“There now, satisfied I can hold out?" he asked.

"Yes." Borika wiped her Lips with the back of her forearm, practically panting with her own desire.

“Good, now let me show you what I can do.”

With that, he pushed her down into the furs, and she spread her legs open with eager anticipation at what was coming next. Rather than attempt to kiss her mouth, he instead caressed his lips along the lines of thin patterned scars and tattoos across her body.

“You know, I don't know much about the shamans, but these are definitely sexy as all hell," he said as he traced a line of the pattern down over her shoulder toward her bare breast.

As she lay back upon the furs with her legs spread open, he came to kneel between her thighs with his cock resting along the slick crease of her slit. Her arms lifted to wrap around his thick, muscular shoulders whilst her hips began to gyrate in the hope of feeling the head of his cock at her entrance. Lowering himself along her body slightly, his tongue felt the sensation of those patterns on her skin receding to smoothness as he Licked down onto her breast. The markings were absent across her tits, leaving the large globes bare and pristine. A similar gap in the pattern was present around her pussy, which was smoothly shaven and currently glistening with arousal.

The shift in his position allowed him to run his tongue around her hardened nipple, and also slide his cock along her pussy until the tip was placed directly against her lower lips. Feeling him so close to being inside her, Borika took the initiative and lifted her legs to lock around his waist. He took that as a good sign, and released her tit from his mouth to rise back up over her until they came face to face. The movement also pushed his cock inside her steaming pussy, and he felt her use the inner muscles to massage him in ways he previously didn't know were possible.

“Holy shit that feels good!" he cried out the words before remembering that the matter at hand was a challenge rather than one of his usual trysts.

Borika grinned up at him, and began writhing her body beneath him to move his cock inside her. She too wasn't in such a combative mood with his large member steadily filling her.

“I have never taken a human slave in this way, Gregory," she confessed.

“I had heard that the male human lacked the necessary size to give an orc woman true pleasure." She lifted her head and pulled down his shoulders into a downright steamy lip lock that made explicit just how much she was enjoying herself. When that kiss finally ended, she was left panting beneath him.

“I was very, very wrong about that. Humans are so full of wonderful surprises."

“You know," Gregory paused a moment to concentrate on the matter of pushing the last inch of his cock inside her, and felt his own breath shortened by spasms of pleasure. Once he was successfully buried to the hilt, he looked down to the curvy, green beauty beneath him. "I kind of want to say that I'd thought all orc women to be ugly, evil barbarians.

Except the truth is that Algra was the first of your people I've met, and I wanted to fuck her the moment I laid eyes on her. Same with

Frelki. Same with you. I fucking love your people.”

“So we aren't ugly, evil barbarians then?" Borika laughed at the summation.

“Well you're damn sure not ugly or evil, but I think everyone's got at least a little barbarian in them."

“Show me." She tightened the grip of her legs about his hips, spurring him on.

He Lowered himself to slide his arms along the furs beneath her. Locked in a tight embrace, he began to thrust into her with slow, steady strokes. She seemed to approve, and brought him back into a deep kiss, this time as their tongues meshed together it was out of pure desire.

Each time he sank himself into her, they squeezed their bodies together in a fierce embrace that attempted to allow them to feel as much of each other as they could.