Moaning out with a shaky breath there, Druk's body arched up somewhat, his restraining keeping him from moving more but his need for her was obvious. The moaning orc was shaking, the hard shaft throbbing urgently at the feel of her lips grasp around him, moning out and trying to buck up against him more. Grunting and shivering, hearing her voice as a chilling reminder of his reality. "A-ah... I wont, without warning..."<br/><br/>His breath shaking, he made that promise after her threats, the body shaking under her own, trying to press against her own and grind to her form, the throbbing length's tip smearing precum against her pass, his need having him tremble, that firm, broad chest bound down before her, his eyes watching her with an open, wanton desire. He looked like a man that would throw away his life to possess her in that moment, that was the height she was driving him to.<br/><br/>Loud grunt escaped his mouth, the head leaned to the side, eyes watching the dagger at the time, trembling as he felt her grasp on his throat still, warm moan leaving his mouth still, that cock throbbing hotly inside of her yet there was a wild, untamed strength about the orc. Not many human lads would have survived unspent in her delicious folds for long, but the orc seemed to be trying to prove his worth in a new contest of stamina now as she held down onto him, squirmin but restraining his needs as she had restrained his body. "Ohhh fuck you is good..." He groaned out, his words showing a bit less coherence.