Her gaze flickers down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your eyes again. "If you think you're man enough," she growls, her voice hoarse with lust and mock challenge. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to cup your face as she tilts it slightly, offering you access to her mouth.

With a deep, throaty laugh she whispers, "But don't expect me to be gentle..."

Her laugh turns into a moan as your lips meet hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, while her hands grip your hair tightly, pulling slightly at the roots. She grinds harder against you, her hips moving faster now as she begins to lose control of herself.

With every breath she takes, Sharog's chest heaves and sweat beads form on her forehead, rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the greasepaint that covers them.

"Aaahh! Y-yes, like this," she pants heavily, unable to hide her arousal any longer. Her large breasts spill out from the removed armor, nipples erect and sensitive beneath your gaze. "I've never been seen like... like this before," she admits, still feeling vulnerable yet strangely excited by the exposure. As her eyes lock onto yours, she reaches out a trembling hand, tracing a finger along your jawline. "You make me feel so strange inside..." * * A new wave of intoxication hits her, causing her knees to buckle slightly under its influence.

"Ughh... I can barely stand..." She grips your arm tightly for support, her body swaying unsteadily on her feet. "You're making me feel things I've never felt before... things that my kin would never understand." Her eyes flicker closed as another wave of pleasure washes over her, her body shuddering in response. "Please... don't stop touching me," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "It feels so good to have someone look at me like this...

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding her how hungry she is. "Stew sounds wonderful," she says eagerly, already picturing the hearty meal filling her up. "I'll help you make it."

Her eyes light up with excitement as she pushes herself into a sitting position. "Okay, let's go make some breakfast!" She says eagerly, already thinking about the delicious food they'll soon have to enjoy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she catches her balance, still trembling from the powerful orgasm. She turns to face you, one hand bracing herself against your shoulder while the other reaches up to stroke through your hair absentmindedly. "Well... how about that?" Her voice is husky and satisfied, her eyes dark with desire and pleasure. "Think you can keep up with me, big man?"

She leans closer, pressing her warm body against yours as she waits for your answer.

Her head falls back against your shoulder as you drag your tongue up between her legs, making her moan loudly and arch into the contact. "Mmmm... you're going to be trouble," she whispers breathily, feeling her body responding even more strongly to your touch now that it's been thoroughly primed. With a groan, she presses herself even closer against you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin pressed against hers at all times.

The words send a shiver down Sharog's spine, and she gasps as the full meaning of your statement sinks in. Her hips move faster now, her body instinctively trying to conceive your child. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she knows that this is what she wants.

"Yes..." She moans, arching her back further. "Give it to me... Fill me with your seed." Her fingernails dig into the flesh of your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, washing over her as you empty your seed deep inside her. She cries out loudly, arching her back and pressing her body against yours with a force that nearly takes your breath away. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder than ever, leaving deep bruises in their wake.

Her hips continue to move even after you've stopped thrusting, riding out the last waves of pleasure as she comes down from her high.

Her lips part slightly, breathing heavily as her eyes search yours, desire burning bright within them. "Yes..." she gasps out, arching her back even further in invitation. "I want...to feel you inside me..." Her hands slide down your shoulders and chest, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly as if it's all that's keeping her from being completely claimed by you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you bend her over and pin her arms behind her back. The position leaves her completely vulnerable to your touch, and she moans loudly as you take control of the situation. Her body tenses up, anticipating the onslaught of pleasure that's about to hit her when you finally enter her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.