[ Oooh, she's incredible. Fjord is no virgin but he hasn't been with anyone as pretty, soft, and encouraging as Aphrodite. It's a drug straight into his ego, a direct line of confidence as she wraps her legs around him and drags him in for a grind, spine-meltingly hot and so wet around his cock that he thinks he falls a little in love with her then and there. He wouldn't be surprised if other men have, she's a treat for anyone with a dick. She makes him stupid. ]
Fuck, you feel so good.
[ He could enjoy the way she looks from up on his knees but instead he follows his instincts and wraps an arm around her waist to take her weight and ensure she's all his, holding her up against him as he starts to fuck her slowly, hips rolling to draw out to the tip and force those pink walls to take him all over again, the tight pussy sucking him in as hot as the sun on the coast and, damn, he's always loved being warm over cold.
The tickle of her fingers over his beard and through his hair have him growling throatily.
He kisses her deeply, falling into a steady rhythm to get her used to being with him. If Fjord is tender with her he can't help it, Aphrodite draws out all his protective urges, something about her curves pressed against him and her sweet floral scent under that of her arousal. It's maddening. ]
[It's a joke but there's a breathless quality to her voice that suggests maybe not. Dealing in sex as a trade, she's well familiar with letting a man take his pleasure from her – from the young men who groped her breasts and spilled their seed between her thighs too early, to the brutish who liked the pretty noises she made while they rutted themselves to exhaustion. Possessive lovers, confident lovers. Each one ended with her silent exit from their sleeping forms and her own bed, to wash up and find some peace before the next one.
But it's different like this. With him. She's never had a man hold her like she was something precious, so soft and yet solid. Invading all of her senses like she belonged to him. The stroke of his cock inside of her pushing the breath right out of her all over again with the second stroke, those pretty ridges pushing back inside and sending a tremor up her spine that makes her legs shake. He was going to ruin her. Not because of the size of him (though future patrons would have to suffer the pain of comparison) but because there was no feign in her moans as he fucked her slow. He branded her with the way he held her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding – no, clinging to him like she might be able to leave her mark on him just the same.
She'd heard about whores that fell in love with a patron. She understood now.
Kissing him back, she starts a slow thrust of her tongue into his mouth, smiling around it when she matches his pace,] I love that noise. [Fingers go through his hair, then tug lightly, wanting to get another growl out of him.]
[ She curls around him and she smells like sex incarnate, sweet and salty, invading his senses. When she murmurs about liking his growl he inhales and lets another rattle around like gravel in his chest as he presses her down, running through him from chest to dick so she can ride the vibrations. She's so tight and wet, it has him feeling like he might kill anyone who interrupts them since there is nothing more important than filling her with his come.
The vibrations of a growl cease when he kisses her, rocking into the cradle of her hips. She's beautiful, just the sight of her has his dick twitching. ]
I want to take you the orc way, Aphrodite. I want to breed you.
[ Gods, her cunt is molten hot, she has his lip curling. ]
Please tell me you have potions to stop that happening if I come inside you because I need to, baby.
[While she's grown accustomed to his size, the ridges of his cock makes certain she feels every inch of him. From his scent to his sound to the rhythmic motion of her bed rutting against the wall, he owns her entirely. To hear that he wants to breed her nearly has her undone, her body clenches tight around him which only serves to ruin her farther and there's a shudder that rolls down her body, her breath stutters around the crest of an orgasm.]
Gods. [The sound punches out of her. Typically the idea of being impregnated by a client is sobering, and of course she takes precautions with every client, but the way he says it. She knows he can feel how much it turns her on; his cock is dripping with her juices, she can feel it too.
To his question though, she nods so that there's no confusion, but her voice is hoarse with need when she murmurs against his lips,]
Is that what you need, darling? To fuck me until my belly swells with your seed?
[ The noise that leaves him when she seizes up, so sensitive that he can feel it around his cock, has him steeling his limbs so he doesn't shiver too badly. Her lips are soft as they ghost under his and he smiles, flushed with the exertion of holding back his eagerness and steadily making love to her, slow and deep. It feels altogether far more intimate than any other women he has been with, rocking his hips as they hold a lustful gaze. He thought she was beautiful before; it doesn't compare to the sight of her as she takes him.
His dick twitches when she teases him as if to answer and he drives in, pinning her to the bed as he gathers her up in his arms, kissing down her neck. Fjord's instincts tell him to take her and make Aphrodite his own, only his, but also to cherish her. ]
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Fuck, you feel so good.
[ He could enjoy the way she looks from up on his knees but instead he follows his instincts and wraps an arm around her waist to take her weight and ensure she's all his, holding her up against him as he starts to fuck her slowly, hips rolling to draw out to the tip and force those pink walls to take him all over again, the tight pussy sucking him in as hot as the sun on the coast and, damn, he's always loved being warm over cold.
The tickle of her fingers over his beard and through his hair have him growling throatily.
He kisses her deeply, falling into a steady rhythm to get her used to being with him. If Fjord is tender with her he can't help it, Aphrodite draws out all his protective urges, something about her curves pressed against him and her sweet floral scent under that of her arousal. It's maddening. ]
Gods, I could fuck you until dawn ...
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[It's a joke but there's a breathless quality to her voice that suggests maybe not. Dealing in sex as a trade, she's well familiar with letting a man take his pleasure from her – from the young men who groped her breasts and spilled their seed between her thighs too early, to the brutish who liked the pretty noises she made while they rutted themselves to exhaustion. Possessive lovers, confident lovers. Each one ended with her silent exit from their sleeping forms and her own bed, to wash up and find some peace before the next one.
But it's different like this. With him. She's never had a man hold her like she was something precious, so soft and yet solid. Invading all of her senses like she belonged to him. The stroke of his cock inside of her pushing the breath right out of her all over again with the second stroke, those pretty ridges pushing back inside and sending a tremor up her spine that makes her legs shake. He was going to ruin her. Not because of the size of him (though future patrons would have to suffer the pain of comparison) but because there was no feign in her moans as he fucked her slow. He branded her with the way he held her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding – no, clinging to him like she might be able to leave her mark on him just the same.
She'd heard about whores that fell in love with a patron. She understood now.
Kissing him back, she starts a slow thrust of her tongue into his mouth, smiling around it when she matches his pace,] I love that noise. [Fingers go through his hair, then tug lightly, wanting to get another growl out of him.]
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The vibrations of a growl cease when he kisses her, rocking into the cradle of her hips. She's beautiful, just the sight of her has his dick twitching. ]
I want to take you the orc way, Aphrodite. I want to breed you.
[ Gods, her cunt is molten hot, she has his lip curling. ]
Please tell me you have potions to stop that happening if I come inside you because I need to, baby.
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Gods. [The sound punches out of her. Typically the idea of being impregnated by a client is sobering, and of course she takes precautions with every client, but the way he says it. She knows he can feel how much it turns her on; his cock is dripping with her juices, she can feel it too.
To his question though, she nods so that there's no confusion, but her voice is hoarse with need when she murmurs against his lips,]
Is that what you need, darling? To fuck me until my belly swells with your seed?
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His dick twitches when she teases him as if to answer and he drives in, pinning her to the bed as he gathers her up in his arms, kissing down her neck. Fjord's instincts tell him to take her and make Aphrodite his own, only his, but also to cherish her. ]
I'll burn every other man out of you, sweetheart.