout the young body. It was not the first time when Freya was giving herself sensual pleasure but never before it was so intense, so fervent. Every touch, every thought, every sudden flash of sensations, everything was overwhelming beyond any previous experience.

Freya's thighs became wet both from sweet and juices dripping from the burning depths of the maiden's womanhood, her parted lips were coated with a thin layer of saliva, and tears of pleasure moistened her cheeks that flushed bright scarlet color. Vivid passionate images inside her mind were replaced with rawer emotions of the approaching orgasm.

Freya's slender legs tensed for a moment and then collapsed limply when the moment arrived. It was a long, sweet, incredible climax that exhausted the young body so much as if she spent the last minutes riding an orc for real and not in her wild fantasy.

For the next minute or two, she was just laying on her blanket enjoying the afterglow. Melodic sounds of the steppe and the nearby stream filled her ears bringing tranquility. It was almost a religious experience. It felt like a prayer to the glorious Arana, the Goddess of Love. Freya turned to her side, looking at the water. The idea of taking a bath floated in her mind but she felt so tired. Freya's satisfied sweaty body demanded some peaceful rest.