"Bastard," I breathed, fighting my own exhaustion, my burning, aching, weary muscles, to rush to the end, to finish my orc and be done. "Oh, god, Khell, please."

My thighs were trembling, the ache growing to an almost unbearable fire. New tears slipped down from under the blindfold, over my cheeks. There was no pleasure in this.

Liar, I thought again, but this time at myself. There was a soft tingling running down from where Khell's claws traced my skin, into my cunt. There was the heady high of Khell's purrs and growls in my head, the sound of his grunt as I landed heavily on his lap, the hiss as I rose wobbling to his tip. But my body was too hot and too weary, and my head was deep in the fog of lack of sleep, too distant and shy of my own body in this moment.

I was hiccuping with tears and little moans, pleading whines to be released, gasping prayers for him to finish, when a hot wet stripe licked up between my breasts. I sighed at the new sensation, shivered as it marked its way to my collarbone, tracing up my throat to my jaw to taste my tears.

"My little petal is crying," Khell growled, but I was sure he sounded pleased. "Crying for her tender cocked lover when she now has me to please."

I was going to laugh at the notion of the Khell of yesterday being remotely considered 'tender cocked,' but then he thrust up, meeting my weak motions, and my breath caught in my lungs.

"Please," I gasped, sagging as he took over the motion, making me bounce on his lap.

"Do you give up, little petal?" he asked, licking more tears off one cheek and then another. "Do you want rest more than you want to please your beast? Are you too weak to serve your master?"

The sound I let out was too tired to be a scream as I forced myself into motion again, matching his fucking in a weaker echo, meeting his hips with a soft crash. Khell grunted, nipping at my jaw and then returning to tracing patterns on my chest. His cock inside me was a dull drumbeat, but that didn't stop it from echoing through my body, my bones, my strung out muscles.

"Never, beast," I breathed out, my own voice thin under the sounds of our fucking. "My cunt is yours."

I just wish I didn't have to put quite this much effort into you using it this morning, I thought privately.

My answer made Khell stiffen beneath me, until the soft claws on my chest were gone and an iron-strong arm banded around my back. Khell'ar hauled me up from the throne he'd been sitting in with a snarl, and the gravity of being trapped in his arms sunk me down to the hilt of his cock, drawing out a shout.