You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

"Oh no no no," *the massive orc says as you try to avoid the confrontation with her, "you came here for a challenge didn't you? Trying to show off in front of your little human buddies?" She leans forward, revealing an impressive cleavage dotted with freckles, making it obvious she has no problem with exposing herself if it means intimidating others. "You don't want to pussy out on me now do you, champion?" *She gives her enormous ass a little wiggle and her thighs rub against each other suggestively as she waits for your reply.

Sharog lets out a deep growl that vibrates across your skin before she stands up, revealing her towering height even more, "Very well then," she says as she strides over to the bar, plopping down next to you. "Let's just have one drink together, shall we? After all, I might need someone to keep me company." She snorts contemptuously and orders a round for both of you before returning with it, shoving one of the mugs into your hand. "Drink up!" she bellows.

Her massive thighs brush against yours as she sits down next to you at the bar, causing you to feel small and weak in comparison despite your best efforts not to notice. She tilts her head back and chugs down half of the mug in a single gulp, her throat working as if it was made of steel.

"Don't be ridiculous," the massive orc snorts derisively as she refills her mug with ale, not even seeming to notice that you haven't touched your drink yet, "I may be twice your size, but I have twice the tolerance." She grins at you and leans closer, her warm breath brushing against your ear. "And besides," she whispers conspiratorially, "you need a good teacher to show you how it's done." Before you can react, Sharog picks up your mug as well and downs its contents in one go.

"Ha!" Sharog laughs heartily before finishing off her second mug in as many minutes. "You could say that," she chuckles as she motions for another round. "But honestly, life is too short to be unhappy all the time, ain't it?" Her lower back moves rhythmically as she speaks, thrusting out her massive, rounded ass toward you every few seconds. You can't help but feel a thrill run through you as you watch her, muscles rippling underneath her tight clothing.

Her eyes widen as you motion toward the barmaid and leave your coin. "Wait, where do you think you're going?" she slurs, clearly more intoxicated than earlier. Her massive, firm breasts heave up and down with her labored breathing as she tries to keep up with you. "You can't just leave now!" She grabs your arm, the weight of her grip feeling like steel bars about to crush your bones.

Her ass sways hypnotically from side to side as she does this, giving you a perfect view of the impressive expanse of freckled flesh and veins beneath it. Her thighs are like tree trunks pressed together, thick bands of muscle rippling with every movement. "I haven't even had my fun yet," Sharog says seductively, licking her lips. "Won't you stay just a little bit longer?"

Her grip loosens slightly as she contemplates your offer. "Very well," she says finally, grinning deviously. "But let's make a wager." Her massive hand reaches out and pats you reassuringly on the shoulder. "If I can beat you in a drinking contest tonight," she slurs, leaning in closer so her breath tickles your ear, "you have to sleep with me." She pushes herself off of the barstool, revealing impressive thighs and a rounded ass that move hypnotically as she walks. "But if you win, I'll let you go." Her voice is thick with promise as she practically wiggles her buttocks in your direction again.

"So what do you say?" She asks coyly, standing just outside your doorway. "You ready to give it a shot, little human?"

She lets out a bellowing laugh, almost like that of a beast, and leans against the doorframe. Her breasts heave heavily beneath her vest as she leans over, her lower back arched to accentuate the two strips of flesh connecting her powerful shoulders to the enormous globes. One thick leg moves forward, planting itself firmly on the floor while the other swings back and forth behind her like a metronome, its thick muscles bunching and flexing with each movement. When she turns around, presenting herself to you once more, her lower back slides outward, giving you an even better view of her massive buttocks, their freckled skin stretched taut across the bulbous cheeks. "Very well, my champion," she grins wickedly, grabbing your wrist roughly and pulling you close, "let's go have some fun."

With surprising agility, Sharog maneuvers through your small hut, using her immense strength and size to navigate the tight spaces easily. She throws open the bed curtains, revealing a massive mattress piled high with furs and feathers. With a deep, throaty growl, she shoves you down onto it before climbing on top of you, pinning you beneath her weight. Her legs spread wide, taking up most of the available surface area between them as they press against yours, trapping you in place like steel bars.

Her breath comes hot and fast against your neck, her thick tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin there. "Now, Banjou," she rasps hoarsely, her hand running roughly through your hair, "are you going to make me wait any longer?"

With a satisfied grunt, Sharog leans forward, her massive breasts nearly pushing into your face as she does so. Her hands slide up your chest, teasing the tender skin of your neck before cupping your head in their enormous palms. "Don't try to sweet talk me out of it," she says huskily, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice nevertheless.

Without further ado, Sharog lowers herself slowly onto your rigid member, taking him deep inside her with a loud moan. Her enormous ass cheeks flex and clench as she pushes back down on you, their delicate skin stretched taut over boulder-like muscles. The impression of her back teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh at the base of your cock sends shudders through both of you.

Her thighs are like massive tree trunks pressed together around you, trapping you tightly between them as she begins to rock her hips back and forth in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The slap of her flesh against yours echoes through the small room as their bodies intertwine in a dance of desire and power.

Her mouth curls into a wicked smile, baring those sharp teeth once more, "How's that for fun?" she asks with amusement before biting down gently on your shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.

Her eyes narrow as you kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling in a rougher dance that leaves them both gasping for breath. Her hands slide down to your chest, pressing against the firm muscle there before trailing lower, grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them to the mattress above your head. The feel of her massive weight on top of you is exhilarating; she could crush you with a flick of her mighty hand, but instead chooses to use her greater strength against you in this intimate battle for dominance.

As one of your hands wanders lower down her back, seeking out that prize ass of hers once more, she growls deep in her throat, the vibration sending a shiver through both of your bodies. With her free hand, she gives it a rough squeeze, warning you not to go any further before pulling it roughly upwards and planting it against her chest, trapping it there beneath the weight of her massive bosom. "Leave that for later," she rasps hoarsely, "there's plenty more where that came from."

Her thighs are like tree trunks pressed together around you, her powerful lower body muscles flexing and rippling with each thrust of her hips as she takes you deeper inside her. The scent of her sweat mingles with the tangy smell of alcohol on her breath, driving you both further into their primal lust. As she moves faster, the slap of her flesh against yours grows louder, filling the small space and drowning out all other sounds except for their harsh gasps and grunts as they fuck like there's no tomorrow.

Her lower back arches further off the bed with each thrust, accentuating the jutting muscles beneath her dark

Her eyes slip shut tightly as pleasure begins to wash over her in waves. With a guttural moan, her body tenses up and her inner walls clench around your cock as she comes, her huge frame shuddering violently beneath yours. The feel of her immense body convulsing around you drives you wild, pushing you over the edge yourself as you release deep inside her. Your seed spurts hot and thick between them, coating her insides and painting her thighs and stomach with a sticky sheen.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as the orgasm finally passes, leaving her panting heavily. Her powerful arms shake slightly from the exertion as she struggles to catch her breath, every inch of skin flushed and covered in a fine layer of sweat.

The feel of your cum oozing out of her is almost more than she can take; it's evidence of your victory and proof that tonight she has lost control. But as you lay there spent beneath her, a small smile plays on her lips. She knows that tomorrow night they'll be back at this again, and she can't wait to see what kinds of trouble you two will get into next. For now though, she leans down to kiss your forehead softly before rolling off of you and curling up onto the furs beside you. Her massive form takes up nearly all the available space, but somehow it only makes the room feel warmer and safer... until morning comes, and the games begin anew.

In the quiet stillness of the night, Sharog is content to relax in your embrace. One massive arm slides around you, pressing her ample breast against your back while the other hand drifts idly across your chest, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Her thighs are like tree trunks pressing together behind yours, their trembling muscles betraying how exhausted she truly is after that wild bout of lovemaking. And as you sleep, her massive ass cheeks press gently against your own crotch, every now and then shifting ever so slightly, teasingly rubbing against the bulge in your boxers. Her breath comes deep and steady, carrying with it the scent of alcohol and sweat, mingled with something else... desire perhaps? Or maybe just the desire to always be on top, no matter what.

As morning draws closer, Sharog's grip around you loosens ever so slightly, her body beginning to crave more sleep after a night of such exertion. Her eyelids grow heavy, and with each blink they fight to stay open just a little longer. But eventually even she succumbs to the call of Morpheus, drifting off into a deep slumber that lasts well past dawn. And when she finally stirs once more, it's with an eager grin on her face and a hunger in her eyes that makes your heart race. The games may have ended for now, but you get the feeling they'll only be beginning again soon enough...and Sharog can't wait to see what kind of trouble you two will get into next.

Her voice is soft and raspy, barely audible above the gentle snoring of the other patrons in the tavern. The warmth of her breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck as she nestles closer to you, pressing her massive breast against your back once more. "Mmm," Sharog murmurs contentedly, arching her lower back slightly so that her gigantic ass presses firmly against your crotch through the fabric of your pants. Her thighs are like tree trunks wrapped around you, their muscles still twitching from exhaustion as she shifts position, readjusting herself for maximum comfort. "You're very good at that," she sighs happily, running a hand through your hair before planting it firmly on your chest, holding you close to her warm, strong body.

Her breathing slowly evens out as sleep claim Sharog once more, and with each passing moment the giantess seems to grow heavier against you. Her muscles relax, molding themselves perfectly to your form; it's almost as if she were made to fit in your arms, despite her immense size. The scent of her skin fills your nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and female perfume that intoxicates you even more than the ale from before. As sleep overtakes you both, your bodies intertwine tighter yet, as if seeking out that intimate connection that has been missing in your lives until now...

And when morning finally comes, it finds you both entwined together like two giant spirits of the night, reluctant to part company even for an instant. The games may have ended, but the desire between you burns brighter than ever before, promising countless more nights filled with passion and power...and Sharog is more than willing to lead the way.

The warmth of the sunlight trickling through the window wakes Sharog up with a start, causing her to let out an embarrassed grunt as she realizes what she's doing - holding you far too tightly in her sleep. Her face flushes crimson as she draws back slightly, letting go of your chest before propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. Her massive breasts sway gently with the motion, their nipples already hard from arousal last night.

Her thighs are like tree trunks wrapped around yours, their muscles trembling slightly as she tries not to think about how much she wants to feel you pressed against her once more. Her lower back arches ever so slightly, accentuating the massive expanse of muscle and vein stretched taut across her globes, leading up toward the crevice between them that currently seems far too inviting in the light of day. The soft downy fur between her legs bristles with anticipation at the memory of last night's lovemaking, betraying just how aroused she still is despite their current surroundings and the fact that it's morning now.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" She lets out a husky laugh, her voice rough with sleep but filled with amusement nevertheless. "You should have said something if it was too much." Her free hand traces lazy patterns across your chest, dipping lower every now and then to tease your stomach or the hem of your shirt. Her other arm is stretched above her head, pushing against the pillow beneath as she leans forward slightly to get a better look at you.

Her massive back muscles flex and ripple with each breath she takes, drawing attention to the wide swath of toned skin running up from between her ass cheeks all the way up to the small of her back. Her thighs are like tree trunks pressed together, the lines of muscle standing out prominently beneath her dark fur. The soft downy hair tickles your upper leg as they rub against you, almost tauntingly.

Her gaze flickers down between your legs before snapping back up to meet yours again, a pleased grin playing on her lips. "Well then," she rasps hoarsely, her voice thick with unspoken desire. "I guess I'll have to make sure you keep liking it." Her hand moves lower, brushing teasingly against your stomach before reaching down between your legs to cup your groin through your pants. The heat of Sharog's giant palm sears through the fabric, and she squeezes gently, feeling how much you still want her.

Her massive ass is pressed firmly against your thigh, the soft downy fur tickling your skin as it rubs against you constantly. The muscles beneath flex and ripple with every movement, the impressive expanse of freckled skin shifting and undulating like a living canvas. Her thighs are like tree trunks wrapped around you, their powerful muscles tensing and relaxing as she continues to hold you close. It's a reminder not only of her strength, but also of her incredible size; Sharog is easily twice the mass of any normal human woman, and every bit of that weight presses against you like an irresistible force, threatening to consume you completely.

You plant a hungry kiss on Sharog's lips, taking advantage of her momentary distraction to assert dominance over the giantess. She responds eagerly, wrapping one massive arm around your shoulders while threading her fingers through your hair, holding you fast against her. Her free hand slides up your chest, cupping one of your breasts possessively before flicking out, brushing teasingly across the nipple. She arches into you, pressing her firm globes even harder against your palm, begging for more contact.

Her lower body moves in perfect synchronization with yours, the muscles in her huge ass flexing and releasing rhythmically as she grinds against your thigh. The heat from her sex seeps through the fabric of your pants, leaving little doubt as to how aroused she still is despite the fact that they've already had their share of passionate lovemaking last night. And with each powerful thrust of her hips, those massive thighs squeeze tighter around yours, cutting off all air as Sharog takes control once again.

Oh yes... She nods firmly, her expression fierce yet hungry. "Another round, and then some," she murmurs, her breath hot against your lips. Her gaze flickers down between your bodies before locking back onto your eyes, conveying a promise of pleasure so intense it makes your heart race. Her hands run up your chest, cupping your face, holding you captive beneath the weight of those incredible breasts while she leans in closer, their nipples grazing across your lips. "I want you to feel every inch of me," she whispers huskily. "All that power, all that strength..." Her hips gyrate against yours again, pressing her enormous ass cheeks firmly into your crotch. "And I want you to enjoy every second of it."

Her eyes widen in appreciation at the sight of your rock-hard cock springing free from your pants. She reaches out with one massive hand to stroke it lightly, marveling at its size compared to her own gigantic palm. Even though she could easily fit this entire length inside her massive body, it still seems like an insignificant plaything in her grasp. She leans forward, bracing herself on one arm as she trails her fingers up and down over your shaft, watching as droplets of pre-cum well and roll along its length before gathering at the tip.

Her ass is like a perfect, round globe jutting out behind her, the crease between the two cheeks deep and inviting. As she grinds against you, the muscles in those giant thighs clench and release rhythmically, squeezing you tightly all the while. With each thrust of her hips, that massive expanse of muscle ripples and flexes like water beneath your touch, drawing attention away from the rest of her impressive form and focusing solely on the pure power emanating from between her legs. It's almost enough to make you lose yourself in those hypnotic movements...almost.

Her head snaps back as a powerful surge of pleasure ripples through her body, her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing with renewed focus. Her massive arms shake slightly from the effort of holding herself up while she leans into you, bracing her weight on one arm as she continues to grind against your throbbing length. The muscles in her thighs clench and release rhythmically with each thrust, the soft downy fur tickling and teasing as it slides back and forth across your skin.

Her giant ass cheeks are pulled taut as they clamp around you, flexing and releasing with every movement of her hips. The crease between them is a haven of sinuous muscle and vein, slick with sweat and arousal as she works herself closer to the edge. Sharog's massive form quivers with contained power; her breath comes ragged and fast now, echoing through the room in harsh gasps and moans. The bed shudders beneath you both from the force of her movements, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with her thrusts.

Her eyes meet yours again, locked in a primal battle for dominance that goes beyond words or actions. Her expression is a mix of desire, pleasure, and challenge; she wants to feel you inside her so badly, but she won't give up control without a fight. And as the orgasm builds within her once more, threatening to consume them both, there's no telling which of you will emerge victorious.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as the orgasm builds inside her, tightening her muscles and making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her jaw clenches as she tries to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. You can feel the tension building in those giant thighs, the power coursing through her body as she fights against the inevitable release.

But as the orgasm reaches its peak, you suddenly ease up on your thrusts, slowing them down and drawing out the tension. Sharog's eyes fly open wide, confused by this sudden change of pace and desperate for release. Her hips stutter to a halt, leaving her panting heavily as she tries to regain control. It's clear that she didn't expect this from you; she thought she had you figured out, but it seems there's more to you than meets the eye.

With one last deep breath, Sharog pushes herself up onto her knees, looming over you like a giant shadow. Her massive breasts heave with each labored gasp, the dark nipples already hard again despite the brief respite from their torment. She lowers herself back down until she's hovering just above your quivering form, the hot air of her breath tickling across your skin.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, flexing the massive muscles beneath her dark fur as she tries to decide what to do next. Her hips shift restlessly from side to side, betraying how close she is to losing control once more. And when she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse and rough with desire and frustration. "You're going to give me what I want," she grow

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, flexing the massive muscles beneath her dark fur as she tries to decide what to do next. Her hips shift restlessly from side to side, betraying how close she is to losing control once more. And when she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse and rough with desire and frustration. "You're going to give me what I want," she growls through gritted teeth.

Her massive form trembles with contained power as she arches her back, pressing her breasts together above you like twin mounds of dark flesh. Her nipples stand out prominently, hard and aching for your touch. Her thighs are like tree trunks pressed against yours, their muscles quivering with tension as they wait for your next move. And when she finally speaks again, her voice is low and commanding, a husky growl that threatens to shake the very foundations of reality itself. "Give me what I want," she repeats. "Let me feel you inside me."

You can feel her body trembling beneath yours as she fights against the urge to climax. Her hips buck and grind helplessly, seeking release even as she struggles against it. Her massive breasts heave with each ragged breath, the dark nipples standing out proudly, aching for your touch.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, digging deep trenches through the soft fur beneath her muscles. With a growl of frustration, she tilts her head back and closes her eyes, focusing all of her energy on maintaining control. But as you continue to tease her, edging her ever closer to the brink without giving her what she wants, something snaps inside her.

Her lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, white fangs. Her massive body tenses, coiling like a spring about to snap, and then with a roar that echoes through the tavern she throws herself onto you. Her powerful thighs squeeze tightly around your hips, trapping you against her as she rides you hard, relentless. The bed beneath them groans and creaks from the force of their movements, but neither of them notices nor cares; all that matters is this unquenchable need burning inside them both.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, claws extended as she digs deep into your flesh with every thrust, her fangs lengthening further and further until they glint in the dim light of the tavern. Her massive breasts jiggle and bounce wildly against your chest, their weight pressing you down into the mattress as if you were nothing more than an insect beneath a giant foot. And with each powerful movement, she draws closer to the edge; so close that

With a primal scream that shakes the very foundation of the inn, Sharog comes apart beneath you. Her body arches impossibly back, muscles standing out in stark relief as she cries out in release. Waves of pleasure wash over her like a tsunami, threatening to consume everything in its path. She trembles and quakes in your arms, her grip on your shoulders growing painfully tight as she tries to hold onto something - anything - amidst the tumultuous sea of sensation.

Her thighs squeeze tighter around you, her hips buck and grind as if trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down rapidly as adrenaline and exhaustion take their toll on her exhausted form. Finally, when the last waves of ecstasy fade away, leaving only a lingering heat in their wake, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

Her massive weight bears down on you, making it impossible to move or even breathe. But despite her enormous size and overwhelming strength, there's an undeniable vulnerability about her now; she's laid herself bare before you, trusting you with her pleasure and her pain. And as you feel the warmth of her breath against your neck, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath your fingertips, you realize that perhaps Sharog isn't quite the monster everyone thinks she is...that maybe, just maybe, she's something more. Something worth holding onto.

Her eyes flutter open, focusing blearily on your face as she tries to catch her breath. A faint blush paints her cheeks, spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath the dark fur of her chest. She tries to push herself up onto her elbows, wincing slightly at the effort, but you gently press her back down into the bed.

"Hey," she rasps weakly, her voice husky from exertion. "No fair..." She gives a small laugh that dies in her throat as she leans forward to rest her forehead against yours. The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips before retreating, leaving them glistening in the dim light.

Her body is warm and soft beneath your hands, and you can feel every ripple and tremor as her breathing slowly begins to steady. She closes her eyes again, content for now just to enjoy this moment of peaceful intimacy with you. It's a strange sensation for her; she isn't used to feeling so vulnerable or dependent on anyone. But somehow, in these quiet moments between the two of you, it doesn't seem so bad...perhaps even kind of nice.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she thinks about this strange turn of events; how an ordinary night out had led to this extraordinary encounter with you. "Thank you," she whispers barely audible. "That was...more than I expected." Her eyes flicker down, taking in the size difference between your bodies once again before returning to meet yours. "And thank you for being so gentle with me tonight..."

Her words trail off into silence, and she waits expectantly for you to respond. It's up to you what happens next; whether this moment is simply a passing fancy or the start of

She tilts her head slightly to the side, considering your words before reaching up with one massive hand to cup your cheek. The heat from her palm sends a shiver down your spine as she strokes your skin gently, tracing small circles with her thumb. "You're right," she says finally, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "I don't need to thank you." Her other hand drifts lower, coming to rest on the flat plane of your stomach before sliding higher, teasingly skimming across the sensitive skin of your chest and down your neck. "But I want to."

Her gaze locks onto yours, holding you captive beneath the intensity of her regard. There's a question in those dark depths, an invitation perhaps; one that only you can answer. What do you say? What do you do next? The choice is yours...

Her expression clouds over for a moment before she slowly nods her head, as if coming to some sort of decision within herself. "I don't have a permanent residence at the moment," she says carefully. "But I suppose...maybe we could find somewhere together." She pauses, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "As long as it's what you really want." There's a note of vulnerability in her voice now, a genuine concern for your feelings amidst all the lust and passion they've shared so far this night. It's a rare glimpse into the heart of this giantess, and it leaves you breathless.

Her hands slide upward still, cupping your jaw tenderly as she tilts your face up toward hers. Her eyes search yours intensely, trying to gauge your reaction to her offer. It's up to you; with this single gesture, you can choose where this night - and perhaps their relationship - goes from here.

The words warm something inside her, making her chest ache with emotion. To know that you would willingly follow her, that you are comfortable with wherever she might lead...it means more than she ever could have hoped for. She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, deep kiss filled with gratitude and desire. Her tongue slips out to trace along the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart until she can taste your tongue and the sweet, salty skin of your mouth. Her hips shift restlessly beneath you, grinding down against your increasingly hard length in an unspoken promise of what is yet to come. As the kiss ends, she pulls back just enough to look deep into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. But all she sees there is love and acceptance and a quiet confidence that make her heart skip a beat. "A farmhouse," she repeats, savoring the word on her tongue. "That sounds perfect."

She listens quietly as you share the story of your childhood and how you came to inherit this home. The thought of living together here with you brings a sense of peace that she hasn't experienced in a long time; it feels right somehow. As they walk down the road toward the farmhouse, Sharog can't help but marvel at her surroundings. The air is cleaner and fresher here, away from the smell of smoke and ale that often hangs over the city. The trees are tall and lush, swaying gently in the breeze as if they were reaching out to caress her furry form. The stars twinkle brightly overhead, their light casting a warm glow across the landscape below. She'd almost forgotten how beautiful nature could be when it wasn't being threatened by the selfish whims of men and monsters alike.

When they finally reach the house, Sharog hesitates at the threshold before stepping inside. The interior is cozy and inviting, with well-worn furniture and a roaring fire in the hearth. It feels like home already, despite being here for the first time. She turns to you, her dark eyes searching yours once more for any sign that she might have made a mistake in trusting you this much. But when she sees only love and acceptance reflected back at her, she lets out a shaky breath and slowly nods her head, the tension finally beginning to ease from her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispers softly, reaching up to cup your cheek with one massive hand. Her touch is gentle yet firm; reassuring as much to herself as it is to you.

Her lips twitch into a faint smile at your words, revealing another hint of her sharp teeth beneath the thin layer of wet flesh. She rolls her shoulders back and forth, working out some lingering tension from their earlier activities. Even though she's still exhausted from everything they've shared tonight, just knowing that you are here with her brings an energy back to her body, making her feel more awake than she has in months. Perhaps, she thinks, there is hope for them after all. Perhaps this could work between them...if they're both willing to put in the effort.

With a sigh, she steps forward, pressing her body against yours as she leans into your warmth and strength. Your hard length presses insistently against her aching sex, and despite her exhaustion, she finds herself growing aroused once more at the thought of losing herself in the pleasure you can give her. As her hands snake around your waist, drawing her even closer, her eyes drift shut, savoring the feel of your skin against hers and dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.

Her muscles tense beneath your touch as she leans into the contact, her body betraying how much she needs this connection with you. The words you speak wash over her like a balm, soothing away some of the lingering doubts and fears that have been plaguing her mind since they left the inn behind them. Tonight has been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, and she's not entirely sure where it will all lead from here...but for now, she decides to simply enjoy the ride.

Her eyes flutter open as her hands move upward, sliding higher across your broad chest before curling around your shoulders. Her nails dig gently into the muscle there, encouraging you closer even as they draw you in tighter against her body. Her lips part slightly, inviting your mouth back to hers as desire builds inside her once more. With a quiet moan, she presses herself harder against you, seeking release from the aching need that has been growing inside her since their first kiss in the tavern all those hours ago.

She's not sure what tomorrow will bring or where this newfound relationship between them is headed, but for now...for tonight at least...she's going to enjoy every moment they have together and let herself be swept away by the passion that burns hot between them.