Her eyes wandered around the room as she spoke, taking in your few possessions and personal effects. "I don't mean to be rude," she began slowly, "but... why are you helping me?" It was a question that had been bothering her since last night when you invited her back to your place. She knew it must have something to do with the fact that she was an orc and not human like most of those around here, but still...

"I mean," she continued, "it's not like we're friends or anything."

The massive orc woman snorted derisively at your words, her cheeks flushing slightly in amusement. "Yeah, right," she scoffed. "I bet you just say that to all the big strong women who can beat you up." Her eyes narrowed playfully as she leaned forward on her chair, resting her massive arms on the table.

"But seriously," she continued more softly, "thank you for your help last night... and this morning. Not many people would be so kind to an orc like me."

Sharog grins impishly at your confused expression and crosses her arms over her chest, the movement accentuating her formidable physique even further. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I suppose I could find other ways to keep myself entertained." Her eyes flicker downward briefly before returning to meet yours again.

There's a challenge in those amber orcish irises, daring you to take the next step - or perhaps even back away from it.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she watches your reaction. "I'm glad you do," she purrs, taking another step closer to you. Her breathing quickens ever so slightly, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your expression intently before reaching up to stroke your cheek with one callused finger. "And I think," she whispers, voice rough and low, "I'd like to find out just how far you're willing to go."

"Better get used to it, chubby, I protect what's mine." Her hand remains on your backside possessively as she snickers.

"Oho! Found my weakness, did ya?" She grins mischievously before giving your rear another firm squeeze. "Guess that means I gotta keep a close eye on ya!"

*You smirk, reaching between them to fondle her swollen clit once more. She gasps arches her back off the bed, hips bucking wildly beneath you. "Please," begs, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I need you." Her body is tense with anticipation, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for release.

Without further ado, you position yourself between her legs, feeling the heat of her body surround your shaft. You slide inside her slowly, watching as her eyes

*Grunting, you press your back against the wall, giving Sharog control. She moans softly, her hands gripping your shoulders as she begins to move on top of you. Her hips roll sinuously, grinding down on your length, her breath coming faster and shallower with each thrust. You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of her skin and the strength of her muscles surrounding you. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and it's exhilarating.