My Forbidden Healing Ritual with the Orc Shaman: Secret from My Private Locker

Here, in my mind’s private locker, behind that ancient tree stump in Sylvaar’s depths, I finally crack. We’ve escaped the Bloody Plateau. Blood crusts my skin. I’m naked, chained scars throbbing. Rerdan, the orc shaman who saved me, slumps wounded. Our worg, Ourajii, dying. No more holding back. My desires flood out. That thrill of confessing the unconfessable. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. I owe him. I want him.

He touches my face. Fingers trail my neck, graze my breast, hip, thigh. Heat ignites. My core aches. I’ve watched him hunt. Fantasized this. He whispers ancient magics need catalyst. Blood. Or pleasure. He strips. Muscled green body gleams. Thick cock stirs. I stare, wet already.

Opening the Private Locker

I kneel by Ourajii. Focus my elf magic. Feel his fading spark. Rerdan presses behind me. His heat envelops. Safe. Protected. Fingers dance my skin. Tease breasts. Thumbs circle nipples. I gasp. Push back. Energy flows stronger. He pinches peaks. Rolls them. Pleasure builds. I channel it to the worg.

Hand slides down. Parts my thighs. Fingers slick my folds. Slow strokes. Up, down. Clit throbs. I rock into him. Quiet pants. Wet sounds. Ourajii stirs. Fingers converge. One probes my pussy. Thumb circles ass. I grind. Push back. Take him deeper. He stretches me. Two fingers now. Scissoring. Thumb presses ring. I impale. Waves crash. Orgasms hits. Worg leaps up. Licks my tits. Thanks me. I laugh, collapse into Rerdan.

Sealing the Forbidden Bond

But he’s poisoned. Veins blacken. I panic. Tears flow. Straddle him. Kiss neck. Lick pecs. Play his pierced nipples. Grip his massive cock. Stroke. Saliva lubes. Jaw aches sucking him. Gland swells. Veins pulse. I finger myself. Guide his hand. Three fingers stretch me. Ready.

Confess: “First time. Watched you. Want you savage.” He grins. I mount. Sink down. Fills me. Inch by inch. Burns sweet. Eyes lock. Defiant. “Not so big.” He thrusts up. Hands grip ass. Spreads cheeks. Cool air on hole. I ride. Faster. Pinch tits. Rub clit. Magic surges. Burns poison away. Cum shatters me. He floods deep. Overflow drips.

Exhausted. Kiss him. Snuggle. Safe. Worg curls close. Blanket warms. Sleep claims us. Secret locked again. Lighter. Changed. Ours alone.