The Prison Realm

The Fall

Garin and I finally closed in for a kiss, and it was just as good as before. We pressed together, tongues intertwining in a perfect rhythm of push and pull, each movement more intense than the last. The kiss deepened, and soon Garin started to rumble, a low growl vibrating from his chest.

"I need you to be sure," he muttered between breaths. "I don't think I can stop myself if we carry on this way."

Before I could respond, he ripped off my shift, yanking it overhead with such force that I heard something tear-but I didn't care. I reached for his tunic, pulling it over his head with shaky hands, my body screaming with relief. There was no choice anymore, I told myself. I had to do this, for me, for my friends.

It was just a perk that it also felt like pure ecstasy to be touched by him, to be worshipped by this orc.

"I need you. Take off your pants," I murmured, my voice thick, sounding almost drunk with my own excitement. Garin pulled back just enough to undo the ties at his trousers. The strings loosened, and the waist hung low on his hips, parting where that dark trail of hair disappeared beneath the fabric.

He was such a sight.

Without hesitation, I reached for the waistband of his pants, tugging them down over his hips. The sun was just beginning to disappear over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over his body. My mouth watered at the sight of him, illuminated by that fading light.

He's mine, I realized with giddy hope. I'm going to do this and its all going to be okay.

And just as before the horrible world fell away leaving only two people and an endless potential for temporary bliss. I wasn't even sure where to begin, so I let my hands make the decision for me as she could see the orc stiffening under the leather material. I reached for him, pulling his cock loose.

His piercing.

How could I have forgotten about that?

Garin hissed as I boldly traced the pad of my finger over his length to the golden ring and sphere at the end of his cock. His people must have some similar customs because he appeared to be circumcized as well. The prominent vein on his shaft disappeared into the nest of black hair at his base. I hadn't really found a reason to stare at a dick before. I'd much rather touch and use than admire them, but this man's body was such perfection that it seemed owed some reverence.

Simply put, he was beautifully built. His lean body was chiseled into a muscular structure formed from someone naturally strengthened by a physical life rather than someone who worked out at the gym. His sculpted body was better observed in the slight movement of his chest when he breathed and the contraction of his bulky shoulders as he tossed what remained of our clothes away.

"Woman, if you do not touch me I'm afraid that I cannot be held responsible for my spontaneous combustion," Garin said. Her eyes traveled up to his, a teasing smile on her lips. "I can feel your eyes on me."

"We can't have that," I said.

And I reached for him.

Garin caught my wrist before my hand could touch his cock and gently held me firm.

"Spare me, wife. You're smaller than an orc. I need to make sure you're ready for me."

His big hand released mine and pushed be back to lying down. I knew this position well enough with our last encounter. So I relaxed into the ground and allowed him to settle himself above me. Last time the orc looked desperate, tortured, and uncertain, like a starving man suddenly presented with a bounty.

This time?

This time, he was smiling, relaxed, and maybe even a little victorious. His hand grazed over my chest, gently encouraging me to rest my arms by my sides, and then his big hand skated over my skin to between legs, to the side, opening me to him. A brief twinge of anxiety skittered over me. We'd been traveling all day. I hadn't been mystically cleaned like I had the day before.