His stav was fucking me but he held my hips firmly to his, and his mouth was latched to my left breast, suckling and kissing and nibbling. I'd already come once just like this with him feasting on my right breast, and I was certain he was working me to another release. Symmetrical bliss.

My thighs were sticky with cum, but Khell hadn't suggested a bath for me once. He'd made sure I drank water and ate, and then carried on fucking me in every possible position. Not rough, not like in the woods or in any of our games. He fucked me gently and thoroughly, making sure I was never too sore to keep going.

"Khell," I repeated, tugging gently on his braid. I'd seen him wince earlier when I'd had his hair in my grip while he ate me out. Either orcs had sensitive scalps, or I was rough on his braid.

Khell grunted, nuzzling his tusks against my breast but not stopping the slow draw of sucking on my nipple and then swirling his tongue in circles to soothe or torture me.

"How...how much time do we have left?"

That did make my orc pause. Even his stav stuttered from its rhythm inside of me.

"Not long," Khell rasped out against my breast, although I didn't know why his voice would be hoarse too. He wasn't the one howling at every orgasm, although he'd roared through quite a few.

I whimpered as he went back to licking and nipping my breast, but the sound was drawn out of my chest rather than Khell's teasing. Not long. Was that hours or minutes? Either way, this would be over soon.

It would never be enough.

We'd barely scratched the surface of…of my requests. Of what I wanted to do. And the list had piled higher the longer I was with Khell.

Khell's stav returned to its steady, almost metronome-like tempo inside of me, and his tusks pinched my flesh with his upper incisors, tongue flicking rapidly over my nipple until its tip was sharp and painfully tender and—

I came with a whine, squeezing on the swollen shifting rod of the stav pumping in Khell's cock, clasping his head in place, shivering and sweating and gushing on the mattress.

Khell pulled free of me before I could catch my breath. I sobbed at the sudden rush of cool air over my skin and my empty hands and cunt. His hands wrapped around my shoulders, twisting and turning me like his rag doll again, rolling me onto my belly. I was limp and too exhausted to be properly disgusted at the state of the bed, or of myself too. Khell's hands pet at my ass, and it didn't even occur to me to protest the idea of him fucking me there again.