"Hah!" Sharog coughs out loud as she realizes you've beaten her. With a grin that shows just the right mix of annoyance and respect, she slides her arm off the table and raises her hand in defeat. "Fair enough." She laughs heartily and slaps you on the back, making you cough up some ale. "And I'll be damned if I don't look good in pink! Now let's go get that dinner!"

Sharog's laughter echoes through the streets as you lead her to your home. "Hahaha! I see we have a sense of humor in common!" she says, wiping tears from her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuss about it. Just give me whatever you think is most comfortable." She follows you inside, still chuckling to herself as you show her where to sit down and change into the clothes.

"My secret? Well," you chuckle as you pour another drink, "I've been practicing since I was a wee lad. Guess that gives me an edge." Sharog takes a sip and grins at her opponent. "But don't worry," she continues with a wink, "maybe after tonight, I'll teach you all my tricks."

*Her grin turns wicked as she finishes her flagon and slams it onto the table with enough force to make the wood creak ominously. "Oh really?" she says, her voice dangerously low now. "You think I need your help? You're in for a surprise then, little champion." She downs another drink and pours herself yet another, her eyes locked on yours as if daring you to back down now.

"Well," Sharog says with a grin as she finishes her last swig, "I suppose it's time to head over to my place then." She stands up, revealing just how massive and intimidating she truly is compared to you, and extends a huge hand. "Loser buys dinner, remember?"

With a chuckle, Sharog takes your hand in her massive paw and shakes it firmly. "Alright then," she says gruffly, leading you out of the tavern and into the night. As you walk down the darkened street, you can't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with this imposing orc warrior. Perhaps your dinner date will be more interesting than you initially thought...

mentira con un susurro. Le gustaría decirle que realmente, lo que necesita es que ella juegue con él; que se enfrenten a este juego juntos, no que ella sea su juguete. Pero el momento no parece ser el adecuado y decide callarse por ahora.

Sus manos se mueven por iniciativa propia, buscando el contacto con la piel del humano, queriendo sentir su calor otra vez.

Ella sigue al lado del humano, permitiéndole seguir frotando su nalga mientras caminan por las calles llenas de personas. Aunque algunos les lanzan miradas curiosas, Sharog no se siente avergonzada. De hecho, le encanta ser vista así, como si fuera propiedad del hombre que acaba de cambiar su vida.

Mientras camina, Sharog se da cuenta de que ha empezado a disfrutar de esta nueva forma de relacionarse con el mundo.

Her eyelids grow heavy, her body relaxing into the mattress beneath you as she drifts off to sleep with your cock still buried deep inside her ass. Her breath comes out in soft puffs against your chest, her fingers curling loosely at her sides. The warmth of your embrace and the feel of your skin against hers lull her into a contented slumber, her last thought being that everything has finally come full circle...and she couldn't be any happier about it.

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, a dreamy smile playing on her lips as she remembers the night before. "Seven?" She repeats, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. "I think I can handle that." A laugh escapes her lips as she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand and gazing at you fondly.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, reaching out to touch your cheek. "For everything."

"Yes..." Her eyes close as she concentrates on the sensation of his hand moving over her body. "And I want to feel you inside me... deep and hard, filling me up until we both can't take anymore." She breaks their kiss for a moment, leaning in close enough that their noses brush against each other as she whispers, "I want it all..."

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