Chapter 9
by 
Yelawolf
Do you fuck her?
Yes fuck the gith woman
You hover above her, her dark hair fanned out on the fur like a midnight waterfall, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement. You kiss her again, feeling the softness of her full lips yield to the pressure of yours, the warmth of her tongue as it dances with yours. Her hand slides down your body, over the planes of your chest and abs, to grip you firmly, her touch sending shockwaves through your veins.
With a growl of need, you push aside her leather armor, exposing her firm, muscular body. Her skin is surprisingly smooth and warm, a stark contrast to the harshness of her warrior's exterior. You explore her curves with eager hands, feeling the tension coil in her muscles as you trace the lines of her toned physique. She arches into your touch, her breath hitching when you find her sensitive spots.
She takes you in her hand, stroking you with a firm grip that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. You can't help but groan, the sound muffled by the fur beneath you. Lae'zel watches you, her smirk fading to a look of pure lust, her eyes never leaving yours as she guides you to her entrance.
The moment you enter her, she gasps, her eyes widening in a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper, and you can feel the tightness of her core clench around you. She's wet and hot, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.
You begin to move, setting a rhythm that's punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and the sound of your harsh breaths mingling with her soft moans. Her nails dig into your back, urging you on as she arches her own body to meet yours. The tent around you seems to shrink, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the promise of more.
With every thrust, you feel the tension in her body build, her muscles tightening and releasing in a dance of passion. Her hips roll to meet you, her movements growing more erratic as she chases the peak of pleasure. You lean down, capturing her mouth again, swallowing her cries as she bites down on your lower lip.
The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of desire. Her hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your bare skin, her touch setting you on fire. You can feel the heat building in your loins, the pressure growing until it's almost unbearable.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, her eyes locking on yours. "Harder," she whispers, her voice strained. You oblige, your movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her eyes never leave yours as she climaxes, her body shuddering beneath you. The sight of her in the throes of passion sends you over the edge, and with a final, guttural roar, you release within her.
For a moment, you're both lost in the aftermath, your hearts hammering in your chests. Then she laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a thrill down your spine. "I did not expect this," she says, a note of genuine amazement in her voice.
You lean back on your elbows, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. "I've got more surprises for you, if you're up for it," you say, your voice a little ragged from the exertion.
Lae'zel's smirk returns. "We shall see." She pushes herself up and straddles you, her breasts swaying as she does so. She slowly dress, letting you go back to your tent left wanting more of her.