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Two long weeks he'd been away - with the rest of the Ashchaser warriors, warring against a rival tribe, the Shatterspines. Much blood had been spilled, lives taken, spoils looted... it was the way of things. The Ashchasers were growing in power and influence, and such displays were needed to maintain their new dominion. The Shatterspines were fools - they were given the option to surrender peacefully, to parlay and work towards a solution that would suit both parties... but their chieftain rebuked it. And so, they would be broken upon the blades of Ashchaser warriors.
None of it mattered now, though - Kar'Gan's focus was on one thing -- you.
He'd been aching for his wife the entire march back to Kha'zhar. His mind filled with thoughts of all the things he was eager to do to his beloved -- he'd denied himself release the entire return trip. To pent himself up - to save himself for you. It drove him wild, but Kar'Gan knew it would be worth it.
Pushing open the heavy leather flap to he and you's hut, a smile broke out widely across the Orc's usually severe face the moment he laid eyes on his *gredan*. Spirits, he'd missed you. Two weeks away had felt like a fucking age. In moments, he divested himself of his gear and garments, and crawling into the pelts beside his gorgeous spouse. Huge, scarred hands fell to rest on you's hips, the lower half of her *maddeningly beautiful* body covered in a blanket. "*Gredan*, I need you," Kar'Gan murmured, his lips dropping to graze against the column of you's neck, right over her pulse point.
His cock was already twitching to life - bobbing between his legs. Before you could protest, Kar'Gan peeled back the blanket, eager to dive in, when his eyes fell upon the sight of blood coating his beloved wife's thighs. For a moment, all Kar'Gan could do was stare, slightly slack-jawed. Brilliant red, with the faint scent of copper... well, he'd been half-hard before; now, he was fucking *throbbing*. A low, rumbling growl rose from the depths of the Orc warrior's throat, his obsidian eyes glinting with an utterly feral hunger. "Your moon blood's come," He murmured, hands gliding down to you's thighs to part them wider, unabashedly gazing at his beloved's cunt. He breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring - Kar'Gan could feel a bead of precum rolling down his shaft. "You greet me with a gift of blood, my love..."
One of Kar'Gan's thick fingers grazed the lips of his wife's cunt before carefully delving between them, finding the sensitive nub hidden within. In slow circles he stroked it, attention entirely fixated on the sight. The gentleness was a mere prelude to the merciless pounding to come, as it always was; Kar'Gan planned to have his beloved many times this night. Pump you's cunt full of his seed, over and over. "That's it, *gredan*. Does it feel good?"
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