I glanced at the altar at the far end of the room and then grew greedy. She would be too high up for me to mount, and I was partial to the way she clung to me. I moved us into the other room, her body still wrapped around mine.

"I just realized you're not growing soft," she murmured, eyes widening slightly.

"I told you I wasn't finished with you," I said, arching a brow. An orc's cock only flagged without stimulation, and there was nothing unstimulating about the sweet and coated heat of this woman's cunt.

It was brighter in this room, her hair sparkling slightly in the golden light, skin dewy with sweat. I straddled the bench and sat, waiting for a moment as she shifted on my lap, squirming on my cock, her lips parted and breath growing short.

"I didn't know that meant…" She trailed off, eyelids sliding shut as her toes grazed the floor and she used the leverage to ride me with shallow thrusts for a moment. My stav responded, pumping slowly in my cock. "Oh, god—master—I…"

"Khell'ar," I said, ducking my chin to hide my grimace.

"Khell'ar," she moaned, taking my name onto her tongue without question, her riding growing a little more ambitious. My hands tightened on her hips to help her pace for a few more moments before I remembered my work.

I slid my hands up around her waist, over her ribs, to squeeze and grope her breasts briefly before settling on her shoulders. "Lie back, pet," I said, not waiting for her to obey but pushing her backwards.

She fell back easily, not fighting my order or my touch in the slightest. Such surrender. She sighed and stretched, voice hiccuping as I hooked her thighs and fastened her close to my hips so that I wouldn't slip out of her. In truth, I should've retreated to offer the massage her arms needed, but even now she was rocking and twisting on my length and I didn't have the willpower to resist fucking her, at least with my stav, not when her body was begging for me.

I reassured myself that I was not thrusting into her, only letting my stav pump slowly. I bent forward, digging my fingers into her shoulders, working them in slow and thorough circles up to her neck.

"Ohhhh, that's lovely," Sonya moaned, hips moving a little more quickly.

I reached one hand down and swatted at her inner thigh. "Enough, or I will pull out. You will be fucked when I say you will."

I would've like for us both to be fucked right then, preferably with her ass high and beckoning my palm to turn it red and tender, but she needed ministered to right now, a balance to the demand of the chains she'd asked for.

"Yes, master," she said softly, blinking up at me and stilling.