Night-Time Romp

In the middle of the night, Stella watches the orc sleeping beside her. They are both naked beneath the covers, but this familiarity feels almost tame after everything they've done together. His breathing is gruff, bordering on snoring, and she focuses on the regular movement of his chest; She loves his chest.

It is the first time in quite a while that she has someone else sleeping in her bed on a daily basis.

He hasn't been with her for a full moon yet, but she has grown accustomed to his strong presence. Some days, she feels bad about the enchantment she has addled his mind with, and about his imprisonment. She is tempted to give him his freedom, but is afraid that he will run out the first chance he has. But, maybe he deserves to run out? Maybe she doesn't want him by her side anymore if it is done by obligation.

She realizes that she wants him to stay with her, not out of a magical inclination, but out of genuine desire. She knows that delving in his mind is useless; Her enchantment that prevents him from leaving also clouds his feeling, making her read that he wants to stay by her side, whether that is true or not.

Then again, she has never compelled him to fuck her, and he has always been more than eager to plow her. That thought comforts her.

"Trouble sleeping?"

His voice startles her; Even in a whisper it booms with gravitas, and she hadn't noticed that he had woken up.

"Oh, it's nothing darling. You can go back to sleep."

He turns to face her. The dim light of the moon is reflected in his eyes, reminding her of a wild cat. He brings a hand towards her face, tenderly pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Are you planning on going back to sleep too?" He asks, his large muscular hand still brushing against her cheek. "Or do you have some nefarious scheming to do in the night-time?"

"Sleep," she whispers, trying to sound calmer than she is.

"I can help you with that. You usually fall asleep more easily after you've had an orgasm."

She weakly slaps his chest. "You're just saying that to get inside me." She scowls, trying to act disgruntled.

"I can make you cum without wrecking your pussy," he boasts.

Before she can respond, he lays his mouth onto hers. His thick tongue pushes past her lips, and she pushes back with her own. Her tongue feels small and weak in comparison, and he quickly fills her entire mouth.

Once he finishes kissing her, she is left panting, and the sound of her harsh breathing fills the quiet room.

He turns her away from him, and then presses his chest against her back. His toned body feels harder than an oak tree, and she relishes in his solid embrace. He kisses her on the neck and his hands move to her heavy breasts.

She tries to hold out and stay silent as long as she can, but the incessant assaults on her nipples eventually defeat her. He knows exactly how to stimulate her tits to make her moan. She squirms in his arms and whispers his name while he continues to press down on her sensitive bits.

They stay in this position for a considerable amount of time, her arousal climbing up and up and up. His incessant teasing feels incredibly pleasurable, and she can feel her nethers growing wet. His huge dick rests against her ass, spewing warm precum on her skin.

When he turns her over and face her, she watches him with anticipation. He kisses her once, then moves his lips to her chest. His fingers around her nipples had felt good, but his mouth feels even better.

His massive carnivorous maw manages to engulf a lot of tit flesh, and she feels his sharp teeth and tusks scraping against her skin. A shudder runs along her spine as she realizes what she is about to do.

"You... you can use your teeth... a little."

He pops the tit out of his mouth and stares back. "I cannot hurt you," he states, referring to one of the enchantment she has put unto him.

With a wave of her hand, she diminishes the spell upon him. "You may not kill me, or do serious harm." The wording implies that he can now inflict pain, if only minor. This is a callous and dangerous move. She knows she should not let her judgment be clouded thusly, yet she feels like he has earned enough of her trust.

She lovingly moves her hands through his thick dark hair while anxiously waiting for him to act. Slowly, he moves back down until his lips brush against her nipples. She shivers with anticipation; the heightened risk excites her.

He engulf her left boob in his mouth, and then gently pushes down with his teeth. He is prodding her flesh, testing how far he is allowed go.

Just as she had suspected, the pain and the danger makes it more exciting. A month ago this virile male was an enemy soldier. He might have killed her on the battlefield, or vice versa. Now, he was in her bed, pleasuring her.

She fantasize about everything he could do now that he is allowed to inflict pain. Spanking, pulling her hair, gods, he could **** her. She dreams of being at his complete mercy, and then watching him not only spare her, but willingly serve and pleasure her. But she doesn't trust him enough to literally put her life in his hands; For now, she choses to keep up some of her arcane controls over his mind.

While his teeth press down on her breast, his tongue goes to work on her sensitive nipple. She is already ecstatic when he adds even more stimulation, moving one hand on her right breast, and the other hand between her legs.

"Oh, Korr..." she coos, her fingers clutching his mane.

She loves his dick, and she loves getting stretched by it, but she also very much appreciate what he can do without it. For how large and callous they are, his hands are surprisingly deft. Then again, by now he has spent long enough at her side for her to show him exactly how she likes to be touched.

When he pulls his mouth away, it is to push it back down on her other tit. While he suckles on her right nipple, she takes a moment to look at the teeth marks that now adorn her left boob.

Korr's incessant teasing upon her chest feels amazing, and brings back old memories. It has been decades since her mammaries were last used for their intended purpose. While he continues to grab, lick and suck her breasts, she cannot help but imagine a set of smaller green mouths on her nipples, drinking her milk.

She is still caught up in her maternal fantasies when he moves off from her breasts and slowly moves backwards. She looks down in time to meet his gaze as his mouth hovers right above her cunt.

He kisses her hairy pubis, and then grab her thighs to pull them apart. He dives in, sticking his mouth against her vulva and pushing his tongue forward. She gasps when he makes contact with her clitoris.

The breast stimulation have riled her up much more than she had thought, because a single flick of his tongue against her clit brings her dangerously close to the edge.

He tries to tease her again with slow and deliberate movement, but he also miscalculate how effective his breastplay has been. She cums in less than a minute, stuffing a pillow against her mouth to muffle her embarrassingly loud moans.

Once he realizes that she has peaked, he crawls back up to her side and hold her against him. She falls asleep in his arms, dreaming of half-orc babies.