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F!Orc!Chief/F!Orc!Wives “A Stronger Hold” (5c/9a)

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Her gift did not take terribly much explanation, not when she was spread and wet under her wife, aching on the brink of orgasm. Presented before her was a cock; carved out of ebony with lovely ridges spiraling down the shaft, just as gorgeous and exquisitely carved as the sword she had been presented earlier. Attached to it was a mess of well tooled leather straps and onyx rings which didn’t immediately make sense until she noticed how they worked together and even more excited cream moistened her folds. It was a harness… so she could… Malacath. Durash fairly trembled as what she was beginning to recognize as Kharzu’s sadistic smile played over her lips.

All Durash could do was watch, quivering as Kharzo rubbed the thick tip of the toy between her slick folds, making sure the carefully crafted head’s gentle ridges fluttered across her clit. “I made this toy for you,” her forgewife whispered, rolling the ribbed toy over and over again through the tender flesh between her legs. “Made it while I aching waiting for my pretty chief to finally take me to her bed. I thought about this wet cunt all the time then, what I’d do if I got my hands on it, my mouth. How you’d sob and squirm, how I’d fuck you and you’d like it,” she accented that by rubbing the toy right across her sore button again.

“Hmmm… I don’t know... should we do this the first time though? I could always just use my mouth. What do you think, my chief? Do you want my pretty cock in you?”

After Kharzu had been teasing her with it, rubbing it between her swollen labia, brushing it against her aching opening, she couldn’t help but start feeling empty. She wanted her forgewife inside her. The thought of those ridges rubbing against her walls, and knowing already how well Kharzu could play with her, she couldn’t do anything but agree. “Yes, please, fuck me, Kharzu.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Durash watched in embarrassed anticipation as Kharzu watched her while she put the harness on. It should have been boring, like watching someone slip on armor, but instead she could hardly keep her hand from drifting downwards to touch herself as the blacksmith readied herself. Kharzu adjusted the black leather straps, but Durash couldn’t take her eyes from the thick toy bobbing between her legs. It wasn’t until Kharzu had her hips raised and was grinding the length against her wet sex while she thrashed that she realized that it wasn’t natural for onyx to be so warm, silky, or throb like it did against her pussy.

Almost seeming to pick up the thread her thoughts had taken, Kharzu chuckled. “I also may know a thing or two about enchanting,” the blacksmith rumbled before a groan shivered from her throat. She had already gathered that Kharzu liked to tease her, but Durash was aching, and she wanted them both to finally get off.

Indulging herself with the soft breasts swaying before her face, Durash claimed one of the nipples once more for herself. She sucked hard, and Kharzu’s hips gave an abrupt jerk, the forgewife finally faltering in her relentless rubbing. At last the older woman started to feel a similar desperation, and Durash felt the hands on her hips tightening.

“Naughty little chief… fine, if you want me, you’ll have me. But remember that you wanted it this way.”