Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

29: Want (NSFW)

The introduction of Captain Amos Velux to the show didn't receive the eager audience participation that Kahdreg hoped for. Though, they couldn't exactly complain. They sat, watching as Avicia teased her patrons with flashes of thigh and cleavage. She slowly stripped a little more off her body with every tip goal reached or dancing to the sensual music they requested.

Every so often, when Avicia turned away from the camera, they'd shoot her a wink. Which would earn them a pouty glower, before the woman went back to work.

With Kahdreg lounging back on her bed, awkwardness weighed down in Avicia's mind. They watched her, like an amused cat, as she danced and derobed layer after layer. Bangles and bracelets and shoes and multiple layers of gauzy gown.

And Kahdreg had yet to touch her, to do anything. Other than smirk insufferably and wink cheekily every time their eyes met.

Her body was strung tight, waiting for the orc to do something.

It wasn't until she had a single layer left - a transparent shift that may as well not be there - that someone asked via voice chat, "So, is Captain Amos going to do anything, or are they just gonna sit there like a creep?"

Before Avicia could reply, something snapped through the air. A sensation of restraint finally being broken. Strong arms suddenly grabbed at her, pulling her backward to the bed. She landed between Kahdreg's legs, their knees framing her on the sides and squeezing her with their thighs. One hand cradled at her breasts through the fabric of her gown as the other delved between her thighs. Kahdreg's movements caused the fabric to bunch at the juncture of her legs as their fingers sunk into the material, seeking her heat.

"Kah-" In her shock Avicia barely caught herself. With her heart still pounding, heat flooding her cheeks, she gasped, "Captain, what are you doing?"

"Darlin'," chuckled Kahdreg, their voice dipping low as they mimicked Captain Amos's way of speaking. The singular word made Avicia's stomach writhe with naughty delight and Kahdreg could feel her excitement, even through the fabric that divided them. Even with the snark on their lips, Kahdreg's own insides flared with delight. "You're in the wrong line of work if you're asking that."

"Capta–" Avicia's protest cut off with a gasping moan, arching into Kahdreg's fingertips as they dug into the fabric bunched around her. Their fingers dug along her slickened slit, a singular layer between them. Kahdreg's lips curved into a smile against the nape of her neck, making Avicia whimper softly. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, stifling her vocality.

Egged on by her attempts to quiet herself, Kahdreg yanked the hem of Avicia's shift upward, baring her to the webcam. Looking up at the computer screen, Kahdreg's smirk broadened as they drank in the sight of Avicia, exposed and - more importantly - in their arms.

Whether from experience or instinct, Avicia's feet propped onto the bed, knees spread, hips angling her pussy toward the viewers. Her face was flushed pink, even under the silvery paint, and her eyes glazed in a way that made Kahdreg's lower stomach burn. They wanted to see her panting, lips parted, back arching, lower lips glistening, body trembling and squirming. Like how they had her on the yacht.

The very thought made their pants grow tighter. With a swelling need, Kahdreg's two fingers delved unceremoniously into Avicia as their other hand groped and kneaded at her breasts. At once, her body sucked at their fingers, heat and moisture throbbing around the infiltration.

The onslaught of the penetrating digits was fast and deep, leaving Avicia twisting against them. Her own stomach churning with a scintillating thrill. Every movement of hers sent fire through Kahdreg. As if every brush of her shoulders, her back, her ass was like the graze of a torch against the orc.