Moving to the Bedroom

Stella guides her stud towards her lavish bedchambers while he holds her in his arms. They are eager to fuck again, but would rather do it on a more comfortable surface than the carpeted floor. When they reach their destination, he takes her again.

His dick is massive, and the naughty witch feels the entire length going in and out of her. She is surprised by how gentle he is, and with the kisses that he lay on her lips, she almost suspect the scarred warrior of being a romantic.

She brushes her hand against his bearded cheeks and looks deep into his eye. "You don't have to be so gentle with me. I know I told you not to hurt me, but I can take quite a pounding."

"I know," he responds, "but sometimes I prefer going at it more slowly, to fully savor the sensation within my partner." He slows to a halt, looking down at the busty enchantress. "Is that a problem? Do you wish me to go harder?"

She takes a moment to think, then shakes her head. "I don't hate it. I just thought you were pacing yourself for my sake."

He lets out a gruff laugh, then plunges back all the way into her. "I know I don't have the look of it, but I do like tenderness from time to time."

She smirks, then lifts herself up to drop a kiss on his muscular hairy chest. "Then make tender love to me, dear boy."

It sends a tingle in his spine to be called boy. Korr has been a man for many years, but he remembers his grand-mother telling tall tales about the Enchantress of the Broken Mountain. It would not surprise him if the witch had already been alive for centuries when his tribe first arrived in the region, four generations ago. She would probably call him a boy even if had a long grey beard, and it would be appropriate of her to do so.

He obeys, making tender love to her, but not because of any enchantment or corruption of his will. It doesn't matter that she is a different race, or that she fights for the enemy, or even that he is her prisoner. She is mysterious and dangerous, but she is also gorgeous, and her cunt is warm and inviting.

He keeps at it for a while, until the room smells of their combined body fluids. They are both covered in sweat and the witch's wet hairs stick to her face. Their voices are low, letting out soft moans and groans of pleasure as they both get closer to their climax.

He cums first, pumping another huge load inside her. While he is still hilted inside her, she flicks her fingers between her legs, quickly bringing herself to an orgasm in sync with his.

He thrusts a few more time inside her, his dick twitching inside her tight vagina.