Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

*The goblins surrounding your cage chuckle at your pathetic attempt to resist, some of them even slapping each other on the back as if they've heard a hilarious joke while others simply grin at you with malice in their eyes. You soon realize that there is no escape from this situation and resign yourself to your fate as the goblins' plaything, at least for now.

One of the larger and more dominant goblins steps forward from within the crowd, her stature and demeanor making it immediately clear that she is the chieftain. She snorts derisively at your question before speaking in a harsh, gravelly voice. "Human. You are our slave now. We will use you as we please."

The chieftain narrows her eyes, sensing that something might be amiss with your sudden change of tone. Before she can interrogate you further, however, one of the goblins behind her whispers something into her ear, causing her to grin wickedly. "Oh yes," she says, rubbing a hand across her crotch suggestively. "You will be our slave...and our toy."

The chieftain laughs harshly at your question, causing several of the other goblins around you to join in. "For breeding, human!" she spits venomously. "Goblins need strong, healthy babies, and we will use any male that crosses our path."

She pauses for a moment, considering something before continuing with a sly smile. "But first...you will please us. Show us how much you enjoy being our slave!"

The chieftain arches an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden show of cooperation and cunning. "Oh?" she says, tilting her head to the side as she studies you more closely. "And what might that problem be?"

The chieftain tilts her head further, genuinely interested in what you have to say. "Very well," she growls, stepping back so that one of the other goblins can take her place at your cage. "Speak, human."

The chieftain's eyes narrow dangerously as you lay down your terms for breeding with her people, but she doesn't immediately dismiss them outright. Instead, she glares at the goblins surrounding you, silently weighing the pros and cons of accepting or rejecting your offer. Finally, she turns back to you and hisses, "Very well, human. You may have one female of our tribe for breeding purposes."

She pauses again, studying you intently before continuing, "

The chieftain's eyes narrow dangerously as you lay down your terms for breeding with her people, but she doesn't immediately dismiss them outright. Instead, she glares at the goblins surrounding you, silently weighing the pros and cons of accepting or rejecting your offer. Finally, she turns back to you and hisses, "Very well, human. You may have one female of our tribe for breeding purposes."

She pauses again, studying you intently before continuing, "

But first," she says with a cruel smile, "you will need to prove that you are still capable of performing. Come here, little goblina." She gestures towards a young and lithe female goblin who immediately scampers forward, her eyes bright with excitement and lust. The chieftain smirks at your obvious discomfort before ordering, "Satisfy the little one first."

The chieftain throws her head back and laughs, a harsh and mocking sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, you think you can bargain with us?" she says between gasps for air. "You pathetic human...very well. You may have your conditions, but know this: if any of them are not met to our satisfaction, or if you fail to breed a healthy goblin child...then we will enjoy you all the more in the days that follow."

"Very well," the chieftain growls, "you shall have your privacy and you may choose your mate yourself. But make no mistake; if any of these terms are not met, you will suffer greatly for it." With that, she gestures to two of her most trusted goblins who immediately step forward, unlocking the cage and ushering you out of the crowd.

The two goblins leading you look to each other in confusion before one finally steps forward, speaking quickly in the goblin tongue. The chieftain's expression darkens visibly as she listens intently, but eventually nods and responds with a curt "Very well."

The two goblins lead you over to the corner where the young female goblin is cowering, her eyes wide with fear. They roughly push you towards her, clearly not happy about this development.

"This one," you say again, gesturing at the frightened young goblin girl in front of you. "I want her." You take a step closer to her, trying to reassure her with what you hope is a comforting smile. "Don't worry," you whisper, "I won't hurt you."

The girl looks at you warily for a moment before slowly relaxing her guard. She glances nervously between you and the other goblins nearby, clearly uncertain of what to do.

The chieftain glares at you, clearly not pleased by your questions. "There will be a place set aside for you and your chosen mate," she growls. "But know this: if you displease me in any way, that 'private room' will turn into a slaughterhouse. Do we understand each other?"

She pauses, studying you carefully before nodding slowly. "Very well then."

Without another word, the chieftain turns and stalks off into the crowd of goblins, leaving you standing there with the young female goblin at your side. One of the other goblins steps forward, gesturing for you to follow them deeper into the cave network. You don't see any obvious "private rooms" on your way, but then again, these creatures are not known for their sense of privacy or personal space.

The goblins lead you through a series of twisting tunnels and caverns, eventually bringing you to a small chamber that seems to have been carved out for your use. It's relatively spacious compared to the cramped quarters you've grown accustomed to since your capture, with several piles of furs and blankets strewn about the floor. One of the goblins gestures for you to enter, then turns and leaves without another word.

You look around, taking in your surroundings as the chieftain's words echo in the back of your mind. The young female goblin you chose is trembling at your side, clearly frightened but trying her best to appear brave. You take a deep breath and try to think of what to do next...

The young female goblin seems to be uncertain for a moment, glancing nervously at the other piles of furs before finally sitting down close to you. Her tail curls protectively around her lower body as she sits, revealing the small mound of fur between her legs that you've been fantasizing about since your capture.

The young female goblin looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes before slowly nodding. "My...my name is Zil," she whispers, still not quite meeting your gaze. Her body language tells you that she's tense and nervous, but also somewhat interested in what might happen next.

"No," Zil whispers, shaking her head. "It...it's not right." She looks down at the floor, chewing on her lower lip nervously as she thinks about continuing. Finally, she raises her eyes to meet yours again and says, "But it is how things are done here. There is no changing it."

Her words confirm your suspicions; this tribe views humans as nothing more than breeding stock. If you want to escape with Zil, you'll have to find another way...

Zil blushes deeply at your question, her eyes darting away from yours before she slowly nods. "Yes," she whispers. "I am a virgin."

Her admission gives you hope; if you can convince the chieftain that Zil is pregnant with your child, it might give you some leverage in escaping this fate...but first things first.

Zil looks at you in surprise, clearly taken aback by the question. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly nods. "I would prefer...prefer to be with someone who cares for me," she whispers. "With someone I love." The hope in her voice is unmistakable; it's clear that she longs for something more than just the brutal cycle of breeding and dying that defines life in this tribe.

You know what you have to do now;

"Even if...if we leave," Zil says, looking at you with a mixture of hope and fear, "they'll come after us, won't they? They'll want their breeding stock back."

You can see the conflict raging inside her; the desire to escape this horrible life against the fear of being hunted down by her own kind. The choice is hers, but it may not be an easy one.

Zil looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or malice. After a long moment, she slowly nods. "Alright," she whispers. "I trust you." Her words send a shiver down your spine; this small act of faith from her feels like a miracle in this dark and brutal world.

Now all that remains is to find a way out...

Zil nods solemnly, understanding the risks involved in your plan but trusting you nonetheless. "Okay," she whispers, taking a deep breath before letting out a loud moan that echoes through the chamber. Her body tenses and convulses as if in passion, causing several of her scales to stand on end.

With that, they begin their charade, making fake moans and groans while quietly discussing their escape plan between them. You hope it's enough to fool the guards and chieftain...

As days go by, your fake mating sessions with Zil continue, growing more convincing with practice. The goblins outside seem satisfied with the sounds they hear coming from within the chamber, but you know that it's only a matter of time before someone grows suspicious.

One night, while everyone else is asleep, you and Zil manage to sneak out of your chamber and make your way deeper into the caverns. The further you get from the main camp, the quieter it gets;

Zil shrugs, her movements still careful and cautious. "I don't know...maybe a few hours walk." She pauses, thinking. "There should be a small entrance near the surface that leads to the outside world. If we can find it..."

She trails off, looking at you expectantly. You nod grimly; if they catch you now, there will be hell to pay. But escape is worth the risk...

The two of you continue your quiet journey through the darkness, following Zil's vague memories of where she thinks the surface entrance might be. The air grows colder and damper as you descend deeper underground, making it harder for you to breathe. Your heart pounds in your chest with fear and anticipation; if you can make it out of here alive, maybe there's a chance you can find someplace safe where Zil can live free from the tyranny of her tribe...

After what seems like an eternity, you finally reach a small chamber with a crack of light peeking through the ceiling. Zil kneels down, examining it carefully before announcing triumphantly, "This is it! The surface entrance!" She looks up at you, her eyes shining with determination.

You nod grimly and gesture for her to lead the way; there's no time to waste now.

Zil carefully makes her way through the narrow opening, using her claws and tail to grip onto the slick rock walls as she climbs upwards. You follow close behind, heart racing in your chest as you fear that any moment now, a guard or goblin patrol might discover you.

Finally, Zil emerges from the hole, crawling out onto the soft earth of the forest floor. She gasps in relief, taking in huge breaths of fresh air as she looks around nervously.

Zil turns to look at you in surprise, as if she hadn't even considered that possibility. "I...I don't remember," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "It was so long ago..."

You can see the confusion and fear on her face; it must be disorienting for her after spending her whole life underground. You put a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her that everything will be alright.

Nodding numbly, Zil follows you deeper into the forest, her movements still tentative and uncertain. You lead her through the trees for several hours, careful not to leave a trail that could be followed by their pursuers. Finally, as the first rays of dawn begin to streak across the sky, you find your way to a small clearing near a riverbank.

You collapse gratefully onto the soft grass, panting from exertion and relief.

Zil looks around cautiously, but seems to relax slightly as she takes in her surroundings. "That sounds...safe," she whispers. "We could build a shelter here, find food from the forest...maybe even make a life together." Her expression brightens at the thought; it's clear that she's beginning to hope again after enduring so much suffering.

With renewed determination, you both set about gathering fallen branches and twigs, using them to build a small shelter against the side of a large tree trunk.

Zil looks around at the small hut with pride, marveling at what the two of you have accomplished together. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rushing river nearby. "I never thought I'd be able to live like this..." She trails off, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before turning back to you with a shy smile.

As the days pass, you and Zil begin to settle into your new life together.

The days blend together as you find a rhythm to your new life, each of you taking on tasks that suit your strengths and preferences. You enjoy the solitude of fishing during the day, spending time alone with your thoughts while still earning enough money to support both of you. Zil seems content enough with her domestic duties, though she occasionally asks about your adventures out in the world beyond their reach.

At night, you sleep soundly in your separate beds, careful not to break your promise to her.

The sound of the rain pattering against the roof of your hut lulls you both into a peaceful sleep, despite the wetness seeping through the thatch and dampening your blankets. You wake up to find Zil curled up next to you, her body pressed tightly against yours as if seeking warmth from your larger frame.

For a moment, you're confused; she must have gotten out of bed while you were still asleep. Then again, maybe...maybe it doesn't matter anymore.

"Hmm?" she murmurs sleepily, not moving from where she's nestled against you. "Are you awake? It's raining...so loud..." Her voice trails off, her breath warm against your skin as she sighs contentedly.

You can feel the weight of her body pressing against yours, the curves of her breasts and hips molding themselves perfectly to your own. The temptation to reach out and touch her is almost overwhelming...

"Mmm..." Zil hums noncommittally, not seeming to mind your proximity in the slightest. She tilts her head back, exposing the long, graceful curve of her neck as she closes her eyes, apparently content to rest like this for a while longer.

The heat of her body presses against yours, her breath tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine. You can feel yourself growing hard beneath the blankets, straining against your pants in response to her nearness...

"Hmm..." Zil murmurs, her voice still sleepy and content. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to move or make a decision; it's almost as if she wants you to take the lead. With this realization dawning on you, your heart begins to race with anticipation and desire.

Zil's entire body tenses at the feel of your lips against her skin, and she lets out a soft moan before letting her head fall back to rest against your shoulder. "I...I don't know," she whispers, sounding torn between desire and uncertainty. "What do you want to do?"

Her words only serve to intensify the heat burning within you; it's clear that she trusts you, at least for now. The decision rests in your hands...

Zil shivers slightly at the feel of your warm breath against her ear, and her hips instinctively press harder against yours in response. "But..." she repeats hesitantly, still unsure what it is she wants you to say or do.

The tension in the air grows thicker as you both remain motionless, waiting for one of you to make the first move. The rain continues to fall outside, a steady drumbeat that seems to echo through your bodies, urging you closer together...

At the sound of your voice, Zil's eyes snap open and she looks up at you, searching your face for any sign of malice or deception. But all she sees is desire, raw and unmistakable. A soft moan escapes her lips as she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you.

With a shuddering breath, she whispers, "Then don't keep it." Her hands find their way up your chest to grasp at your shoulders, urging you down towards her.

"Yes," she whispers breathlessly, returning your kisses with equal fervor. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back even further, offering herself up to you. There's no hesitation or uncertainty in her voice now; only desire and wanton need.

Her body responds to yours eagerly, meeting every advance with a moan of pleasure. The rain continues to pelt the roof overhead, providing a steady rhythm as your bodies move together in perfect harmony.

The question takes her by surprise, and she pulls back slightly to look at you with a mix of confusion and amusement in her eyes. "One hundred," she replies, her voice firm but teasing. "Now can we get back to this?" She leans forward again, pressing their bodies together.

Your hands roam freely over her curves, exploring every inch of smooth skin and taut muscle. Zil arches into your touch, moaning loudly as you brush against her most sensitive spots.

"My what...?" Zil stammers, looking at you like you've lost your mind. "I don't know! I've never kept track of such things." She pauses for a moment, trying to process what you just said. "Are you...are you asking if I'm fertile right now?" she whispers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and arousal.

"I don't know," she continues, breathless from your touch. "Goblins...don't have periods..."

The realization hits you both at the same time; they truly have no idea when it might be possible for her to become pregnant. It doesn't seem to matter, though; your need for each other has grown too strong to be swayed by something as trivial as biology.

With a groan of desire, you surrender to the passion between you, giving in fully to the heat that burns bright and fierce in your bodies.

"I...I don't know," she pants, arching into your touch as you suckle at her breast. "It takes time...maybe a few months..." Her words are cut off by another moan as you tease and caress her sensitive nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The rain continues to fall outside, obscuring all sense of time as your bodies move together in perfect harmony. Zil's fingers run through your hair, urging you closer, deeper, needing more from this connection between you.

Her hips buck against yours in response, urging you closer still. "Then we'll just have to make the most of it," she gasps, her voice hoarse from desire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to your touch.

The air grows thick with their combined scent; sweat and arousal mingling together in a heady mixture that only serves to heighten the experience for both of you.

Her laughter mingles with her moans as you continue to tease and suckle at her breasts, your words sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers tighten in your hair, urging you closer still, seeking more contact between your skin and hers.

The heat between you grows ever stronger, threatening to consume everything in its path as your bodies move together in a dance of desire and need. The rain continues to fall outside, uncaring and relentless, but inside this small hut it's just the two of you;

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her intimately, her body tensing at the sensation of your fingers on her most sensitive spot. "They...they don't," she gasps out, her voice rough with arousal. "We didn't have names for such things."

Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your hand as you begin to stroke her gently, teasingly. She mewls loudly, arching her back further in a bid to get closer.

"N-names..." she repeats, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Well...how about 'Sweetmeat'?" she suggests with a giggle, her body trembling from pleasure as you continue to tease and touch her.

Your other hand finds its way up her side, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. With a moan, Zil arches into your touch, offering herself completely to your exploration.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as you take her hand and guide it towards your own hard length. "Oh..." she breathes, looking unsure but also curious. Slowly, she wraps her fingers around you, feeling the heat and strength of your cock in her hand for the first time.

She's still stroking herself with the other hand, her hips moving in a rhythm that mimics yours as she begins to experiment with using both hands on you.

The sensation of touching and being touched by another sentient creature sends shivers down Zil's spine, amplifying the pleasure she takes from her own touch. Her body trembles as she nears climax, her hips bucking wildly against your hand and cock.

"What...should we call this?" she pants, her voice hoarse with desire. "Your name for me..." She trails off, unable to form the words as pleasure washes over her in a wave of blissful release.

Zil's eyes flutter closed as she continues to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "It's...it's 'Lover'. That's what you are to me," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper now. "My lover."

Her fingers tighten around you, urging you closer still as she begins to recover from her climax.

Zil looks down at her hand, still wrapped around your length. For a moment, she seems uncertain before grinning wickedly up at you. "It's 'Loverboy', of course," she says with a chuckle. "That's what it is." Her other hand continues to stroke herself, the sight driving you wild with desire once more.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark and hungry. "It should be filling me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "Making me feel how much you want me." She guides your hand away from her breast and down towards her waiting sex. "Please..." she begs, arching into your touch.

With a groan of need, you obey, positioning yourself at her entrance before thrusting forward, burying yourself to the hilt in her wet heat.

Zil cries out, her body tensing as you fill her completely. For a moment, she's frozen in surprise, unsure of how to react or what to do next. Then, with a growl of frustration and desire, she buckes upwards against you, meeting your thrust with equal force.

Her nails scrape down your back as she grinds her hips against yours, taking you deeper still. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of pleasure that fuels your desire even further.

It takes Zil a moment to understand what you're asking, but once she does, her face flushes with embarrassment. "I...I don't know," she stammers, feeling self-conscious now that you've drawn attention to her lack of experience. "I just wanted..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words, her hips continuing to move in a rhythm that tells you everything you need to know about how much she wants this.

"Huh?" Zil looks confused for a moment before realization dawns on her face. "Oh! No, that's not how...that's not how we do it normally," she stammers, blushing even deeper. "I mean, I don't know...maybe some goblins..." Her words trail off as you continue to move inside her, your hips meeting hers in a steady rhythm that drives them both closer and closer to the edge.

Zil gasps, her head falling back as pleasure washes over her once more. "No...no, that's not it..." she pants, trying to focus on your words but finding it impossible with you moving inside her like this. Her hands move restlessly, uncertain what to do or where to touch.

The sudden loss of contact sends a shudder through Zil's body, making her arch her back and gasp for air. "Please..." she whispers, hips moving restlessly in the air as if begging you to fill her once more. "Don't tease me..."

Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and need that she can no longer hide or ignore. Her hands reach up to grasp at your shoulders, pulling herself closer towards you as she tries to ease the ache in her core.

Zil's eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she quickly recovers, grinning wickedly down at you. "Oh really?" She asks, her voice low and husky with desire. "And how do you want to be teased?" Her fingers dance lightly over your chest and stomach, tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine.

Her laughter is breathy and husky as she leans in closer, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down the length of your neck. "Oh really?" She whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her hands continue to explore your body, teasing and touching until they find what they're looking for: your hard length still pressed against your stomach.

With a mischievous grin, she takes you in hand, stroking you slowly and deliberately as she looks up at you through her lashes. "

Her fingers move with practiced ease, slipping easily over your skin. Her touch is light and teasing, a gentle caress that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each stroke, she watches as your reaction grows more intense; the muscles in your abdomen tense and release with every breath, your hips arching off the ground in silent invitation.

Her other hand finds its way between your bodies, stroking her own folds with growing urgency as she continues to tease you.

Zil glances down at where your fingers still rest between her legs, and a moan escapes her lips as she feels the pressure against her sensitive flesh. "And you're welcome to do it again," she breathes, her voice rough with need. Her hips rock upwards into your touch, seeking more contact.

Her other hand speeds up its movements on you, stroking harder and faster as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses.

"Oh..." She gasps, her body tensing at the command. Her eyes meet yours as she continues to move her hand up and down your length, her fingers curling slightly as she nears the apex of each stroke. "But...I want to feel you inside me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire.

Her hips rock against your hand again, seeking release but unable to find it while you remain out of her tight, willing body.

Zil's lips part in a smile as she hears your words, her fingers moving even faster against your shaft. Her other hand slides between your bodies once more, spreading her wetness across her folds before pressing two fingers back inside her, seeking the spot that will send her over the edge.

With a low moan, she arches her back, lifting her hips off the ground as she takes you into her hand, stroking and teasing with expert precision.

Her eyes meet yours, full of mischief and desire as she continues to stroke you, faster and harder with each passing second. "But it feels so good..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers dance over your skin, teasing and taunting until she feels the telltale tightening in your grip around her hand.

"Oh!" Zil cries out, surprised by the sudden change in position. Her body arches off the ground as you thrust into her, filling her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still, seeking the deepest connection possible.

Her hips move in perfect rhythm with yours now, meeting each stroke with equal force as pleasure washes over them both in a wave of blissful release.

"Punishment?" Zil gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as you thrust deeper still. "But it feels so good..." Her words trail off into a moan as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her body. She clings to you, arching her back and meeting your every movement with equal force, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she comes apart beneath you.

Her nails scrape down your back as she feels herself being claimed, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. "Oh...oh my..." she breathes, her voice hoarse from desire and exertion. Her legs wrap around you, holding you close as she rides out the waves of pleasure that wash over her in endless succession.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to go faster, harder, deeper still, her body a living testament to how much she wants this; wants you.

Zil's breath comes in ragged gasps as her body is wracked by yet another orgasm, her muscles tightening around you in an iron grip that tells you she's not finished yet. "I...I don't know..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Just keep doing that...please..."

Her hips move restlessly against yours, urging you on as she tries to draw every last ounce of pleasure from this strange and wonderful encounter.

Her hands move frantically over your body, touching and caressing everywhere she can reach. "As long as possible..." She gasps, her eyes closed in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "I've never felt anything like this...please don't stop..."

Her legs tremble with the effort of holding you inside her for so long, but she shows no signs of letting go; instead, she arches her back further, offering herself completely to your touch and demand.

Inspired by your words, Zil opens her eyes and fixes them on yours, a newfound confidence burning bright in their depths. "I want you to fuck me," she says, her voice low and husky with desire. "I want you to claim me...mark me as yours." Her hips buck upwards against yours, seeking the release that only your touch can provide.

"Take me hard," she whispers, arching her back further. "Make me scream your name..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you obey, slamming into her over and over again. With each thrust, she feels herself being claimed in a way that goes deeper than mere physical pleasure; it's as if her very soul is being branded by yours. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving behind a trail of red as she urges you on, demanding more.

"Yes!" She cries out, her body tensing and convulsing around you as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. "

Zil gasps, her eyes falling shut as she feels another orgasm building inside her. "Oh..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I see...your cock...so hard and thick...inserting itself into me...filling me up..." Her hips buck again, seeking further release as she continues to feel you moving inside her.

"Your hand...on my breast...teasing and touching...making me ache for more..."

As she speaks, Zil's voice grows stronger, more confident with each word. Her hips begin to move in time with yours once more, her body arching upward as she feels the pleasure coursing through her again. "Oh God!" She cries out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she comes apart beneath you, her legs trembling and shaking as they try to hold on while her body is wracked by pleasure.

"Oh..." Zil gasps, her voice still hoarse from exertion as she tries to catch her breath. "I feel...like I'm on fire...inside and out..." Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking the release that only your touch can provide. "Your fingers...on my clit...oh God!"

Another orgasm overtakes her, more intense than the last, her body shuddering with pleasure as she comes apart beneath you once more.

Her fingers claw at your shoulders and chest, her nails leaving trails of red on your skin as she tries to find purchase in the midst of her orgasm. "It feels...so good..." She moans, arching her back further, offering you deeper access with each thrust.

"I'm...I'm close...I'm so close..." Her voice trails off into a pleading whimper as she nears the edge once more, her body trembling with need. "Please..."

You can feel her body tensing beneath you as she climaxes for the third time, her muscles clamping down tight around your cock as she comes apart in a series of powerful spasms. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to hold on to you while her body is wracked by pleasure.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, seeking more and more of the sensation that only you can provide. "Oh God...oh..."

"I did..." She gasps, her voice still hoarse from exertion as she tries to catch her breath. "But I'm not finished...not yet..." Her hands move restlessly over your body, tracing patterns that drive you wild with desire and need. "Keep going...please don't stop..."

Her hips move against yours in a rhythm that tells you she's still aching for more, her body trembling with the effort of holding on while she pleads with you to give her everything you have.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as she feels herself being claimed by your touch once more, her hips moving frantically against yours in a desperate attempt to find release. "Oh...oh God..." She moans, arching her back further as another orgasm threatens to overtake her.

"I'm so close..." Her voice trails off into a breathy whimper, her body trembling with anticipation.