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Rorg didn’t need to be asked twice.

The song was making him wild too.

He growled and yanked down the front of Ava’s dress, nearly ripping her bodice.

Her breasts bounced free and he filled his hands with her soft flesh as he kissed and sucked at her shoulder and slender neck.

Ava cooed and rode back against his lap, working her bottom against him as though his cock was already inside her.

It almost felt that way, her core fluttering with the Queen of Dawn’s song and her pussy dripping her nectar into her panties.

She was ready to cum before Rorg even had her skirt pushed up her slender thighs.

He dragged her panties aside and practically tore open the front of his trousers in his haste to get his surging cock out.

They kissed over Ava’s shoulder, his gold tusk rubbing her cheek.

He roughly squeezed her breasts with one hand and finally dragged his pants open.

His cock burst free of his shorts and thumped against her pussy and abdomen.

Ava cried out against his lips, grinding and sliding her ass against his lap.

Rubbing the hot folds of her pussy against his cock.

The Queen of Dawn hit a vibrating high note that strummed every cord inside Rorg’s body.

He knew he was a part of her magnificent performance.

There was no pretending he was better than the orgy of humans below.

He grabbed Ava’s thighs with both hands, lifting her up and dropping her onto his cock.

The hot, silky passage of her cunt yielded to his bulging tip to fit like a cutpurse’s glove.

Ava wailed as if in the chorus as she was filled with throbbing orc fuckmeat.

There was no need for her to ride atop Rorg.

She was flying, lifted by the music and by Rorg’s powerful hands.

Her tits bouncing as he used her cunt and watched her firm rear slamming down into his lap.

"Fuuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeeeeee!" she sang, her head thrown back and her golden locks tossed against Rorg’s shoulder.

He plunged into her.

His cock beating her womb.

His throbbing length driving in and out of her rippling cunt.

For Ava, there was no choice.

She was driven by the song and by Rorg’s magnificent cock beyond all self-control.

Her cunt twitched.

It squeezed.

It gripped at Rorg’s pounding pillar, but could not slow him for even a moment.

He roared with savage pleasure as he felt Ava’s tight elf cunt begin to cum upon his cock.

Her wetness soaking him and drenching his lap.

He stopped moving her and let her ride.

There was a fine spray of sweat on her neck and a bewitching cry upon her lips.

Ava had never felt such strange, caroming pleasure vibrating through her body.

Peaking with the high notes and plunging into wanton need with the lows.

The song ended and she slid from Rorg’s lap and onto her knees.

In the interval between scenes, she turned her face to him, grabbing his pussy-slicked cock in both hands.

"You haven’t cum yet," she croaked, her voice hoarse.

"Do you think you can make me?" he asked, leaning back in the seat.

Below, the patrons gathered their wits and began to dress.

Some fled in shame, but most resumed their seats to wait for the next song.

Rorg was not ashamed.

He smiled past his tusks as he watched the trembling elf take his cock in her small hands.

Her eyelids were heavy with her pleasure.

She moaned as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cock.

"I’ll try, Mr. Boneripper," she purred and took his bulging tip into her mouth.

Ava began to suck him, her thighs still shaking as she knelt before him.

Her tits out and quivering slightly as she began to bob upon his cock.

Her lips stretched.

The taste of precum and her pussy juices mingling on her tongue.

She bathed his swollen tip and pouted her lips against it, kissing lewdly and then sucking him again.

One hand was on his damp bollocks, massaging those fat, heavy, cum-filled stones.

The murmuring crowd quieted and the Queen of Dawn took the stage once more.

She was alone, her chest bare of clothes, but painted as though her breasts were an armored breastplate.

Her song was sad and lonely, but joined by the voices of several other women one-by-one, all clad in similarly painted costumes.

They conspired together against the prince at the behest of his cruel brother, planning to kill him, but the Queen of Dawn had fallen in love with the wayward royal even as she planned his murder.

The moment approached when she would be forced to either kill the man she loved or betray her conspirators.

Ava’s blowjob slowed.

Saliva wept down Rorg’s cock, mirroring the mournful song on the stage.

She leaned lower, licking and sucking his heavy bollocks.

Rorg cradled her head.

He stroked it.

She managed to fit one of his bollocks into her mouth, humming around it almost sadly as her hands both worked his wet shaft.

Rorg looked down in heartfelt appreciation for Ava.

She was so beautiful, those sparkling eyes and that golden hair.

She was like no woman he’d had before.

And such an incorrigible slut! She never looked better than with his cock in her naughty little mouth.

He lifted her up and growled, "Suck it now, elf. Taste me!"

"Y-yes," she panted, spit falling from her mouth and down her chin in glistening strings connected to Rorg’s fat cock.

She heard the song edging towards another crescendo and she leaned forward and stuffed Rorg’s cock back into her mouth.

Her brow furrowed and her eyes spilled tears as she slid down onto him, deepthroating that magnificent orc cock.

The chorus harmonized with the Queen of Dawn.

Rorg felt it in his belly.

His grip tightened on Ava’s head as she took his huge cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat.

She gurgled once around his girth, but recovered after only a moment and proceeded with the deep, voluntary throat fucking.

Her eyes staring up adoringly at him.

Her throat massaging him.

"Good," growled the orc, his fingers twisting in her hair.

"Goooood. Yes! Yes! You will drink my seed! Drink... drink Rorg’s cum!"

"MMMMMMM!" whined Ava as the cock half-buried in her throat began to twitch.

An instant later, the first hot spurt of cum pumped down Ava’s silky throat.

Rorg sagged into the seat, breathing hard and heavy.

He felt good.

More than good.

It had been a long time since he’d had a fuck like that, and something about the performance on stage had driven him even harder than before.

He felt drained, heavy, and he wondered if that was a bad thing?

He stirred as he heard the music from the stage wind down.

He blinked, lifting his head and peering from the box as the curtains whisked shut around the performance.

The man who had been with the Queen of Dawn suddenly appeared from beyond the curtains, giving a low bow.

He was dressed again in his princely uniform.

"Thank you, all of you, for coming," he said, his voice rising to the box.

"And I dearly hope you join us all for a special, royal presentation of the final movement of our performance: The Dawn of the Crown, opening in two nights. Please! Enjoy your evening."

Applause rose to meet this proclamation, and Ava lifted her head from Rorg’s lap, his cock popping from between her lips.

"Mmm. It’s over?"

"Guess so," the orc said.

"Gosh!" Ava gasped, jolting to her feet, making the orc start.

"Then, I’ve gotta get down there! I need to meet the Queen!"

"Eh?" Rorg said, staring blankly as Ava hastily tucked her breasts back into her dress, fluttering her skirt back down around her thighs.

The orc gaped at how quickly the elf recovered from the bone numbing orgasm he’d subjected her to.

He shook his head, marvelling.

So this was an elf.

No wonder the clans always talked about how wonderful they were as sluts.

"You are a marvel," the orc said in awe.

"If we were in the mountains, I’d collar you and keep you as my personal fuck toy."

Ava giggled.

"Oooh, that sounds fun!" she leaned in, giving the orc a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks again for the ticket, Mr. Boneripper!"

"Sure," Rorg said, grinning his golden tusk.

"Enjoy your interview."

"Thanks! See you around!"

"Hmmm. I think you will," Rorg grunted, watching Ava sway out of the booth, slipping away like a nymph through the curtains.

The orc sighed, easing back in his chair with a sated grunt.

"Ava Copperman," he mused, looking out at the dim theater.

He chuckled.

Yes.

He had a feeling he’d be seeing Ava around quite often indeed...

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