Breed her; the orc's pussy is already yours.

Chapter 11: Mating

Your throbbing cock finds the soft, silky folds of her vulva as you drag your tip against her impossibly warm opening. Forwards - the gentle rub of her clit - [again... now go on] then, southwards - the delicate resistance of... Ah... But the center... Yes. Even beneath the frigid waters of His bathing pool there is no doubt when you feel her wanton heat. Ahh, well, go ahead,...

"Shall I breed you, then?" you wonder aloud, knowing how this coupling will end.

You relish in the orc woman's sharp, lusty moans as you slide your tip back and forth against her slippery entrance. The waves of Myr's bathing pool slap against your collective thighs and the rocky wall, then splash back and scatter into a spray of droplets. Back and forth you tease her hot opening - again and again - until at last she looks back over her shoulder in obvious annoyance...

That's when you thrust forward, driving her whole body against the stone as her voice leaves her and she is left to gasp and mumble as her hands grope along the rocky cliff before her. Having found a purchase, now both of your hands encircle her perfect tits, each nipple slipping between your index and middle fingers in perfect synchronicity. She squeezes as your hips push against hers, relaxing slowly as you withdraw the long length of your cock and tightening again as you push it back in.

Gods, she is tight.

Aggressively, you push your hips against her round ass, watching appreciatively as it claps back against your firm hips. The long, slow draw of your cock as it pulls out of her is like an eternity of silky suction before you plunge it back into her, reveling in each stricken, panting gasp of her lungs. One orcish arm reaches back against your ass as if trying to pull you deeper inside of her, but you swat the arm away and press it by the wrist against the sheer wall of Myr's stone cliff. Your other hand pinches tightly against her opposite nipple and draws some unintelligible scream of pleasure from the orc's throat. Your cock twitches tightly with every subsequent thrust into her molten, orcish pussy. The suction... the slippery... welcome...

Gods, she is hot. You could... Right now...

With every lustful thrust she seems to grow hotter. So does your mind, for that matter, but you don't care about the hazy blurring of your vision or the slowly-encroaching fog of your thoughts. The only thing weighing on your mind now is the tight, vacuous slit encircling your swollen shaft every time you bring your hips back against her hard, green cheeks. She moans sharply; it spurs you on to harder, faster thrusts. She moans again, shorter, hoarser.

"Fu-"

You want to breed her, even knowing such a thing has never been done. You could be the first... She could bear your half-breed child... Perhaps Myr Himself destined you for this moment. Didn't she appear at the perfect time, the perfect place? You thrust harder, her depths welcoming you in warm, crushed-velvety swells as your mad excitement builds. Each attempt at pulling out results in a vacuous suction back into her deepest, hottest... Oh...

She moans again; so do you.

Gods, she is wet.

There's no use in pulling out; you couldn't even if you'd wanted to from the start, but you never wanted that... This orc is your mate regardless of the outcome.

Using your own weight, you press her thick, muscular body fully against the rocky cliff, cloaked by Myr's roaring falls. Her chest and waist smash with your thrusts against the smooth, eroded stone...

Again... and again... He cheek smushes against the stone, one eye piercing into your dominant gaze.

"Enough?" you ask. "Enough." This time, it is a demand.

Her hitching voice rises, stutters, and then squeals above the falling water as you press into her one final, self-indulgent time. You glimpse every inch of that final thrust as your turgid cock slips back between her molten folds and disappears, joining you together as if it were the last - the only - time.

Her pussy clenches against your driving thrust. Your swollen cock erupts inside her tight, hot, wet, orcish pussy. Rope after rope of thick, surging cum gushes into her silky depths. The pulsing is so hard this time it almost hurts, and it goes on for six or seven more pulses longer. Even as you close your eyes against it, your vision seems to blacken, crackle and fade.

"Fuck!"

You pull your hands back against the firm, swollen chest of your mate. She's still gasping sweetly against the stone, slowly coming back to her own senses with each, tenuous, subsequent thrust. Your roaming fingers automatically circle her nipples with slippery, tight pressure. At last, by her thrashing, orgasmic reactions, the orc beneath you seems to realize what is happening. But she's already lost. Her lustful, animalistic, hips press back against your long, turgid cock, swallowing your length in one long, slick push.

Her shoulders spasm and collapse against your chest, inviting your fingers to tighten and squeeze... Your cock slips momentarily from her loosening... (tightening)... sheathe, and then you clap your hips back firmly against her hot, green cheeks. You feel it intrinsically as you start to gush your seed... (Fuck...) You empty yourself into her bucking hips, slowly... tightly, temptingly...

She tosses her wet brown hair over her left shoulder, looking back at you with a vacant, lusty expression as every weakening thrust pounds against her. Is it... Cou... Per... Wai... Fuck. Is it time... (?)

...Oh... You already came. Didn't you?

"Fuck..." she seems to agree. You lean in to kiss her, but as your upper lip caresses hers you feel a quick, playful bite on your own lower lip... Her orcish tusks press sharply, intimately, into your weak, human lips... 'Did I?' you wonder.

You collapse lazily against her taut, muscular back as you both take a moment to to catch your breath. You hold yourselves together in the slow, soft circles of your hips until finally you hear the expected chuckle slip from her upper lips. It is much softer than you anticipated, though. Alright... You can work with that.

The orc pushes her round ass hard against your waist, then artfully slips your softening cock from her depths with a sharp forward movement of her hips.

Even before you realize it happened she has spun around and entwined the fingers of her right hand into your hair. Your foreheads are brought together, and two orcish lips pressing sharply against your own once again. You don't even notice the scrape of her tusks against your upper cheeks. She decouples herself from you forcefully, golden eyes glistening as she gradually fades beneath the misting, pounding water of Myr's holy pool.

"Ak'horra," she utters, mysteriously, as she all but disappears behind the veil of crashing water. You think you see the confident, feminine saunter of her silhouette as she moves back towards the edge of the pool, but your vision is warm, hazy, and fading. And spinning...

"Myr-be-praised?" you sigh, questioningly, falling down onto your back. Did we? Did she? Did... I?

Here in this nook of Myr's falls you can float, perhaps even nap, undisturbed. Far-off in the distance some animal cry seems to pierce the encroaching night, but you don't mind. you are utterly blissed.

All things considered, you feel this is a pretty decent...

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