Elf Princess Begs Orc To Ravage Her (Erotic Audio)

Title: “The Elf Princess’s Fetish for Orcish Roughness”

An erotic tale full of taboo desires, the Elf Princess Lyrra craved the rough, dominating touch of an Orc more than anything. She often found herself lost in fantasies of being ravaged by the crude, yet powerful brutes. Her delicately pointed ears would twitch and her lithe body would shiver with forbidden excitement each time she imagined it.

One fateful day, her dreams became reality. In the depths of the elven forest, where most would not venture, she stumbled upon a massive, green-skinned Orc. His name was Gr теориn, a brute with biceps as thick as tree trunks and muscles that bulged beneath his leathery skin. A prominent tusks protruded from his lower lip, giving him a menacing air.

The Elf Princess, imprisoned by polite elven law and societal norms, threw caution to the wind. She approached the Orc boldly, her elven silk garments clinging to her curves. Gr teorin eyed the exotic creature wearily, not understanding her language or motives. But he could see the lust burning in her amethyst eyes.

“Ravage me,” Lyrra pleaded, her voice a breathy moan. “I beg you, Orc. Take me, use me, make me yours!”

Shock rippled through Gr teorin’s beastly body. An elf, willingly offering herself to him? Unable to resist such a tantalizing prospect, he lunged forward, sweeping Lyrra up into his arms. She squealed with delight, draping herself over his brawny shoulders.

The Orc carried her deeper into the shadows of the forest, to a secluded glade full of wildflowers and whispering winds. There, he gazed hungrily upon Lyrra, eager to bask in the delights she offered. With a primal growl, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his probing tongue demanding entrance.

Lyrra surrendered eagerly, welcoming his fierce assault. Her hands explored his firm chest and hard abs, marveling at the powerful physique hidden beneath rough skin. Gr teorin’s callused fingers found the laces of her silken tunic, his claws shredding the delicate fabric in his haste to expose her.

Breathless and aching, the Elf Princess writhed impishly against him. Gr teorin yanked down her flimsy undergarments, baring petite breasts tipped with rosy peaks. He bent his head to claim a pert bud, suckling greedily as Lyrra mewled in bliss. His meaty palm kneaded the supple flesh, sparking flickers of heat through her veins.

Gr teorin’s constraining breeches strained with his building arousal. Lyrra sensed the thick bulge pressing urgently against her hip and moaned in anticipation. “Take me,” she urged again, “Make me your elven whore! I want to be one with an Orc.”

Dropping to his knees, Gr teorin pushed aside her tights, revealing glistening pink folds. His rough digit delved between them, stroking the slick slit, groaning at the wetness he found there. Lyrra keened with need, grinding against the thick finger pump dispatched through her core.

“More, more!” the elfess begged shamelessly. “Give me your cock!”

Gr teorin rose and freed himself from the confines of his breeches. His erection sprung forth, long and thick with an intimidating crown. Lyrra’s eyes widened, a mix of trepidation and excitement surging through her. She crawled forward, taking his turgid length in her small hand, stroking the rigid flesh reverently.

With a throaty moan, she took the tip between her lips, bathing the head in her teasing mouth. Gr teorin snarled, his claws gripping handfuls of her hair as he pushed deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her throat. Lyrra gurgled around the thick intrusion, lodging his cock fully into her mouth.

Gr teorin began thrusting, pushing balls-deep to savor the tight channel of Lyrra’s throat. He set a brutal pace, uncaring as she sputtered, fighting to accommodate his girth. Lyrra submitted to the use of her mouth, tears leaking from her eyes as the Orc claimed her oral depths.

Suddenly, he retracted, leaving a string of saliva connecting his shaft to her lip. Lyrra panted, cleaning the excessive drool with the back of her hand. She laid back on the carpet of leaves, spreading her slender legs in wanton invitation. “Claim me, my Orc! Fill my cunt with your huge cock! Make me scream in ecstasy!”

Her sopping wet slit quivered with need, glistening in the dappled forest light. Gr teorin crouched over her, rubbing his bulbous head through the slippery folds. Lyrra cried out at the exquisite teasing, arching her back and offering more of herself.

With a single, powerful lunge, Gr teorin sheathed himself fully inside Lyrra’s clenched channel. His thick length stretched her thin, forcing her body to conform to the brutal intrusion. Lyrra screamed, a mix of pain and blinding pleasure. His heavy balls smacked against her rear as he hilted himself, savoring the tight heat surrounding him.

The Orc began pumping, his hips slamming hard against Lyrra’s upraised thighs. Each stroke sent his rigid rod plundering her core, building an inferno within her belly. Lyrra abandoned all sense of propriety, moaning and writhing like a common whore. Her honeyed walls rippled along his driving length, pulling him deeper.

“Harder!” she cried. “Fuck me harder! Ruin me!”

Gr teorin complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more punishing. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and their feral moans filled the forest air. Lyrra’s legs rose to encircle Gr teorin’s pistoning hips, drawing him even deeper into her dripping sheath. He gripped her hips, claws biting into the flesh as he hammered steadily into her, grunting with each stroke.

The pressure building inside her became too much to bear. With a keening wail, Lyrra climaxed, her inner muscles clamping down on Gr teorin’s plunging cock like a vice. Her back arched as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her. Gr teorin roared as Lyrra’s honeyed walls milked him, spilling ribbons of hot seed deep into her trembling sex.

They collapsed together, the Orc still pulsing inside the elfess. Lyrra lay sated and boneless, her face, neck and filthy thighs smeared with a mix of sweat and various emissions. She had finally gotten what she craved and the memory would be burned into her mind for eternity.