"Well, okay, let's use a big stick." Roger stood up obediently, unbuttoned his pants, took out his big cock that was already hard enough to burst, rubbed the glans twice at the entrance of Matar's pussy, and after it was dipped in enough pussy juice, he stuffed it in.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Matar let out a satisfied moan. Her cunt tightened again as if alive, biting Roger's cock tightly.
"Oh my god, this little orc is really tight!" Roger grinned, slapped Matar's butt, and started thrusting hard. He knows that Orcs don't have hymen like humans but he is sure this girl either haven't taste any dick or is born with tight pussy.
"Ah…ah…so hard, I love it! Ah…so good! Harder…harder…ahh...fuck ..fuck me harder…"
Martar twisted her waist like crazy to cooperate with Roger. Her strength was not to be underestimated. Her pelvis hit the well-developed hills. The sound of their intercourse was "pa pa", and waves of sexual fluid were splashed everywhere by their combined strength.
If it weren't for the noisy noise downstairs, a group of mercenaries would have been attracted here long ago.
"Oh...ahh...hngh...ohh...aghh! You're so fierce! I like it so much..." Matar's hair was disheveled, and the hairband that had originally tied her ponytail had been thrown away somewhere long ago. She had a wanton look on her face, and she just kept shaking her head, twisting her waist, and raising her hips to cooperate with Roger's thrusting.
Roger reached forward, ripped off Martar's bra, and released the pair of elastic greenish rabbits. He held one in each hand, kneading and pinching them.
"Oh...it feels so good! So good..." After being pinched by Roger, Matar's moans became louder and her hips twisted harder.
After fucking in knees for a while, Roger felt his knees a little sore, so he picked up Matar, swept the spear and dagger on the table to the ground, and put Matar sitting on the table. He touched the little hole that was dripping with juice, and couldn't help but lowered his head to lick it a few times.
"Ah...ooh...hngh...ahh...what is this? It feels weird...so comfortable..." Matar felt as if a leech had crawled into her lower body and was drilling in and out of her cunt. It felt tingling and indescribably pleasant. The juices in her cunt flowed even more violently.
After licking for a while, Roger's cock became hard, so he raised his cock and thrust it hard into Matar's pussy. He rubbed Matar's firm breasts with one hand, and put his other hand around her waist. He kissed Matar passionately with his mouth full of her pussy juice, returning the lewd juice from the pussy to her owner.
"Hmm... Hmm..." With her mouth sealed, Matar could only let out low moans, but this did not stop her from twisting her energetic waist, and the whole room was filled with crackling sounds again.
He doesn't know how long it lasted, but the Orc woman had already orgasmed countless times. The vaginal fluid from under her ass was all over the table. Under Roger's fierce attack, she could no longer make any sound, because her voice had long been hoarse, and she could only make weak gasps.
Roger was pumping and suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his penis head. He grunt and pulled his penis out of the vagina. He pulled back and pressed Matar's head down. The Orc girl had been fucked so hard that she knelt down obediently according to his instructions.
The penis gland approached her mouth, and a stream of thick white semen poured into her mouth, and soon it flowed down her mouth to her throat. Only then did she feel a salty taste spreading in her mouth. But now she was too weak to put it out, so she had to lie down on the ground and let the white liquid flow down her throat.
After finishing his ejaculation, Roger retreated and lay down comfortably on the bed. Suddenly he remembered that Matar was still lying on the ground, so he stood up and carried Matar back to the bed.
When he helped Matar to get into a sleeping position and covered her with a blanket, Matar had already fallen asleep. Her face was rosy from the heavy exercise, and she looked more feminine than usual, looking very attractive.
Roger was at his calmest, most rational and most sacred moment. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she could not make him fall in love with her in such a short time. He helped Matar clean up the room quietly, put the things that needed to be put back in their original places, and put Matar's dress on the bedside.
Seeing that Matar showed no signs of waking up, he quietly walked out of the room, closed the door, and tiptoed back to his room like a thief.
....
The intense battle from last night had drained a lot of energy, and Roger slept deeply. It wasn't until the sun had risen that he sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. Matar possessed remarkable physical strength, and her movements were several times more intense than Lilith's. For an ordinary person, just one night with her would've been unbearable. Even Roger, whose body had been enhanced by silver dragon meat, now had a sore waist.
While massaging his back, Roger glanced toward the table—and was instantly startled. Matar was sitting there with her legs crossed, playing with the black-gold dagger in her hand, smiling at him. To Roger, that smile felt strangely eerie and terrifying.
"Captain, did you have fun last night?" Matar asked. The black-gold dagger in her hand gleamed threateningly, as if it might fly at him any second.
"That… uh… this… Matar, I…" Roger tried to steady himself and quickly began thinking of ways to escape.
"You're saying… you were here to help me, right?" Matar said softly. Her dagger stabbed halfway into the table with a dull thunk, making Roger's face turn pale.
He had managed to use the Guardian Eye to subdue the orc girl last night only because she had lost consciousness. Under normal circumstances, if an Orc Hunter who was one level stronger than him truly wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't even have time to react before his throat was slit.
"Alas, Matar, I couldn't stand seeing you like that last night! I had no choice but to endure the pain and be a beast—just this once." Roger said in a tragic tone. Thinking back, he felt his original intention had genuinely been to help Matar. Though he hadn't resisted temptation, at least he'd still maintained a helpful image. Of course, he wasn't naive enough to believe that Matar would just let him off. He slowly began to shrink back.
Matar stared at Roger for a long time, her eyes shifting through emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—all in the same glance, sending chills down Roger's spine. After a while, she let out a soft sigh and said, "It's not your fault."
"Matar, what happened to you yesterday?" Seeing that she didn't seem inclined to settle scores, Roger gathered his courage and asked.
"Haha, you want to know?" Matar suddenly brightened up. She pulled the dagger out and fastened it to her waist. "Fine, I'll tell you. The women of our orc tribe, the leopard lineage, go into estrus during the last month of winter. I was trying to hold it back last night… and then you came in and took full advantage!"
"Uh, estrus?" Roger blinked. He had heard from Old John before that orc girls always had a period of estrus, during which their urges intensified. But he had never heard—or seen—anything quite as wild as what he'd experienced with Matar last night.
"But last night, you…" he began hesitantly.
"It's like taking an aphrodisiac, right?" Matar grinned. "I haven't had sex in a long time. And it happened to be my estrus period these days. I kept holding back… until I lost consciousness."
"How long?" Roger leaned forward, curious like a child.