Her arms were weak from the lack of blood flow, the chains cold as she draped her limbs over my shoulder. I moved my hands to her thighs, pulling them away from me, letting her feel for a moment just how vulnerable she was in my grip. She didn't have the strength in her arms to push me away, and I had her by the backs of her thighs near her knees. I lifted her up, my stav pumping furiously, and watched her eyes widen as gravity dropped her back down my length, helpless.

"Oh god, yes." She sighed, her stomach flexing as she tried to ride me, and she moaned as my stav stroked inside of her, fast and urgent, uneven with my slow and deep thrusts.

She was lovely heat and soft flesh and the sweetest voice begging.

"More, master. Please, master. Harder, master."

I should've pulled her off my length and taken her mouth again, taught her not to make demands in a game where I was meant to be conquering her. But her desire was sweet in my ear, and it was…refreshing not to be the villain. Most of my female clients wanted to fight, to resist, to be forced into their surrender. This little human wanted the latter, to be fucked, to be used, but she couldn't hide her own pleasure and eagerness, didn't even bother trying.

"Fuck, your cock," she gasped, falling suddenly forward, pressing her forehead to my jaw and breathing deeply, arms twining closed, chains clinking together. "God, it feels so good."

I growled in her ear, her new position easier to manipulate, my hands slamming her up and down my cock, giving into those pleas she'd issued. Harder, faster, chains rattling and skin slapping, until my stav and thrusts were at the same pace in opposite directions, the friction wild and addictive, even for me.

Dull crescent nails dug into the dense skin on my shoulder as Sonya let out a high, thin whine of steady delight, limp and pliable in arms, breaths hiccuping with every collide of our hips. My stav was growing thicker, swelling in its stiff sleeve, and Sonya's breath was hot and damp on my shoulder, her tongue flicking out to taste me.

"Filled or showered in cum, little pet?" I rasped out, although if I had my way she would be both before the end of the day.

"Yes," she gasped out, nails digging in deeper, hips twitching as if to meet me.

I chuckled in spite of myself, a thrumming purr rising up from my chest. Orc bait.

As pretty as this little golden human would look dripping in my seed, I couldn't leave the sanctuary of her cunt so soon, not when it sucked and begged around my swelling stav, clinging to my length and weeping its pleasure down to my sac.