It'll all be ogre soon

Ghorza, with Adam in tow, crept up the gaping maw of a cave entrance, situated deep within a dense overgrowth of jungle. It was just after dark, the bright full moon was beginning to rise. A few torches illuminate the pathway leading into the ogre’s home.

Five minutes later, the two found themselves in a well-lit dwelling. A bed, chairs, table, a toilet… the bare essentials required to survive. It resembled a prison cell more than an actual, welcoming home. Ghorza slammed a makeshift door shut leading into the “house”, before unceremoniously dropping Adam into a bed. Despite the cave’s primitive furnishings, the bed was quite comfy.

“WELCOME HOME, HUSBAND.” Her voice echoed across the cavern’s endless tunnels.

“Well… this is, eh, nice.” Adam responded, trying his damnedest to sound polite.

“I GLAD YOU LIKE.”

Without another word, Ghorza immediately began untying the leather straps which held her chest armor in place. Letting it slide down her belly, it gave way to supple, C cup breasts. Her nipples a darker shade of green compared to her skin. She unbuckled her belt buckle, thumbs finding purchase against the sides of her leather pants. Allowing them to pool against her ankles, she slipped out of them. Her pussy was mostly shaved, with a tiny tuft of hair above her pubis.

“Oh… oh I think I can work with this…” Adam mumbled to himself, mesmerized by the strong, sexy nude form before him. His cock hardened, forming half mast. He sat up on his knees, gently caressing Ghorza’s thigh. She was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. She leaned into him, her voice lowering with what could best be described as ‘sexy’ for an ogre.

“IT IS… YOURS. FOREVER.”

She crawled into bed with him, slowly, on both hands and knees as Adam pushed himself against the frame.

“AND THIS…”

Her fingers snaked up his right leg, massaging his growing half mast beneath his pants.

“... IS MINE.”

…

"P-please, s-slow down!" Adam grunted in mind-numbing pleasure, his "wife" was slamming his cock into her tight, wet pussy at break-neck speeds. Ghorza’s vagina was tighter than any human woman Adam had ever been with, and it gripped his rigid member like no other, desperately squeezing his shaft like a vice as if trying to milk him.

She ignored him, caught in a lust-stricken trance, her hips slammed up and down his glistening wet pole. Adam, on the other hand, clenched Ghorza’s gyrating hips for dear life, trying to hold in his hot load before prematurely exploding within her sopping caverns.

“O-oh! OOOHHH!!” Too late. It took three minutes at most, before his human cock throbbed, shooting thick, creamy ropes of fresh seed into her womb, painting the pink insides of Ghorza’s clenching pussy.

Her lips slammed down, catching Adam in a sloppy makeout session. Drool lathered their lips and chins, tongues intermingling as Adam’s chest heaved in and out.

His seed oozing from her pussy, dripping down his expended cock.

“I MUST HAVE MORE.” The ogre gyrated her body, milking out the last of Adam’s load inside before abruptly riding him again.

"Oohh! W-wait a second!" Adam cried fruitlessly, his weak arms trying to hold off the ogre milking him for another load, "I-I'm still sensitive!"

"MORE!" Ghorza roared, "GIVE ME MORE!"

She doubles her pace like an animal in heat, not thinking of anything except extracting as much of her beloved husband’s essence from his already sapped testicles. "I-I'm cumming again!" Forgetting all notions of romance, making love, and all that bullshit, Adam gripped his lover’s lower back, clinging onto her like a child his mother. He exploded one final time, spurts of thick sperm shot into Ghorza’s wet sex hole.

The two lovers collapsed on each other, sweaty and spent.