Things that Go Bump in the (Not-)Night

You were not sure how many hours it had been since you were stabled away. The room was so dark that it might as well have been night. Sleep had not come easy to you, after all that had transpired over the previous day. Had you really taken the plunge? Threw away all of your protections and let filthy Hob-Goblins truss you up as an animal?

Not that you didn't get any sleep. There were several occasions when you'd found yourself starting to slip into dreams, only for the ceaseless throbbing between your legs to distract you.

As some minor means to sate yourself, you imagined the first time you would be ridden. The weight of the saddle on your back, the sting of the crop striking your exposed rear when your rider wanted you to work faster. Being **** to stand, still and wet, while he barked orders at his subordinates. Without realizing it, you started to drool a little through your gag. Not for the first time, you desperately desperately wished to be free of the belt. It was cruel ****.

That was not a longing that proved unique to you.

At one point, you stirred at the sound of whining and squirming in the hay pile next to you. The She-Orc seemed as pent-up as you were. That was a worrying thought. She had been a Wo-Mount far longer then you had. Surely, she should be use to this treatment by now. Did that mean they intended to keep you like this forever? That it never grew easier?

You tried to turn to the side and ignore the desperation of the larger woman, but that proved impossible. You heard movement, drawing closer. Your sharpened senses didn't fail you, even if your thoughts were dulled by need. The She-Orc was crawling closer to you. Not rising above her knees, yet unable to move her hands. You tensed up. Were you in danger?

That's when you felt her, sliding her hips behind yours. The front shield of her denial belt brushed against the back of your slick thighs. The sensation made you shiver slightly. You still weren't sure if you were safe or not. It didn't seem like she meant to harm you...but why was she rubbing her hips against your that way.

The more she pressed herself to you, the more you discovered what was driving her. Something about the touch of her skin felt so good right now. Especially the hip-thrusting motion she was making towards you. No stimulation was able to get past the belt, but something about the motion of your body seemed to heat you back up again regardless.

You gasped in realization. She was...she was humping you. Like a cur that had gone into heat. The thrusting and grinding, the touch of another woman's body, that was the only way to stoke the heat your pussy demanded. It was a shameful thought...but you couldn't fight it's siren call. The more she humped into you, the more you moved your hips in tandem.

That wasn't enough for the **** She-Orc Pony. You felt her trying to rise up to her knees. Confused, you responded likewise, only to feel the entire weight of her considerable strength pushing you forward. Surprised, you fell over, face first, into the hay. There was a moment of uncertainty before you felt her pressing back into you. Her hips thrusted forward into yours, while her body leaned forward into your back, forcing you to remain low in the hay.

She was trying to use her considerable strength to mount you. No doubt, she saw your small human body, and felt she could use you for her pleasure. You groaned out into your gag. The shame was palpable. Your cheeks were reddened again. By this point, you were as invested in the thrusting and humping as she was. It was the only modicum of relief you could feel. You wondered if, as a knight, it would be better for you to assert dominance. To show this stupid beast that you were not so easily made the beta...

I have not written the next chapter yet. I will let the readers decide. Please comment .Who will end up on top? The Knight or the She-Orc?