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"Oh faster Owa," She begged. "Faster and harder, please love, faster."
Owa began thrusting faster and faster. He didn't fit all the way and was probably bruising her terribly, but so far, the magic had taken care of all the aches and hurts. After all, he supposed, leaving rape victims broken and bleeding did nothing to increase the army of whatever long ago wizard it had been who made this change.
With her voice hoarse from all the moans and panting, she cried out in one last climax and with a rush of lust and love she felt him orgasm inside her.
Dropping down beside her on his back and panting from the orgasm and the effort, Owa reached out and pulled her over against him. Soon they lay asleep, her head on his shoulder. Neither of them stirred when the tent flap was pulled aside and a large scaled head came into the tent and observed them.
"Fascinating" said Luskleor. "The old priest was right."
- COMMENTS
Kojoteabout 11 years ago...doesn't clam down the least. There's only one complaint: This one was rather short. ;-)
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoA very unique story that I thought did a great job in stepping away from the conventional fantasy settings. I for one appreciate such attempts in breaking the mold. Good work and a hope that the story continues.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoI vote and yea Orcs - onward and upward Author - reminds me of (hell I don't know) but you rite good stuff Loon (affectionately)!
More Orcs please he said loonlike (with a little dressing on the side?)
