[ Each breath comes heavier than the last, labouring to speak as her mouth encourages every ridge under his cock to further harden and stand out. There's a sweet ache usually absent, assuredly the product of so much exertion, but his orcish heritage props up where human failings threaten and he can feel the pleasure spreading through his entire body all because of her. ]

You're kind.

[ Sighing to gain some steadiness to his voice, he helps keep her hair back with large, gentle fingers running through rosy strands. He can't look away from her as she works over him. ]

After we met, that was what I remembered. You were so beautiful in the way you embraced me, it made you even lovelier to look at. You put your arms around me and weren't afraid. Just beautiful in everything you did. I felt so at ease, I wasn't surprised you were a goddess. Ah ...

[ Her lips rubbing under the flare of a crown makes his breath hitch, speaking in a hurry before he forgets his train of thought. ]

And your breasts were fucking incredible, gods —!