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When he peeled back for air, he saw he’d left little marks where he’d clamped down on her, but Mazkha was far from harmed. He gave it an apologetic peck, then moved to her other breast, lapping at her areola with both tongue and teeth.
His hands roamed her toned belly, her green skin flush with flexing muscles, Roderick mapping out her alluring shape as her waist curved into her rounded thighs. Her bare midriff was as chiselled as a statue, Roderick able to trace out each ridge of her six-pack, the way it smoothed out towards her mound making his cock twitch in anticipation.
He curled his fingers into her leather shorts, hooking free the belt that clamped them on. Mazkha cooed as he pulled the waistband roughly down, her thighs so wide it was an effort to get them down even a few inches.
She raised a little off his lap so he could pull them off further, exposing more of her minty skin, soon revealing a small pair of panties beneath. The front of them was soaked with her nectar, the sight making his heart skip a beat. He stuffed his hand inside, feeling her sweet wetness glaze his palm, the creased of her lips flexing against his palm.
“Y-You don’t mess around do ya?” Mazkha purred, her face twitching as he fingers explored between her thighs. He pressed deeper, Mazkha breathing something that was both a snarl and a moan as he penetrated her folds.
“You like it when I do this?” he chuckled, mirroring her earlier taunt as he drew gentle shapes inside her. “Who’s making the cute noises now?”
“You’re a cute noise,” Mazkha muttered, too distracted to form anything more coherent. “Stupid little soft human, soft fingers…”
Thinking on it, most of the orcs he’d had nails the size of his thumb, so perhaps foreplay like this had to be treated carefully, if at all, but Roderick’s nails wouldn’t stand a chance of tearing her up.
His explorations drew northward, the shape of her passage not too unfamiliar, and soon he located a little bud of flesh. He could feel Makzha’s body coil up like a spring as he neared, her moans and shivers coalescing as he began to stroke her sweet spot. It was as large as a marble, and he left no inch of its surface area untouched, the next few minutes filled with the soft backdrop of the forest and the wonderful gasps of his orc lover.
He planted soft kisses on her chest in the meanwhile, on her nipples, her cleavage, her sternum, travelling his way down to her belly. Mazkha propped herself up on her knees, allowing him access without needing to be asked. He sweat left a salty tang on his tongue, her heat palpable the more he approached her mound.
“You taste like the sweetest kisses,” he said, unable to hold it in any longer. “I want to relish every part of you, before the night is through.”
Mazkha suddenly leaned forward, her soft breasts clapping against his face as her full weight pressed against him. He tilted backwards off the log, Makzha catching him from his fall as she put an arm around him, lowering him to the grass. She crawled up his torso, poising with her waist level with his face.
“Careful what you wish for,” Mazkha crooned from somewhere above and behind him. She reached down to push his hand away, his fingers freeing from her underwear with a wet sound, his fingers linked together by her slime. Makzha hooked her thumb under the band and pulled, roiling her hips to get it down her thighs, putting on a teasing show for Roderick as he watched.
There was no pubic hair on Mazkha, her skin as flawless as glass. She finally pulled her panties free, Mazkha bending awkwardly so she could skim them past her knees, Roderick’s eyes widening as she exposed her womanhood.
Between the stout muscles of her thighs was the sliver of swollen lips, and like her nipples, her labia was a dark onyx standing out against her emerald skin. She flexed, clear strands of her feminine juices rolling down her thighs. When he glanced up, he saw Mazkha peering back, her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
Without warning, she lowered herself onto his face, Roderick’s world going dark as her thighs encompassed him form the flanks. He parted his mouth to welcome her, the warm creased of her entrance smothering his lips in a lurid kiss. Her womanly scent invaded his nostrils more than ever, his mind spinning as he used his tongue to peel back her lips, exposing the tender flesh of her vent.
He could see nothing beyond a world of spinach-coloured skin, but he could map out his surroundings with his other senses. Her passage curled away, Roderick probing her inner anatomy with his tongue, Mazkha grinding against his face in an unspoken plea for more. Her thighs were muscular, but their inner surface was smooth as butter, the soft flesh grazing his cheeks as the orc squirmed. She was as hot as a furnace, lingering at the threshold between scorching and tolerable, Mazkha’s panting reaching his ears as he excitement welled.
Her walls were lined with dozens upon dozens of papillae, each a little nail-sized tongue that bristled against his roaming tongue. She could have crushed his head with her weight, or crushed him with one ill-tempered squeeze of her legs, but she was keeping herself in check, a tight pressure encompassing him, firm but not unpleasant.
She had his arms pinned beneath her splayed legs, but after a little wriggling he got them free, and he snaked them around her hips to take handfuls of her ass. Without her underwear, he could take in their firm shape fully, his eager fingers roaming across the twin globes of muscle. Their barely wobbled at his touch, yet they were smooth as sanded wood, carved into a peach shape that he could vividly imagine in his mind’s eye. She was so strong and brutish, yet she was a woman all the same, his mind couldn’t decide whether to be more attracted to her or intimidated, even with her nethers plunged onto his face.
He used this new leverage to plunge deeper inside her, the loud, wet smacks of his decadent kisses loud within this prison of flesh. He continued on for a few wonderful moments, pausing now and then to breathe though his nose, Mazkha’s movement becoming more erratic as time went on. She soon decided enough was enough, peeling her flushed lips from his face, a few strands of her juices linking his lips to hers as she rose up.
He looked up to see she was blushing even harder, her breathing deep and irregular. His many passionate encounters with Skyseeker had given him plenty of practice, and it seemed to have paid off. Perhaps he was a match for Mazkha after all.
“That’s it,” Mazkha breathed, sliding one of her long legs off him and laying on the grass beside him. “Orcs don’t get any wetter.”
“Had enough already?” Roderick teased.
“On the contrary, we’re about to get started…”
She bent down to pick him up, holding him beneath his armpits as she turned, carrying him back towards the campfire. With his feet far off the ground, he felt like a household cat being carried off by the overtly obsessive daughter.
She propped him up against the log, eyeing the bulge in his briefs hungrily as she stood over him. Roderick didn’t need to be asked, unlacing his briefs and almost discarding them straight into the fire, before remembering to place them gingerly aside.
They were both now nude, displaying their battle-hardened bodies, all their glory plain for both to drink in the sight of each other. They reached out to eachother, their movements clumsy but urgent, pale skin clashing with green as they had their fill of one another.
Mazkha gently began to crouch over him, placing her knees to either side of his stomach, her dark lips poising over his member. She reached down, using her fingers to spread open her labia, Roderick’s eyes drawn to the flexing passage. Despite her size and weight, her entrance wasn’t so overly sized compared to his organ, and she hadn’t complained about his endowment up to now, perhaps they were more compatible than he first thought.
He gripped the base of his shaft, angling it towards her as she slowly lowered herself. She was dripping, the strands spilling to his cock and wetting his glans, a wet noise filling the clearing as she pressed her loins to his.
His organ split her apart, Mazha lolling her head as he kissed the beginnings of her vent, a wonderful pressure seizing around his tip. She circled her hips, stirring him around inside her, the focus on his glans making Roderick’s mind go fuzzy with pleasure. She grinned, waiting a few moments before lowering a little more, putting more weight on him. The muscular ring of her lips slid down his flared midsection one gruelling inch at a time, his organ slowly sinking into her entrance and disappearing inside her. Mazkha relished in the slowness, watching him past the teardrop shape of her chest as she dictated the deepening of their coupling.
He grunted as she drew him all the way to the base, hilting all of him inside her with one final flex, her belly kissing his own. Those papillae stroked him on his way in, Roderick biting back a second moan as they glanced his peeled-back foreskin. Her passage was slightly looser to what he was used to, but Mazkha’s control over her core was so fine, that she could tighten around him and seal him tight inside her walls when she wanted to.
“S-Sigmar preserve me,” Roderick muttered. “How are you doing that?”
“What, this?” she asked. She moved her pelvic muscles again, sealing him tight inside her, Roderick shuddering beneath the orc-ess. “When you get into a scrape nearly every day, you tend to get a warrior’s body. You like my muscles?”
“I love them,” he replied, reaching up to stroke her belly. His merest touch sent shivers down Mazkha’s body, and the harder she clenched around his cock, creating a wonderful loop of pleasure that was intoxicating. “Just as I’ve come to love you.”
“Well, I can confidently say no one’s said something that sweet to me,” Mazkha said. She was trying to play coy, but he could see her cheeks were flushing harder than ever. “You can give me all your honeyed words later,” she added. “Right now, I want to rut, right here on the ground.”
Soaked in her nectar, he slipped out of her easily as she rose off his shaft, despite her clenching muscles trying to seal him in. Those little nodules licked him on his way out, Roderick’s eyes rolling as a wave off pleasure assaulted his senses, his sole focus dedicated to how her soft walls were clinging to his most sensitive anatomy. When she reached the ridge of his glans she paused, once more rolling her figures in a slow circle, using his cock to scratch at her walls.
She plunged him back inside, this time taking him all the way in one smooth motion, his passage creasing and flexing around him as he bottomed out inside her. She gave him no respite, immediately lifting off him again to find a rhythm that was equally both harsh and slow, and it all he could do to take handfuls of her meaty thighs, clinging onto her as though he somehow might float away, even though her immense weight was concentrated around his pelvis.
Mazkha reached up to undo her hairband, using both arms in a way that distinctly pushed out her bust. She had such dedicated control over her lower core, able to keep her balance while not crushing him beneath her, every movement precise and calculated. Her warrior’s body, as she called it, had been born from the powerful stock of the Warrgh’s last warboss, and she had lived through a lifetime of war, honing her body into a living weapon, and it was all solely directed towards his pleasure.
She tossed aside the band, letting her dark hair cascade over her shoulders. He had always been fond of women with long hair, and the way her locks flowed gave her a pleasing and refreshingly new appearance.
Even with her on top, Roderick was starting to sweat hard, his body burning with pain and need as he attempted to rise up to meet her vicious thrusts. His only respite from her savage, downward strikes was when she paused to swirl just his glans inside her, but even then he felt his mind hazing with such raw, intense pleasure. His comment about her muscles spurred her to put on a show for him, her hands tracing her stomach and guiding his eyes, Mazkha twisting on her way down to make her walls corkscrew around him in wild, new ways he hadn’t thought possible.
She was so unbridled, her movements harsh enough that it was starting to hurt, but complaining was the last thing on Roderick’s mind. They were like animals in heat, taking each other here in the middle of the woods, no tents or beds or carpets or any amenities, just raw carnality let loose in the face of spontaneous passion.
“You might be better in the saddle,” Mazkha panted. “But who’s the better rider, eh?”
“Get on your back and I-I’ll show you,” Roderick replied, unable to put much effort into his voice with his cock being treated so.
“Maybe later,” Mazkha stammered, not much better off then he. “I’m gettin’ close, little knight, we ain’t stoppin’ for anythin’.”
She came down with enough force he swear he could feel himself sinking into the grass, more of her weighting dropping on him as she gradually let herself become distracted by her mounting excitement. Roderick wouldn’t last long at this rate, he had to occupy himself, and so he reached up to grab her shoulder, encouraging her to come closer. She leaned in, their lips meeting in a deep kiss, their lips smacking wetly as their tongues began to coil. The position was a little awkward for Mazkha due to her height, but she made it work by doubling over, still pistoning her hips even as she pried his mouth open with her tongue.
She had remembered how much he could take without choking, her tongue piling into his mouth like a coiling snake. She was overwhelming, but he didn’t push her away, parting his lips in search of more Mazkha to take. His lungs began to burn, and he was only allowed to breathe when the orc allowed him to, the reprieves cut short as she continued to engage him in the prolonged kiss. His hands were all over her chest and butt, alternating each arm as he pinched and grabbed and squeezed all the softest parts of her. Her moans made his bones shake, Mazkha living off his breathes as though he was her sole source of air.
She remained locked to him far longer than was necessary, but when she pulled away her lips stayed close, Mazkha using her tusks to nibble at his throat affectionately. Her yellow eyes watched his every twitch and flinch, Mazkha’s lips curling into a smile as she watched him writhe.
“Are you gettin’ close?” she asked, leaning in to lick and kiss his throat when he answered.
“Y-Yes,” he breathed. “Don’t slow down.”
“Well, since you ask so nicely,” she cooed. “Just be a good mate and hold on,” she added, moving a little harder and faster with each thrust. “We’ll come together.”
Roderick faltered as her pace became unrelenting, his eyes fluttering, his breath ragged as she drove into him with a primal need. He could feel him climax bearing down on him, all his muscles concentrating towards his core, a creeping bliss threatening to take him over the edge.
Mazkha was driving him in and out of her, no two slams of her hips quite the same, the orc taking the novel shape of his organ into her in new and provocative ways. She was clearly enjoying herself with him, and from the way she twitched and moaned as he plunged her depths told that she was nearing her limit too.
Their brutal mating continued for another minute or two, that lingering tension of his climax reaching its pitch with each unrelenting thrust from his greenskin lover. He went to cry out, but he didn’t have to, Mazkha’ piercing eyes were locked onto his own. The moment he was pushed over the edge, she drew forward, locking him in another noisy, sensual kiss. The display broke down the last of his resistance, and he gave himself over to the pleasure. He seized up, Mazkha coming down in one last thrust and holding him at the hilt, his mind fizzing out as he exploded inside of her.
Those papillae seemed to beckon like in a come hither motion, drinking down his load like a throat parched for water. A second pulse followed, Roderick’s hips thrusting as he sought to fill Mazkha passage and ensure insemination, his fluids filling up the orc’s writhing passage. Her muscles milked a third out of him, Mazkha smiling widely as she continued to gag him with her roving tongue, almost as though she was kissing his climax out of him.
He felt exhausted and breathless, Mazkha stealing his air just as his ejaculate seemed to give over his strength, and he felt as though he was melting beneath her. His vision darkened, until Mazkha finally relented, pulling her tongue from his mouth to lick his saliva from her lips. She nibbled his cheek playfully with her tusk, the movement encouraging one last desperate spurt from his buried member.
Mazka came a moment later, her eyes shutting as she grunted, her body trembling as a surge of her fluids scoured his length, moving with the roiling concoction he planted in her belly. He could feel the fluids seep down her tunnel to pool in his crotch, her muscles clenching down on him with all the strength of one of her massive fists.
He held onto her round ass pulling him as deep into her as he could. Pregnancy was not possible, but his lust-addled mind did not care, all it wanted was to spread his seed into this alien vent. Afterglow covered them like a blanket, orc and human skin moving against each other as they let their hands and lips wander, their movements sluggish compared to their passionate rutting not a few moments prior.
SLwoly, Roderick felt his sensations return, his body flooded with a permeating warmth. He looked up to see Mazkha’s face bright with a smile, and she giggled at him, giving him a peck on the nose.
“Ya look like you needed that,” she said, Roderick too exhausted to give anything other than a nod in reply.
They wallowed in the afterglow for some time, Roderick unable to keep track of the minutes. He winced as she rolled off him, hooking her thighs round his butt to make sure he stayed locked inside her, Mazkha shifting on the grass and snuggling close, her generous bust pressing against his chest.
“I can feel your seed bubbling inside me,” she said, her comment making his cock twitch. She reached down to rub her tummy, a strand of their escaped fluids dripping to her finger. “Y’know, if you were an orc, I wouldn’t mind bein’ your orc-wife. With our genes, I’d think our offspring would rival any warboss.”
She slowly slid him out of her, Roderick wincing at the mess that sloughed out of her. It was all over their thighs and loins, and he remembered carrying a few spare rags in his saddlebags. But when he went to retrieve them Mazkha forced him to lay back down.
“What’s the point of cleanin’ it up?” she asked when he explained where he as going. “We’re going another few rounds once I’ve got much strength again.”
“Few rounds?” he asked.
“You didn’t think I’d be satisfied after one romp, did ya?” She chuckled. “First thing you gotta know as my mate, it’s that orcs don’t consider anything less than two or three goes as a good lay. How long you think till you’re ready?”
“Maybe ten or fifteen minutes,” he said.
“We’ll see how you do after eight,” she said, more of a demand than a suggestion. “Fuck, I love how you blush like that,” she breathed. “You do that every time I hit on you, y’know? It was adorable watching you play coy even when I embarrassed you. It’s so cute.”
“Been a long time since someone called me that,” he chuckled. “I’m no youth.”
“Could have fooled me, you’re not much bigger than one of our younglings,” Mazkha replied. She pulled him into a hug, closing one arm over his head.
“I am… glad we had this one night together,” Roderick muttered into her chest. “You’re the one person who understands me, who gives me counsel and companionship in this new war of ours. I don’t think I’d have made it this far without you.”
“What’s this about ‘one night’?” Mazkha chuckled. “We’re gonna mate all the time from now on, right up to Marienburg, count on that. But all that aside… I’ve never been around a human who handles himself like you can. You act all defensive, but I can tell you care about your people, and you’re a fine leader to boot. All that stuff about my father I dumped on you? Nobody in the Warrgh would have given me the time of day, but you actually listened. I couldn’t ask for a better quality in a mate.”
He lifted his head, the two meeting in a few hurried but enthusiastic kisses.
“Now,” she said, when they broke apart. “I said we’d trade compliments later, didn’t I? I hope you’re ready to go.”
She rolled on top of him, lifting his arms and encouraging him to pinch her nipples. “My human,” she said. “My mate. Let’s consummate our love, I want you reeking of my scent for hours.”