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She could still taste him on her lips. Still feel him in her tummy.

Ava wanted more and her hands worked open his trousers so she could grasp the swelling thickness of his cock.

It was still damp with her saliva. His balls heavy and hot and his scent thick in the air.

Rorg’s tusk flashed as he grinned down at her. "Are you afraid, little elf?"

"Me? Oh, no," Ava purred, leaning up to him on tiptoes as he palmed her ass with hands that felt as though he had the strength to rip in her in half. "I was just wondering if I had time before the show to give you a little more of my gratitude."

"We will make time," said Rorg, his voice low and gravelly. "The opera will wait for us."

"I’m not sure that’s how it—aaaahhh!" Ava cried out as Rorg suddenly picked her up off the ground and slung her over his shoulder, her tits bouncing against his back as he cupped her rear with one hand.

He kept a firm grip on her as he carried her over to the nearest divan, flipping her onto her hands and knees on the velvet upholstery.

Ava gasped as she realized she was facing the window that overlooked the dancefloor and the bar.

Through the glass, Ava could see half-clothed women gyrating and men crowding the stage.

Rorg’s office was considerably darker than the floorshow, but a discerning patron might have just been able to make out Ava’s golden hair or her pale body on full display high above the stage. The idea made her smile with the naughtiness of it.

"They can see me," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.

He smacked a big green hand across her ass, rocking her closer to the window and make her tits swing.

"Maybe," he growled. "Let them watch. They’ll enjoy the show."

He flopped his huge cock down the crack of her ass, letting her be reminded of its incredible size and weight.

Ava sucked in a breath, bracing her hands against the glass of the window. Rorg pulled back and thrust forward again.

His bollocks bumped against her wet folds and sent a tremor of pleasure into her core.

Ava sang out with wordless desire. A single elongated vowel like she was warming up for the opera.

She arched her back, accentuating her rump and encouraging Rorg to thrust again down the valley between her cheeks.

His hot orc cockflesh throbbed and sent its heat radiating into the tender rim of her asshole.

"Most women tremble with fear when I am about to fuck them for the first time," chuckled Rorg. "You are practically begging for it. A true elf slut."

Ava didn’t mind being called a slut. Humans and other races seemed to take offense to the term, but elves considered similar titles to be complimentary.

A woman who was free with her sexuality and knew what she desired was a woman in command of her own destiny. But she had to admit a certain naughtiness to it too.

An acknowledgement of the attempt to degrade her. Use her. Reduce her to nothing but a tool of this male’s pleasure. It turned her on even more.

Ava kept one hand pressed to the window and reached the other between her thighs.

She felt the heavy weight of Rorg’s bollocks and she stroked them as she reached higher and grabbed his shaft. Rocked forward. Guided his cock to the throbbing folds of her cunt.

The huge tip that had stretched her lips pressed against her steaming pussy. She looked back at Rorg as the crowd below cheered as if in anticipation.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck this elf slut."

Rorg’s eyes flashed. His lip curled back in a tusk-baring snarl.

He grabbed Ava’s slender waist in his huge hands and thrust forward, through her fingers and into the hot, slick, yielding furrow of her cunt.

He buried the full length of his cock within her in a single stroke, his bulbous tip battering her back walls and rocking her forward until her face and swinging tips slapped against the window.

He pulled back, her pink inner lips clutching tightly to his massive member, and he slammed in again, once more sending her tits swinging against the window’s glass.

Ava could hardly believe it.

She’d been fucked by bigger cocks, but the combination of veiny girth, incredible length, and raw power were overwhelming.

She held the window’s frame with both hands to keep from plowing through the glass.

There was no stopping her soft, dangling breasts from slapping against it again and again.

Any pause in the music below and the crowd would surely hear the rhythmic impacts of her heavy tits on the window.

"Yes! You feel it now, Ava? I am no goblin! No human! I am an orc!" he snarled as he pounded his cock into her. Faster and faster.

Beating against her womb and slapping his tightening balls against her clit.

He would never confess it in the heat of his rut, but her pussy was incredible. Like none he had ever fucked.

Ava couldn’t stand the intensity of his furious strokes, pounding deep into her core and beating his muscular hips against her ass.

She cried out, her breath steaming against the glass, her hips working back against him as her pleasure was pounded to its peak. Her cunt tightened around him.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Rorg! Ooooh! Yesss! Fuck meeeee!" She sang out over the music in the club below. Waves of pure pleasure crashed into her shores. Hot nectar spilled from her cunt and down Rorg’s balls.

Rorg felt the luxurious silken walls grabbing his maleness. Her heat seeming to suck at him. Crave him.

"I claim you! I claim you now! Bear the seed of Boneripper!"

Rorg hilted inside her and his cock began to pump a hot flood of his seed into her clutching cunt. It drenched her womb.

It frothed along the fleshy piston of his cock. It poured from the tight seal of her pink cuntlips around his green shaft and dripped from his bollocks.

He thrust again and again. Pumping and pinning her trembling body to the window like a butterfly skewered in a collector’s case.

Feeling her own body tighten with orgasm, squeeze his masterful cock with quivering delight.

Rorg let out a long, heavy breath, finding himself panting, sweat gleaming on his bald head. He should have taken the coat off. Then again, rutting this elven slut while dressed in all his finery had a certain appeal to it.

"Ooooh, I think... think some people saw us," Ava panted as she looked down the window at the floor below.

Rorg chuckled, feeling how her pussy tightened around him at the thought. "Wouldn’t be the first time."

"Are you... ah... gonna do that at the opera?" Ava said.

Rorg grinned at the thought, giving her pussy another lazy thrust. "Hmm. Tempting, but that might be too much even for them. Besides, I’d hate to ruin the new dress you’ll be wearing."

"Oh right! Thank you for that," Ava giggled. "Um, how long will it take to prepare it?"

"Long enough for me to spend those last fuck bucks," the orc said as he began to saw in and out of her again.

"Mmmm..." Ava moaned as her plush breasts pressed up against the glass once more, her ass tightening as the orc’s brutal fuck stick renewed its assault. She giggled to herself. Rorg was so dumb. She’d forgotten all about charging him fuck bucks!

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