You are hers; pleasure can be...

Chapter 8: Control

"...fuck!" you cry, stunned both by her utterance of your god's name and (perhaps mostly?) by her tight grip on your manhood.

"Ahh," the orc moans, pressing her forehead firmly and suddenly against yours. "Mmm..."

You try to center your mind as the orc woman seems to catch her own breath, but you find you don't have much choice with her hand wrapped around your still-wanting cock. Her golden eyes open and there is a soft, wanton glimmer. All mention of your god is forgotten as she presses the tip of her nose - and her tits - against you.

"Sah," she moans intently, deliberately nodding her head with yours. The back of her fingers gently pat your cheek twice in succession, as if in approval. She holds you there for one more exasperating moment, then drags her hot, slippery tongue down from your neck to your collarbone, and beyond...

When she finally pulls away you see the playful smirk spreading across her pretty face, and the faintest sliver of a saliva trail before it evaporates into the turbulent air beneath the falls. The hand not holding you in place traces a line down your thigh that her eyes briefly follow, but your eyes are glued to her luscious lips. She seems to know, but you don't believe it would have made a difference even if she hadn't. Your breath all but leaves you as your mate sinks to her knees within the shallow back end of the bathing pool.

The ring of her hand encircles the base of your cock, and it squeezes tightly as the hot lash of her tongue finally lands against your swollen tip. It is a sharp, quick glance along the lowest juncture of your shaft and tip. And it drags... lapping up the singular drop of pre-cum even as it forms. Despite the cold waters of His falls, her tongue, her mouth, is like an inferno as she suddenly envelops your entire tip. The sudden, wet suction makes your mind hazy as you lose focus, your breath suddenly quick and labored. The falls thunder around you; her mouth embracing the length of your cock.

The cold sharpens the mind.

What cold? You wonder.

Your body is hot. Your mind is hot. Your cock is partially... no... completely sheathed within this voluptuous woman's mouth. Even as she pulls back you seem to remain within her tightening embrace. The mist of the falls is refreshing; did you ever think these waters were frigid? You look up towards the crystalline, scattering, sunset light of the falls, trying to find a peace, a calm, within those glittering curtains of tumbling water. Trying not to...

Her skillful suction drags your length back into the depths of her throat. Her saliva eases the path of your throbbing shaft until it is quickly released in a blissful push of ****. Her moist lips reclaim, reinforce, and repurpose every motion as she does it again. And she does it again. Again. Your tip feels harder, firmer, tighter... with every recursion of her hot, wet mouth. You want to tell her to stop. You want to beg her not to stop. Should you let go? Ah...

No... Endure! The rocky outcrop of Myr's cleansing falls above you pulses in a blurry, indistinguishable rhythm. The tight, slurping sensation around your cock only intensifies. You close your eyes momentarily, trying to make sense of the pattern. Sharpen the mind! The water cascades infinitely as you try to detach yourself from the moment. You fail.

Curiosity waxes, and you truly remember what the beautiful, curvaceous orc is doing. Eventually, you look down, and your vision fills itself with the ravenous countenance of your orc mistress as your hard, tight cock disappears once again between her luscious green lips.

Oh!

It was a mistake. (Really?) Watching her perform only brings your mind that much closer to the peak of pleasure she's already been building towards since first her hand wrapped itself around your length.

"Fuck!" you finally cry aloud, her sweet lips plunging back down around your cock for the ??? time.

"Mph!" she answers. Her tongue swirls gingerly from the base of your long, hard, length back to the tip, then she pushes her whole mouth back again.

Suddenly she holds her head there, deep in your lap, until you swear you must be the deepest you've ever been down her throat. But... She suckles her way back to your tip like she's already done it a dozen times. Then her tongue starts to circle, her pursed lips pulling vacuously against just the tip of your cock. Tight, golden eyes lock with yours. She bobs her head back down, repeating the action quickly. She wants you to let go. Do you give in?

Not yet!

Looking down at her again, her metallic eyes seem to flash in the fading sunlight through the falls. But your own eyes only care about the dark green lips wrapped wetly around your orc-spit-covered cock. Her mouth is so snug, so tight, so... sweet. The suction pulls your consciousness into His moonlit falls. Your length slips easily back into her throat - and out again - as if guided between her small, feminine tusks, which silkily glide against the side of your cock as your mate angles her skillful movements.

Stop. This is heaven. Let go.

Her mouth is so hot, so wet, so tight. Your mind trickles hazily to how it might feel to fuck her properly. You remember the tight, slick folds of her sex around your fingers. Could her orcish pussy possibly be better than this? Could anything? Your hazy brain is already imagining yourself truly inside her...

Oh. Fuck!

Within your mind your ever-tightening cock is slipping between her nether lips...