Again and again

The cave orc's lust was brutal and fast. With each piston pump of its hips it slammed Mira's pale body against the wall. The paladin knew she would have bruises. She didn't care. The rampage was all she could focus on.

Mira wrapped her legs around the muscular creature's hips, twining them tightly around the orc as she clung on. Her arms folded around the great warrior's shoulders, hands fastening behind it's chunky neck. Between powerful strokes her body rose up only to fall back down on the orc's thick cock.

Her body trembled as the first and the second orgasm raced through her. Her love juice trickled down the orc's pole and Mira could just about hear the sound the shaft of flesh made as it pounded into her soaking pussy over the bestial grunts of her lover.

Strong hands, with thick and rough fingers grasped at her breasts. Her nipples were pinched, twisted and squeezed.

Deep in pleasure, her mind almost lost on a sea of sexual desire, and Mira recognised that the hunger Marus had planted in her soul - was it her soul? - had faded. It had taken minutes of violent sex, with a sub-human pinning her to the wall, but she had finally stopped feeling empty. Now she just wanted more pleasure.

The orc's own climax caused the beast to roar in pleasure. Thick wads of spunk flooded into Mira's already dripping cunny. The paladin's fingernails raked across the black hide of the orc but it did not seem to notice.

To her amazement, to her delight, the orc did not stop. Once again she found herself pushed up the wall as powerful thighs pumped a fat cock into her. Once again she found herself falling back down, impaling her tender body on the rod of sub-human flesh just in time to meet the next powerful stroke.

The paladin had heard travellers whisper of the horror of being **** by an orc. Now she understood - only she disagreed. This was wonderful. This was bliss.

"Yes!" Mira gasped, lifting her voice for the first time since capture, "Yes!" She'd lost count of the number of orgasims she had had.

The second climax was the orc's last. It came a few minutes after the first. It brought another wave of orcly seed. Mira's thighs were soaked in orc cum and her own juice. It felt wonderful.

"That was just a small silver bell," came Marus's voice from the corner of the room. The demon stood, watching, grinning, "Imagine what a larger bell might do. Imagine what a gold bell might summon."

The orc grunted, letting Mira drop downwards as it shook itself free from the tangle of her limbs.